Gazette Of The United States, & Daily Advertiser

The following is very old, and has generally passed under the name of the ballad of Bedlam. It is a wonderful specimen of the vivid force, and romantic flights of that aerial faculty, our Imagination.

I'll sail upon the Dogstar

And then pursue the morning,

I'll chase the moon, 'till it be noon

I'll make her leave her horning.

I'll climb the frosty mountain,

And there I'll coin the winter

I'll wrench the rainbow from the skies

And tie both ends together.

I'll pluck the stars from their orbs too,

And crowd them in my budget;

Now, if I'm not a roaring boy,

Let Gresham college judge it.

I'll mount the clear Cerulean

To shun the tempting zephyrs;

I'll play at bowls with the sun and moon,

And fright ye with eclipses.