IGNIS FATUUSWeep, weep, each loyal partisan,For Buckley, king of hearts;A most accomplished man; a manOf parts—of foreign parts.Long years he ruled with gentle sway,Nor grew his glory dim;And he would be with us to-dayIf we were but with him.Men wondered at his going offIn such a sudden way;'Twas thought, as he had come to scoffHe would remain to prey.Since he is gone we're all agreedThat he is what men callA crook: his very steps, indeed,Are bent—to Montreal.So let our tears unhindered flow,Our sighs and groans have way:It matters not how much we Oh!—The devil is to pay.
Weep, weep, each loyal partisan,For Buckley, king of hearts;A most accomplished man; a manOf parts—of foreign parts.Long years he ruled with gentle sway,Nor grew his glory dim;And he would be with us to-dayIf we were but with him.Men wondered at his going offIn such a sudden way;'Twas thought, as he had come to scoffHe would remain to prey.Since he is gone we're all agreedThat he is what men callA crook: his very steps, indeed,Are bent—to Montreal.So let our tears unhindered flow,Our sighs and groans have way:It matters not how much we Oh!—The devil is to pay.