Strike the resounding lyre;
Bring roses from the plain;
Come, old and young,
Let's all get sprung—
Oysters is come again!
The Summer's been and gone;
Of that I don't complain!
Her flowers have died:
Well, let them slide—
Oysters is come again!
I sought relief in clams
Awhile to soothe my pain;
But now all clams
Are flams and shams—
Oysters is come again!
Then let us glide with joy
Along life's stormy main;
Crack on the ship,
And let her rip—
Oysters is come again!
Lyram frangite sonoram;
Ferte rosas odorantes
Senes, juvenes, venite—
Plenas amphoras haurite
Ecce, ostreæ remeantes!
Summam Aestas subiut horam;
Erimus tum lachrymantes?
Flores ejus moriantur;
Bene, bene si perdantur!
Ecce, ostreæ remeantes!
Cardias insumpsi coram
Ventrem paullulum placantes;
Cardiæ sunt nunc dolosæ,
Osæ et insaporosæ,
Ecce, ostreæ remeantes!
Torqueamus ergo proram
Vitæ ad littora lactantes
Fortiter nitamur remis;
Findat puppis in supremis;
Ecce, ostreæ remeantes!