Old King Coal was a merry old soul, Yet not content was he; And he said, “I’ve found what I’ve desired, Though ’tis but one of three.” And he call’d for water, he call’d for fire, For smiths and workmen true: “Come, build me engines great and strong; We’ll have,” quoth he, “a change ere long; We’ll try what Steam can do.” III. Old King Coal was a merry old soul: “’Tis fairly done,” quoth he, When he saw the myriad wheels at work O’er all the land and sea. They spared the bones and strength of men, They hammer’d, wove, and spun; There was nought too great, too mean, or small, The giant STEAM had power for all;―― His task was never done. IV. Old King Coal was a merry old soul: Quoth he, “We travel slow; I should like to roam the wide world round, As fast as the wild winds blow.” And he call’d for his skilful engineers; And soon through hills and vales, O’er rivers wide, through tunnels vast, The flying trains like lightning pass’d, On the ribs of the mighty Rails. V. Old King Coal was a merry old soul, A merry old soul is he; May he never fail in the land we love, Who has made us great and free! While his miners mine, and his engines work, Through all our happy land, We shall flourish fair in the morning light, And our name and our fame, and our might and our right, In the front of the world shall stand! CHARLES MACKAY. ―――― QUEEN COLE. Oh! little Queen Cole was as nice a little soul As any in this company; And she loved the King more than anything Else――but a green monkey. So, when Old King Cole did call for his bowl,―― As in truth, very oft did he,―― If he’d send away the fellows, to make merry in the cellars, Why, a sly little drop took she, Why, a sly, &c. But little Queen Cole (and it’s true upon my soul, Strange though the fact may be) She scolded the King like anything, For smoking of tobaccy! Though of angels the type, she couldn’t bear a pipe, She hated it mortally; And she’d make such a rout as put the King’s pipe out, Oh! most confoundedly. Oh! most confoundedly.