whene'er

Whene'er he heard the voice of pain,His breast with pity burn'd; The large, round head upon his caneFrom ivory was turn'd.

And let the Wassail Cup abound, Whene'er the mummers' time comes round.

Such tragedies, such pitiful sights, wring the heart every day, "whene'er I take my walks abroad" in the streets of London.

All round our coasts—we do abroad whene'er we get the chance!

He smiles throughout the morning,And all the afternoon; He smiles whene'er the sun shines,And also at the moon.