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Poem by William Makepeace Thackeray


Jolly Jack


When fierce political debate
	Throughout the isle was storming,
And Rads attacked the throne and state,
	And Tories the reforming,
To calm the furious rage of each,
	And right the land demented,
Heaven sent us Jolly Jack, to teach
	The way to be contented.

Jacks bed was straw, twas warm and soft,
	His chair, a three-legged stool;
His broken jug was emptied oft,
	Yet, somehow, always full.
His mistress portrait decked the wall,
	His mirror had a crack;
Yet, gay and glad, though this was all
	His wealth, lived Jolly Jack.

To give advice to avarice,
	Teach pride its mean condition,
And preach good sense to dull pretence,
	Was honest Jacks high mission.
Our simple statesman found his rule
	Of moral in the flagon,
And held his philosophic school
	Beneath the George and Dragon.

When village Solons cursed the Lords,
	And called the malt-tax sinful,
Jack heeded not their angry words,
	But smiled and drank his skinful.
And when men wasted health and life,
	In search of rank and riches,
Jack marked aloof the paltry strife,
	And wore his threadbare breeches.

I enter not the church, he said,
	But Ill not seek to rob it;
So worthy Jack Joe Miller read,
	While others studied Cobbett.
His talk it was of feast and fun;
	His guide the Almanack;
From youth to age thus gayly run
	The life of Jolly Jack.

And when Jack prayed, as oft he would,
	He humbly thanked his Maker;
I am, said he, O Father good!
	Nor Catholic nor Quaker:
Give each his creed, let each proclaim
	His catalogue of curses;
I trust in Thee, and not in them,
	In Thee, and in Thy mercies!

Forgive me if, midst all Thy works,
	No hint I see of damning;
And think theres faith among the Turks,
	And hope for een the Brahmin.
Harmless my mind is, and my mirth,
	And kindly is my laughter:
I cannot see the smiling earth,	
	And think theres hell hereafter.

Jack died; he left no legacy,
	Save that his story teaches: 
Content to peevish poverty;
	Humility to riches.
Ye scornful great, ye envious small,
	Come follow in his track;
We all were happier, if we all
	Would copy JOLLY JACK. 



                      William Makepeace Thackeray


William Makepeace Thackeray's other poems:
  1. A Woeful New Ballad of the Protestant Conspiracy to Take the Popes Life
  2. Mrs. Katherines Lantern
  3. The King Of Brentfords Testament
  4. A Doe in the City
  5. Lines upon My Sisters Portrait


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