reappear With fresh green mint behind the bar. P. S. Perhaps you'll think it queer, But I do not dislike a hint To let the juleps disappear And stick my nose into the mint. A STEIN SONG. Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime For a life that knows no fear! Turn night-time into daytime With the sunlight of good cheer! For it's always fair weather When good fellows get together, With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear. When the wind comes up from Cuba And the birds are on the wing, And our hearts are patting juba To the banjo of the spring, Then it's no wonder whether The boys will get together, With a stein on the table and a cheer for everything. For we're all frank-and-twenty When the spring is in the air; And we've faith and hope a-plenty, And we've life and love to spare; And it's birds of a feather When we all get together, With a stein on the table and a heart without a care. For we know the world is glorious, And the goal a golden thing, And that God is not censorious When his children have their fling; And life slips its tether When the boys get together, With a stein on the table in the fellowship of spring. THE UNSAINTING OF KAVIN. Saint Kavin was a gentleman, He came from Tipperary; And woman was the only thing That ever made him scary. For Kavin was a tender youth, And he was very simple; He feared the wiles of maiden smiles, And fainted at a dimple. But when Kathleen at seventeen Came down the street one morning, The luck of man came over him And took him without warning. Afraid to meet a foolish fate By green sea or by dry land, He fled away without delay And sought a desert island. But even there he felt despair; For happiness is only The hope of doing something else; And he was very lonely. He vowed to lead a life of prayer Because that he had lost her; And every time he thought of her He said a Pater noster. Yet hard it is for man to change The less love for the greater; And every time he reached Amen, He must go back to Pater. And so he grew a year or two
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