I. The Personified Sentimental Affection'S Charm No Longer Gilds The Idol Of The Shrine; But Cold Oblivion Seeks To Fill Regret'S Ambrosial Wine. Though Friendship'S Offering Buried Lies 'Neath Cold Aversion'S Snow, Regard And Faith Will Ever Bloom Perpetually Below. I See Thee Whirl In Marble Halls, In Pleasure'S Giddy Train; Remorse Is Never On That Brow, Nor Sorrow'S Mark Of Pain. Deceit Has Marked Thee For Her Own; Inconstancy The Same; And Ruin Wildly Sheds Its Gleam Athwart Thy Path Of Shame. Ii. The Homely Pathetic The Dews Are Heavy On My Brow; My Breath Comes Hard And Low; Yet, Mother Dear, Grant One Request, Before Your Boy Must Go. Oh! Lift Me Ere My Spirit Sinks, And Ere My Senses Fail, Place Me Once More, O Mother Dear, Astride The Old Fence-Rail. The Old Fence-Rail, The Old Fence-Rail! How Oft These Youthful Legs, With Alice' And Ben Bolt'S, Were Hung Across Those Wooden Pegs! 'Twas There The Nauseating Smoke Of My First Pipe Arose: O Mother Dear, These Agonies Are Far Less Keen Than Those. I Know Where Lies The Hazel Dell, Where Simple Nellie Sleeps; I Know The Cot Of Nettie Moore, And Where The Willow Weeps. I Know The Brookside And The Mill, But All Their Pathos Fails Beside The Days When Once I Sat Astride The Old Fence-Rails. Iii. Swiss Air I'm A Gay Tra, La, La, With My Fal, Lal, La, La, And My Bright And My Light Tra, La, Le. [Repeat.] Then Laugh, Ha, Ha, Ha, And Ring, Ting, Ling, Ling, And Sing Fal, La, La, La, La, Le. [Repeat.]