Should he upbraid Henry Rowley Bishop

Should he upbraid, I'll own that he prevail
And sing as sweetly as the nightingale
Say that he frown, I'll say his looks I view
As morning roses newly tip'd with dew

Say he be mute, I'll answer with a smile
And dance and play, And wrinkled care beguile
Should he upbraid, I'll own that he prevail
And sing as sweetly as the nightingale