Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.
John GaySo comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
John GayWere I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.
John GaySo comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
John Gay