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PATRIOTIC MEDLEY, BEING A CHOICE Collection of Patriotic, Sentimental, Hunting and Sea SONGS, INTERSPERSED With Anacreontic Songs & Cytherian Poems, Selected from the most approved Authors.
NEW YORK: PRINTED FOR JACOB JOHNKIN, Maiden Lane. 1800.
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THE STOCKBRIDGE FEDERAL ODE.
YE Sons of Columbia, unite in the cause,
Of Liberty, Justice, Religion and Laws,
Should foes then invade us, to battle we'll hie,
For the God of our fathers will be our Ally.
Should Frenchmen advance, tho' Europe join France,
Designing our conquest and plunder
United and free, we ever will be,
And our cannon shall tell them in thunder,
That foes to our freedom we'll ever defy,
'Till the continent sinks, and the ocean is dry,
When Bri [...]ain assail'd us, undaunted we stood,
Defended the land we had purchased with blood,
Our liberty won, and it shall be our boast,
If the old world uni [...]ed should menace our coast,
Should millions invade, in terror array'd,
And bid us our freedom surrender,
Our country they'd sind, wi [...]h bayonets lin'd,
And WASHINGTON here to defend her,
For foes to our freedom, &c.
We are anxious that peace may continue her reign,
We che [...]ish the virtues which sport in her [...]ain,
Our hearts ever me [...] when the fatherless sigh,
And we shiver at h [...]rror's funeral cry:
But still tho' we prize that child of the skies,
We'll never like slaves be accosted,
In a war of defence, our me [...]n [...] are immense,
And we'll sight till our all is exh [...]ste [...].
For foes to our freedom, &c.
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The Eagle of freedom with rapture behold
O'er shadow our land with his plumage of gold;
The flood-gates of glory are opened'd on high,
And Warren and Mercer descend from the sky,
They came from above with a message of love,
They bid us be firm and decided,
At liberty's call, uni [...]e one and all,
For you conquer unless your'e divided.
UNITE, and the foes of your freedom, &c.
Americans, seek no occasion for war!
The rude deeds of rapine still ever abhor,
Bu [...], if in defence of your rights you should arm,
Let no toils discourage, no danger alarm;
For foes to your peace will ever encrease,
If freedom and same you should barter,
Let those rights be yours, while creation endures,
For OMNIPOTENCE gave you the CHARTER.
Then foes to our freedom, &c.
HAIL COLUMBIA.
TUNE—PRESIDENT'S MARCH.
HAIL Columbia, happy land,
Hail ye Herous—Heaven-born band,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoy'd be peace your valor won,
Let independence be our boast
Ever mindful what it cost;
[Page 5] Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its [...]ar reach the skies.
Firm—united—let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty:
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Immortal Patriots, rise once more,
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe with impious hand,
Let no rude foe with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies
Of [...]oil and blood the well-earn'd prize.
While offering peace sincere and just,
In Heaven we place a marly trust,
That truth and justice will prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
Firm—united, &c.
Sound, sound the trump of fame,
Let WASHINGTON's great name,
Ring thro' the world with loud applause,
Ring thro' the world with loud applause,
Let every clime to Freedom, dear,
Listen with a joyful ear.
With equal skill and God-like power,
He governs in the f [...]a [...]ul hour
Of horrid war, or guide [...] with ease
The happier times of honest peace,
Firm—united, &c.
Behold the CHIEF who now commands,
Once more to serve his country stands—
[Page 6] [...] Rock on which the storm will beat,
[...] Rock on which the storm will beat,
[...]t arm'd with vi [...]ture, firm and true.
His hopes are fix'd on Heaven and You.
When hope was sinking, in dismay,
And glooms obscur'd Columbia's day,
His steady mind from changes free,
Resolv'd on Death or Liberty.
Firm—united—let us be,
Rallying round our liberty:
As a band of brothers join'd.
Peace and safery we shall find.
SONG.
COME, hail the day, ye sons of mi [...]h,
Which gave your native country birth,
All hail th' important hour:
Let ad [...]iration mark the da [...].
When Fathers to their sons did say.
Be free, till time's no mo [...]e!
Columbia's sons have rear'd a tree,
The root, the branch, are Liberty,
Expanding far and wide:
Refulgen [...] years, have tool'd away,
Since Freed [...]m blest America—
Like those, two thousand glide.
When time releas'd GEORGE WASHINGTON,
Not from affections he had won,
But from the height of care:
He left the reins of government,
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Quite tir'd with noise and war.
O guide, ye gods, this rev'rend sage,
Until he's down the steep of age,
Then sooth his cares to rest:
Yet, may his virtues live again,
To vindicate the Rights of Man,
Of which we are possess'd.
JOHN ADAMS, with a finish'd mind,
Columbia's chosen son, inclin'd
To take th' important chair;
The hero takes the reins, and guides
America, 'gainst winds and tides,
To shun deg [...]d [...]ng war.
But, if to war's terriffic sound,
We must devote fair freedom's ground,
To stain with blood its soil:
Then ROUSE, Americans, and show,
That you can wealth, or life bestow,
Ere FREEDOM meets a soil.
Should Europe's factions once attempt,
T' annihilate our government,
Or tread upon our shore:
Burgoyn'd, Cornwallis'd, they would be,
Or Arnold like, this country flee,
Or fall, to rise no more.
Then hail the day, ye sons of mirth,
Which gave your native country birth,
All hail th' important hour
[Page 8] Let edmiration mark the day,
When fathers to their sons did say,
Be f [...], till time's no more.
NEW YANKEE DOODLE.
SING Yankee Doodle, that fine tune,
Americans delight in;
It suits for peace, it suits for fun,
It suits as well for sigh [...]ing.
Chorus.
Yankee Doodle (mind the tune)
Yankee Doodle Dandy,
If Frenchmen come with naked bum,
We'll spank [...]em hard and handy.
To Caira and Carmagnole,
Direct [...]ry dance like Neros;
By Frenchmen's songs, so full of wrongs,
And scorn'd by Yankee heroos,
Yankee Doodle, &c.
The President, with good intent,
Three Envoys sent to Paris,
But ci [...] (que) Tetes, would not with 'em treat,
Of honor France so bare is.
Yankee Doodle &c.
Thro' X. and Y. and Madam Sly,
They made demard of money;
For as we're told, the French love gold,
As t [...]nging bees love Honey.
Yankee Doodle &c.
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Nebuchad [...]zzar long ago,
Set up a golden image.
Shadrach, Mesh [...]ch, Abednigo,
Would not fall down in homage.
Yankee Doodle, &c.
Just so cin (que) Tetes, with pride elate,
Of Marshall, Pinckney, Gerry,
Demand that they [...]dore and pay,
The pi [...]r to make merry.
Yankee Doodle, &c.
That Talleyrand might us trappan,
And o'er the country found it;
He sent his pill, t' Aurora's mill,
And Benny faction ground it.
Yankee Doodle, &c.
But Ma [...]shall came, with trump of fame,
And brought the noble answer;
Without a jonk, he had in soak,
A [...]d for Telleyrand, Sir.
Yankee Doodle, &c.
With fraud and lie, Directory,
Deal in deceit and evil;
Who Venice sold, for pow'r and gold,
Would sell us to the Devil.
Yankee Doodle, &c.
Their 'sernal bugs, may squeeze Dutch bugs,
But we will have no master;
And while the Swiss, Sans * Culottes kiss,
[Page 10] We'ell spread a blister plaister.
Yankee Doodle, &c.
Americans then fly to a [...]s,
And learn the way to use 'em:
If each man fights to [...]fend his rights,
The French can't long abuse 'em.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Bold ADAMS did, in seventy-six,
Our independence sign, sir:
And he will not, give up a jot,
Tho' all the world combine Sir.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Let every men, adopt his plan,
Like brothers slick together:
Then all the threats, of vile cin (que) Tetes,
Will never weigh a feather.
Yankee doodle, &.
If we are fi [...]m, peace will return,
S [...]eet peace, the very dandy:
May they that slinch, a single inch
Ne'er taste the sugar candy.
Yankee doodle (mind the tune), &c.
SONG.
Tune—Rule Br [...]tania.
WHEN Britain with despotic sway,
Would at her feet our freedom lay,
Would at, &c.
[Page 11] We rais'd the Standard—to arms, to arms, [...] cry'd,
Our patriots fought—they bled, they di'd.
Independent Columbians, they would be,
Resolved to perish, or be free.
Great WASHINGTON did then command;
He led the bo [...]d heroic band,
He led, &c.
They fought and conquer'd—Columbia's Sons were free,
Resolv'd on death or liberty.
Independent Columbians they would be,
Resolv'd to perish, or be free.
When France her struggle first began
For liberty, the rights of man,
For liberty, &c.
Glowing with ard [...]r—with ardot in her cause,
We scorn'd that Kings should give her laws.
Independent—may Gallia still be free,
They fought at first for liberty.
But France, you now forget your friend,
Our amity is at end,
Our amity, &c.
You rob our commerce, insult us on our coast,
Divide and conquer, is your boast.
Know proud Frenchmen, united we will be,
Resolv'd to perish or be free.
Shall we to France a tribute pay,
Or at her seet our freedom lay,
Or at, &c.
[Page 12] Forbid it Heav'n Columbia's freemen cry,
We will be free or nobly die.
Know proud Frenchmen united we will be,
Resolv'd on death or liberty.
United then with heart and hand,
Our constitution firm shall stand,
Our constitution, &c.
Then raise the standard, let this your motto be,
Our father's fought, and so will [...]e.
Hail Columbians, united we will be,
Like them we'll conquer and be free.
SONG.
FAIR liberty! whom heaven gave
But where peculiarly it loves;
And put off all it mean: for slave
With orange bow'rs and citron groves!
The children of the frozen north,
Where nature half her gifts retains.
Are doom'd to tame the churlish earth,
For tasteless fruits, and tardy grains;
Yet while their weary task they ply,
By thee their fainting souls are cheer'd!
No stern unfeeling Lord is nigh:
No rods are seen, no chains are heard!
Still as they guide the delving plough,
Or bind pale Autumn's scanty store;
To thee, their manly lives they vow,
To thee, their grateful strains they pour!
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SONG.
A soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me,
His arms are so bright,
And he looks so upright,
So gallant and gay.
When he trips it away,
Who is so nice and well powder'd as he
Sing rub a dub, rub a dub, rub a dub a dub a dub dub dub,
Thunder and plunder,
A soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me.
Each morn when we see him upon the parade,
He cuts such a slash,
With his go [...] get and sash
And makes such ado,
With his gaiter and queue.
Sleeping, or waking, who need be afraid,
Sing, rub a dub, &c.
Or else when he's mounted so trim and so tall,
With broad sword in hand,
The whole town to command,
Such capers, such prances,
Such ogling, such glances,
Our hearts gallop off, and are left at Whitehall.
[Page 14] Sing taran, tantaran, tantaran, tantaran tan, trumpet and thump it.
A soldier, a soldier, a solder for me.
A soldier, &c.
SONG, ON LIBERTY.
COME, come, my brethren dear,
Now we're assembled here,
Exalt your voices clear,
With harmony,
There's none shall be admitted in,
Were he a Lord, a Duke or King.
He's counted but an empty thing,
Except he's free.
Then let ev'ry man take glass in hand,
Drink bumpers to our native land,
As long as he can sit or stand,
With decency.
By our arts we prove,
Emblems of mutual love,
Types given from above,
To those who are free.
There's not a tyrant who fills a throne,
Will ever be asham'd to own,
Those liberties to monarchs unknown,
But such as we.
Then let &c.
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SONG.
GUARDIAN of our nation, stand firm in your station,
While Europe is all in commotion;
We'll let the world see that America's free,
Our flag shall ride safe on the ocean.
Since Fr [...]nce do [...]h aspire to set us on fire,
And fill our Grand Court with distraction,
Then firm let us be, uni [...]ed and free.
In spite of proud France and of faction.
We'll n [...]'er have a king, tho' of ADAMS we'll sing,
And chaun [...] to our children h [...]s sto [...]y;
We'll let the world see Columbia i [...] free,
And fight for our country and glory.
Our Navy shall [...]ide on the ocean so wide.
With all [...]he [...]roud billows in motion,
No tyrant shall da [...]e his e [...] sig [...]s t [...] [...]ear,
And pi [...]a [...]es shall fly from the ocean.
These pirates of France have dor'd to advance
To our s [...]a [...], and [...]he m [...]u [...]h of u [...] harbors;
But Frenchmen shall see our st [...]e will be free,
We'll clear all our co [...]sts of [...]u [...]h robbers.
Now let us unite to stand for [...]u [...] right.
And protect our [...]m [...] f [...]m plander;
These rovers at sea, shall begin now to flee,
When Ganges discha [...]ges his thunder.
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SONG. THE NEW-YORK PATRIOTIC SONG.
Tune—Wasington's Marck and Yanke [...] Doodle,
POETS may sing of their Helicon streams,
Their Gods and their heroes are fabulous dreams;
They re'er sang a line,
Half so grand, so divine.
As the glorious toast
We Columbians boast,
The Federal Constitution boys, and LIBERTY forever.
ADAMS, the man of our choice, guides the helm,
No tempest can harm us, no storm overwhelm;
Our sheet anchor's sure,
And our ba [...]k rides secure,
So here's to the toast
We Columbians boast,
The Federal Constitution boys, and President forever.
A free navigation, commerce and trade:
We'll seek for no foe, of no foe be afraid;
Our frigate's shall ride
Our desence and our pride;
Our tars guard our coast,
And h [...]zza to our toast,
The Federal Constitution, Trade, and Commerce, boys forever.
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[...]o [...]gomery, Warren, still live [...] our [...],
Like them our young heroes shall sp [...]rn at our wrongs,
The world shall admire
The zeal and the fire
Which blaze in the toast,
We Columbians boast,
The Federal Constitution, and its Advocatea forever.
When an enemy threats all party shall cease,
We bribe no [...]ntriguers to buy a mean peace,
Columbians will scorn
Friend or foe to suborn,
We'll ne'er stain the toast,
Which as freemen we boast,
The Federal Constitution and Integrity forever.
Fame's trumpet shall swell in WASHINGTON'S praise,
And time grant a furlough to lengthen his days,
May h [...]al [...]h wa [...]e the thread
Of delight round his head;
No nation can boast
Such a name—such a toast—
The Federal Constitution boys, and WASHINGTON forever.
SONG.
GOD save the United States,
Free from the worst of fates;
Vile Gallic sway,
May they forever be,
Just, Independent, free,
[Page 18] Liberty's misery,
[...] Without dismay.
O God, great Adams save,
The firm, the good, the brave,
Who now commands,
May every enemy.
Fa [...] from his presence flee,
And be dire anarchy,
Crush'd by his hands.
Save too great WASHINGTON,
Columbia's dearest son,
Te be our shield.
When war's r [...]nen'd [...]larms,
Shall call aga [...]n to arms,
And threat'ning danger warns
Us to the fi [...]ld.
"O Lord, our God a [...]ise;
"Scatter our enemies,
"And m [...]ke them f [...]ll,
"Confound their poli [...]ies,
"Frustrate [...]heir knavish tricks,
"On thee our hopes are fix'd,
"O save us all."
Let a [...] with one consent;
Unite with government,
Our rights to guard,
May jarring d [...]scord cease.
Our social j [...]ys enc [...]ease,
And smling Heaven born peace
Be our reward.
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SONG. THE FARMER's PATRIOTIC OD [...].
TUNE—Vicar of Bray.
FROM th [...] soil our fathers dearly b [...]t,'
No foe their sons shall sever;
The laws for which our heroes fought,
Shall guard their rights forever.
When foes invade. with heart and hand,
We'll croud the field of action;
From Gallic weeds, we'll purge aur land,
And crush the reptile faction.
Ere Jacobins shall lord it here,
Or we for Frenchmen labor,
The pruning hock shall dart, a spear,
The ploughshare glow, a sabre!
When foes, &c.
Let Gallia's pirates cross the waves,
To ask a contribution;
On land, we'll point them to their graves,
By Sea, the CONSTITUTION,
When foes, &c
Our swains shall quir their lover's arms,
And WASHINGTON shall lead 'em;
The husband leave d [...]mestic charms,
And know no friend, but Freedom.
When foer, &c.
The free-born child, the tender wife,
Shall brave each sad disaster:
[Page 20] [...], the savage kaife:
[...] a [...]llic master.
[...] [...]de Columbia's friends
Shall [...] the field of action,
[...] to [...] waves repel the fiends,
That sew the sceas of faction.
SONG.
TO the standard repair,
Each jolly bold Tar.
Our country calls loudly to arms;
T [...]a [...]h the bullies of France,
The a [...]'d Yankee-Dance,
'Tis freedom our bosom that warms.
I et the bean Talleyrand,
With his s [...]uff box in hand,
Ask again a doceur for admission;
Come here Monsieur Frog,
Take a [...]ff of our grog,
And we'll shew you a Yankee commission.
Do you think Gallic Crows,
Can catch us adoze.
While storms are thick gath'ring aloft;
Pardonnez Monsieur,
Our Liberty's dear,
You'll not find us with sculls quite so soft.
Each day a new ship,
With her anchor atrip,
Is arm'd, and the Eagle full spread:
If America stoops,
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It must be when her tars are all dead,
Come each honest soul,
Pass around the full bowl,
To ADAMS our glorious head;
Thank the good Gods above,
Who America love,—
Great WASHINGTON too is not dead!
Mother Carey's soul brood,
Can do you no good,
While such wor [...]hies America lead;
Our Ca [...]ains are bold,
And despise secret gold,
Our coin boys, is Iron and Lead.
SONG.
COLUMBIA's Bald Eagle displays in his Claws,
The arrows of Jove, to confound her proud foes;
While the artful French Bear, with his wide spreading paws.
Would ensnare us by hugs far more fatal than blows.
But his hugs and his blows we will meet them like men,
And the Eagle shall drive the beast back to his den.
The terrible bear, not yet sated with blood.
Growls around his huge den, o'er the bones of his prey;
[Page 22] Tho' now gorg'd to the full, he still howls for more food,
And would lore by his tricks fair Columbia away.
But his tricks and his howls we despise them like men,
And the Eagle shall drive the beast back to his den.
Not a Frog e'er shall bribe him to stay his rude shocks,
For the Eagle disda [...]ns to retreat from his ire:
We will marshal our columns as solid as rocks,
And receive the proud Frenchmen in vollies of fice,
Like true s [...]ns of Columbia, we will act still like men.
And her Eagle shall drive the Bear back to his den.
SONG.
TO Columbia, who, gladly reclin'd at her ease,
On Atlan [...]ic's broad bosom lay smiling in peace,
M [...]nerva s [...]w hastily, sent from above.
And address'd her this message from [...]hundering Jove:
"Rouse, quickly awake,
"For your freedom's at stake,
"Storms arise, your renown'd independence to shake;
"Then lose not a moment, my aid I will lend,
"If y [...]ur sons will assemble your rights to defend."
Rous'd Columb [...]a rose up, and indignant declar'd,
[Page 23] That no nation she'd wrong'd, and no nation she fear'd.
That she wish'd not for war, but if war was her fate,
She could meet it with souls independent and great;
Then tell mighty Jove,
That we quickly will prove,
We'll deserve the protection he'll send from above,
For ne'er shall [...]he sons of America bend,
But united, their rights and their freedom defend,
Minerva smil'd cheerfully as she withdrew.
Enraptured to find her Americans true;
"For (said she) our sly Mercury oft-times reports
"That your sons are divided"—Columbia retorts:
Tell that vile god of thieves,
His report but deceives,
And we care not what madman such nonsense believes.
For ne'er shall the sons of America bend;
But united, their rights and their freedom defend.
Jove rejoic'd in Columbians this union to see
And swore by old S [...]x they deserv'd to be free;
Then assembled the gods, and to all gave consent.
Their assistance if needful in war to present;
M [...]s arose, and shook his a [...]mour,
And swore, his old farmer
[Page 24] Should ne'er in his country see ought that could harm her;
For ne'er should the sons of America bend,
But united, their rights and their freedom defend.
Minerva refolv'd that her Aegis she'd lend;
Had Apollo declar'd he their cause would befriend;
Old Vulcan an armor would forge for their aid,
More firm than the one for Achill [...]es he made;
Then said he I'll prepare,
A compound most rare,
Of courage and union each a full share,
That ne'er can the sons of America bend,
But their rights and their freedom most firmly defend.
Ye sons of Columbia then join hand in hand:
Divided we fall, but united we stand;
'Tis ours to determine, 'tis ours to decree,
That in peace we will live independent and free.
And should from afar,
Break the horrors of war,
We'll always be ready at once to declare,
That ne'er will the sons of America bend,
But united, their rights and their freedom defend.
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SONG.
COME all Grenadiers let us join hand in hand,
And swear by our country most truly to stand;
Round the banners of liberty manfully range,
Resolv'd to preserve it unblemish'd by change.
And should our proud foes in their insults persist,
Their arts is their arms we will firmly resist;
For our glorious freedom we drew with our breath
And with it we'll keep it unfully'd till death.
Our cause truly noble, and honor our guide,
The defence of our country shall e'er be our pride,
Determin'd her dear Independence to guard,
In her happiness only we'll seek our reward.
For her ev'ry labor endu [...]'d will be sweet,
For her ev'ry dangor we'll cheerfully meet,
For our glorious, &c.
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From our father who gain'd it, our freedom we hold,
And it ne'er by their sons shall be cowardly sold.
To guard it our fortunes shall freely b [...] spent;
But to buy it COLUMBIA will ne'er giv [...] a cent:
Then let it by Frenchmen be well understood,
That if we must purchase, our price i [...] our BLOOD.
For our glorious. &c.
SONG. TIME AND LIBERTY.
TIME has not th [...]n'd my flowing hair,
Nor bent me with his iron hand
Ah! why so soon the bl [...]ssom tear,
E're Autumn yet the fruit demand.
Let me enj [...]y the cheerful day,
Till many a year has o'er me roll'd:
Pleas [...]d let me t [...]ifle life away,
And sing of liberty e're I grow old.
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TRUXTON's VICTORY. A Naval Patriotic Song,
WHEN freedom, fair freedom her banner display'd,
Defying each foe whom her rights would invade,
Columbia's brave sons swore those rights to maintain,
And o'er ocean and earth to est [...]blish her reign.
Unit [...]d they cry,
While that standard sh [...]ll fly,
R [...]solv'd, firm and steady,
We always are ready
To fight and to conquer, to conquer or die.
Tho' GALL [...]A [...]hrough Europe has rush'd like a flood,
And delug'd the earth with an ocean of [...]ord;
While by FACTION she's led. While she's govern'd by KNAVES,
We court not her [...]m les, and will ne'er be her flaws:
He [...] [...]hreats we defy,
While oar standard shall fly;
Resolv'd firm and steady,
We alwavs are ready
To fight and to conquer; to co [...]quer or die.
Tho' France with caprice dayes our sl [...]tesmen upbraid.
A tribute d [...]m [...]nds, or sets bounds to our trade;
[Page 28] From our young rising NAVY our thunders shall roar,
And our Commerce extend to the earth's utmost shore.
Our cannon we'll ply,
While our standard shall fly;
Resolv'd, firm and steady,
We always are ready,
To fight and to conquer; to conquer or die.
To know we're resolv'd, let them think on the hour.
When Truxton, brave Truxton, off Nevis's shore,
His ship mann'd for battle, he standard unfurl'd,
And at the Insurgente d [...]fiance he hurl'd:
And his valiant Tars cry,
While our standard shall fly.
Resolv'd, firm and steady,
We always are ready
To fight and to conquer; to conquer or die.
Each heart beat exulting, inspir'd by the cause;
They fought for their country, their freedom, and laws:
From their cannon loud vollies of vengeance they p [...]er'd,
And the standard of France to Columbia was lower'd.
Hazza! they now cry,
Let the Eagle wave high;
Resolv'd, firm and steady,
We always are ready
To fight and to conquer; to conquer or die.
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Then raise high the strain, pay the tribute that's due,
To the fair CONSTELLATION, and all her brave CREW:
Be TRUXTON rever'd, and his name be enroll'd
Mo [...]gst the Chiefs of the Ocean, the Heroes of old.
Each invader defy,
While such He [...]oes are nigh,
Who always are ready,
Resolv'd, firm and steady,
To fight and to conquer; to conquer or die.
THE CONSTELLATION's VICTORY,
TUNE, "The Arethusa Frigate."
COME, all ye jolly sailors bold,
Whose hearts are cast in honor's mould,
While Columbia's glory I unfold,
Huzza! to the Consteliation;
[...]or she's frigate stout and brave
[...]s ever stemm'd the dashing wave;
[...]er men are staunch to the Baltimore launch;
[...]nd when the foe shall meet our fire,
[...]oner than strike we'll all expire
On board of the Constellation.
[...] was on February the ninth, that she so stout,
[...]e island of Nevis was cruising abo [...]t,
[...]hen a large French sail, in view to the south
Hove in sight of the Co [...]st [...]llation,
[...]e fam'd l'Insurgente a head did lie,
[Page 30] The Constellation seem'd to fly;
[...] a [...] or tack, or a brace would she slack;
Though the Frenchmen laugh'd, and tho't it fluff.
Yet they know not the handful of men so tough
On board of the Constellation.
On deck four hundred men did dance,
The floutest they could fi [...]d in France;
We with three hundred did advance
On board the Constel [...]a [...]ion.
Serv'r [...]l times he Frenchman hail'd us hea?
We under her lee did nicely go;
And our two-round shot so well we plied,
That every broadside pier [...]'d her side—
In an hour—for quarter the Frenchmen cried,
And struck to the Constellation.
'Twas post meridian—quarter past past three
When we ran under the enemy's lee;
They mounted forty guns, and we
Mounted thirty eight in the Constellation.
And now to conclude, may Columbia's navy
Send all Gallic pira [...]es to the locker of Da [...]y!
Let each fill a glass to his fav'ri [...]e [...] l [...]ss;
A health to brave Truxton, and officera true,
And all that belong to the [...]allant crew
On board of the Constellation.
PAUL JONES. A much admired SONG.
AN American frigate from Baltimore came
Guns mounted forty, the Rich, in by [...],
[Page 31] A cruising in the channel of Old England,
With a noble commander, Paul Jones, was the Man
We had not sail'd long, 'till we did espy,
A large forty-four and a twenty so nigh;
Two bright frigates well laden with store,
In concert they purs [...]'d us from the Old Yorkshire shore.
At the hour of twelve Pierce came along side,
With a loud specking trumpet, "whence came you, he cry'd?
"Come give me an answer, I hall'd you before,
Or this very moment a broad-side I'll pour.
Paul Jones gave a smile, saying boys we'll not run,
Let every brave seaman stand close to his gun;
A broad side it came from these English men,
And the brave buckskin heroes return'd it again.
We fought them four glasses, four glasses so hot,
That [...]0 b [...]ld seamen lay dead on the foot:
And above 40 more lay weltering in their gore,
While Pierce's loud cannon upon the Richard did roar.
Our gunner got frightn'd, and to Paul Jones came,
Saying our ship she takes water, likewise in a flame:
Paul Jones laughing—in the height of his pride,
Said, if we can do no better we'll sink along side
[Page 32] [...] Richard bore down and the Lion did [...]ke,
Which caused the heart of bold Pierce for to ache
Our shot flew so hot they could not stand us long,
Before the undaunted union of Britain came down.
Come now my brave boys, we have taken a rich prize
A large forty-four and twenty likewise:
He [...]e is a health to all widows who have cause to weep,
For the loss of their husbands in the bottom-less deep.
SONG. FLY TRAITORS.
FLY ye traitors from out land,
Fly ye Jacobinic band,
Who join the French and aid their cause;
Who join the French and aid their cause;
And sh [...]u [...]d the storm of war come on,
N [...] doubt you'd to their stardard run.
The independence which we boast,
By your vile ar [...]s was nearly lost;
Fach true Columbi [...]n will despise
The traitors who the Frenchmen prize.
All their arts employed we see
To destroy our liberty,
Like a band of rascals join'd
May they be to hell consign'd.
[Page 33]
Ye democrats who strove once more
To make rude foes attack our shore,
Invited o'er the impious band,
Invited o'er the impious band,
Encourag'd by your artful lies
To wrest from us the rights we prize;
While ye oppose each, measure just,
The French in you place all their trust,
That through your influence they'll prevail,
But all their wick [...]d schemes shall fail.
All their arts, &c.
May public infamy and shame
Forever brand the traitor's name,
Who boasted he should not oppose
The French, should they come here as foes:
While they protect his interest dear,
He turns to them a joyful ear.
With matchless skill he make a his power
Assist his in crest every hour;
For while he gain, his heart's at ease;
Tho' he destroy's his country's peace.
All his arts, &c.
While those who league wi [...]h Talleyrand;
Once more to cheat our country stand;
Ye Democrats on you they call,
Ye Democrats on you they call,
For all the Jacobinic crew
Their hopes are fix'd on hell and you;
But now o'erwhel'd with dire dismay,
Their schemes expos'd in open day,
From vile French influence we'll be free,
Nor dread destructive anarchy.
[Page 34]
Tho' all their arts employ'd should be
To introduce vile anarchy,
The band of rascals soon shall find,
Their names to infamy consign'd,
AMERICA, COMMERCE & FREEDOM.
HOW blest the life a sailor leads.
From clime to clime still ranging,
For as the calm the storm succeeds,
The scene delights by changing,
Tho' tempest howl along the main,
Some objects will remind us,
And [...]ear with hope to meet again
The friends we left behind us.
Then under full sail we laugh at the gale,
And the landsmen look pale, never heed them;
But toss off a glass to a favorite lass,
To America, Commerce, and Freedom,
But when arriv'd in sight of land,
Or safe in port rejoicing,
Our ship we moor, our sails we hand,
Wh [...]t out the boat is horsting;
With che [...]rful hearts the shore we reach,
Our friends delighted greet us,
And ripping lightly o'er the beach,
The pretty lasses meet us.
When the ful flowing bowl enlivens the soul,
To fo [...]t it we merrily them,
And each bony lass will drink off her glass.
To America, Commerce and Freedom.
Our prizes sold, the chink we share,
And gladly we receive it,
[Page 35] And when we meet a brother Tar,
That wants, we freely give it:
No free-born sailor yet had store,
But chearfully would lend it,
And when 'tis gone—to sea for more,
We earn't but to spend it.
Then drink round my boys, 'tis the first of our joys,
To relieve the distress'd clothe and feed them,
'Tis a duty we share with the brave and the fair,
In this land of commerce and freedom.
SONG.
Tune—Rule Britannia.
WHEN our great Sires this land explor'd,
A shelter from Tyrannic wrong!
Led on by Heav'ns Almighty Lord,
They sung—and acted well the song,
Rise united! dare be freed!
Our sons shall vindicate the deed.
In vain the region they would gain.
Was distant, dreary, undiselosed,
In vain th' Atlantic roar'd between,
And hosts of savages oppos'd.
They rush'd undaunted, hea'vn decreed
Their sons should vindicate the deed.
'Twas freedom, led the vet'rans forth,
And manly fortitude to bear,
They toil'd, they vanquish'd! such high worth
Is always heav'ns peculiar care,
[Page 36] Their great example still inspires,
Nor dare we act beneath our Sires.
'Tis ours undaunted to defend,
The dear bought, rich inheritance:
And spire of each invading hand,
We'll fight, bleed, die! in its defence,
Pursue our fathers' path to same,
And emulate their glorious flame.
As the proud oak inglorious stands,
'Till storms, and thunder root it fast,
So stood our new, unpractic'd bands,
'Till Britain roar'd her stormy blast:
Then he they vanquish'd, fierce led on
B [...] freedom and great Washington.
Hail, godlike hero! b [...]rn to save!
Ne'er shall thy deathless laurels fade,
But on tha brow, eternal wave,
And consecrate blest Vernen's shade,
Thy spreading glories still increase,
'Till earth, and time, and nature cease.
Oh! may that spirit on thee shed,
Columbia's truest, noblest friend!
On thy successor's honor'd head,
In copious, double, showers descend!
This charge to Adams be consigned,
Be thou the second of mankind.
So when Elijah, call'd to heav'n,
Up in the flaming chariot r [...]de,
Elisha took the mantle giv'n,
And rose a prophet—or a god!
Then sh [...]u [...] groat Adams! freedom's son!
Immortal her of Washington.
[Page 37]
SONG.
COME, care curing mirth,
From Wit's hower forth,
Bring Humour, your brother, along:
Hospitality's here,
And Harmony near,
To Chorus droll Sentiment's song.
In Comedy trim,
Joke, Jesture, and Whim,
With Trios will keep up the ball;
By order of Taste,
We open the feast
Of Friendship, in Liberty Hall.
Who'd President be?
Unanimity; see
He's order'd to sit as our host;
My Lord Common Sense,
With pains and expense,
Introduc'd him to give out the toast.
Though Scandal we hate,
Only good we hold great,
Nor any for title's sake praise;
Unworthy that name,
No merit can claim,
But what genealogies raise.
In this Anno Dom. we
Would felicity see,
I'll demonsrate how easy we could,
Change fault finding elves
To mending ourselves,
[Page 38] Then things might soon be as they should.
Some wives read their mates
Curtain lecture debates,
And wonder they're not understood;
The Husband's perplex'd,
And the Lady is vex'd,
'Cause every thing's not as it should.
If pension or place,
Is the gift of his grace,
Refusal would be over nice:
Plumb Pudding on board,
And press'd by my lord,
Who would not come in for a slice?
Corruption's the cry,
Opposition runs high,
Yet who can help laughing to see,
Though factions so big
Ambo Tory and Whig.
In one part both parties agree [...]
For the kingdom of man,
Division's the plan,
By the laws of the Cyprian cour [...],
The ladies must yield,
When our standard we wield,
And what we advance they support.
For a bumper I call—
Here's to the sov'reign of All.
The spring from which all honor flows:
From thence we all came,
So we go to that same,
Here's to it, and to it, Here goes.
[Page 39]
SONG.
HOW bright are the joys of the table,
I mean when the cloth is remov'd [...]
Our hearts are fast held by a cable,
While round the decanter is shov'd.
The ladies all rise to retire,
We stand up and look very grave:
A bumper then draw round the fire,
Determin'd like souls to behave.
My servant, he knows I'm a toper,
"Clean glasses, of wine a recruit!"
He brings in a six bottle cooper,
And places it close at my foot.
I gingerly take up a bot [...]le.
The saw-dust I puff from his coat;
The cork out, he sings in the throttle,
But sweeter than Mira his note!
"What gentleman coffee now chooses?"
The compliment comes from the fair;
No gentleman coffee resuses.
But not a man s [...]irs from his chair.
Tho' Frenchmen may do so, I bar it,
With British politeness I think;
While Monsieur we thank for his claret,
He never shall teach us to drink.
Gay Hebe now shews in Apollo.
A struggle 'twixt claret and wit;
For Bacchus insists he shall swallow,
Six bumpers before he may sit.
Ye fair, why so ill should we treat you,
[Page 40] To [...]rt ere the battle is won?
At supper Ap [...]llo shall meet you,
And [...] you what Bacchus has done.
SONG.
MY mother says, I'm now sixteen,
Must dress—in the beau monde be seen,
Reply to all the vows of men,
No, no, no.
In sweetest buds there canker lies,
And in the rose sharp thorns arise;
All this she says to make me wise,
And say no.
When Henry t'other morning came,
Profess'd an honest tender flame,
And ask'd me, if the day I'd name,
I said no.
I told him, mother I'd obey,
And must reply of course with nay;
He sigh'd, then shall I far away?
I said no.
My speaking tears betray'd my love:
He said, shall Hymen doubt remove,
To church, you'll not deny to rove?
I sigh'd no.
My mother now I have obey'd,
Attended well to what she [...]
[Page 41] And will to all—but him I wed,
Still say no.
SONG.
A FLAXEN headed cow-boy, as simple as may be,
And next a merry plough boy I whist'led o'er the lea:
But now saucy footman, I strut in worsted lace,
And soon I'll be a butler and wag my jolly face.
When steward I'm promoted, I'll snip a tradesman's hill,
My master's coffers empty, my pockets for to fill:
When lolling in my chariot, so great a man I'll be,
You'll forget the little plough-boy that whist'led o'er the lea.
I'll buy votz [...] at elections, but when I've made the pelf,
I'll stand poll for parliement, and then vote in myself:
Whatever's good for—me, sir, I never will oppose;
When all my ayes are sold off, why then I'll sell my nose.
I'll bawl, harangue and paragraph, with speaches charm the ear,
[Page 42] And when I'm tir'd on my legs, then I'll sit down a peer,
In co [...]et or city honor, so great a man I'll be;
You'll forget the little plough-boy that west'led o'er the lea.
SONG.
IN storms, when clouds obscure the sky,
And thunders roll, and light'nings fly—
In midst of all these dire alarms,
I think, my Sally, on thy charns.
The troubled main,
The wind and rain,
My ardent passion prove;
Lash'd to the helm,
Should seas o [...]erwhelm,
I'd think on thes, my love!
When rocks appear on ev'ry side,
And art is vain the ship to guide;
In varied shapes, when death appears,
The thoughts of thee my bosom cheers.
The troubled main, &c.
But should the gracious pow'rs be kind—
Dispel the gloom, and still the wind,
And wait me to thy arms once more,
Safe to my long lost native shore:
No more the main,
I,d tempt again,
But tender joys improve,
[Page 43] I then with thee,
should happy be,
And think on nought but love!
SONG.
A ROSE tree in full bearing,
Had sweet flowers fair to see
One rose beyond comparing,
For beauty, attracted me;
Tho' eager once, to win it,
When lovely, blooming, fresh and gay,
I found a conker in it,
And now, throw it far away.
How fine this morning early!
The sun shiing fair and bright,
So late I lov'd you dearly,
Tho' lost now, each fond delight,
The clouds seem big with showers,
The sun beams no more are seen,
Farewell, ye fleeting hours,
Your falsehood has chang'd the scene,
When fair Aurora blushes,
And heaven's serene and clear,
The linnets, barks and thrushes,
With music, delight the ear;
When storms begin to gather,
And clouds veil the vaulted skies,
They bid adieu to pleasure,
In silence, their music dies.
[Page 44]
So when you was my lover,
I thought you was all divine,
No blemish could discover,
But now, all your vices shine;
I find you are inconstant,
You're false and fickle as the wind,
I'll think no more upon you,
But banish you from my mind.
As little Cupid played,
The sweet blcoming flowers, among,
A bee, that lay concealed
Under th' leaves, his finger stung;
Tears down his pretty cheeks ran,
He frantic, blow'd the smarting wound,
And crying thro' the grove ran,
Until he his mother found;
Mamms, I'm sorely wounded,
Assist me, or I die with pain,
My anguish is unbounded,
A bee stung me, on the plain;
She smilingly, replying,
Said, O my son, how can it be?
That by a bee you're dying,
What must she feel, who's stung by thee?
SONG.
HOW stands the glass around?
For shame, ye take no eate, my boys,
How stand the glass around?
[Page 45] Let mirth and wine abound,
The trumpets sound;
The colors they are flying, boys.
To fight, kill, or wound,
May we still be found,
Content with our hard fate, my boys,
On the cold ground.
Why, soldiers, why,
Should we be melancholy, boys?
Why, soldiers, why,
Whose business 'tis to die!
What sighing fie!
Drown fear, drink on, be jolly boys,
'Tis he, you or I!
Cold, hot, wet or dry,
We're always bound to follow, boys,
And scorn to fly!
'Tis but in vain—
I mean rot to upbraid ye, boys—
'Tis hut in vain
For soldiers to [...]
Should ne [...] [...]
Send us to [...]
[Page 46]
SONG. The Old Maid's Last Prayer.
COME all you pretty maidens, some old some younger,
Who all have got sweethearts, but I must sla [...] longer,
Some sixteen, some eighteen, are happily married.
A [...]as how unequally such things are carried:
A limner, a penman, a tinker, a tailor,
A fidler, a pedlar, a ploughman, a sailor.
Come gentle, come simple, come foolish come witty,
Come don't let me die a maid, take me out of pity
I have a sister Sally, who's younger than I am,
Has so many sweetheart's she's forced to deny them.
I never was guilty of denying many,
The lord knows my heart, I'd be thankful for any.
A limner, &c.
I have a sister Susan, tho' ugly ill shapen,
Before she was sixteen years old, she was taken,
Before she was eighteen a son and a daughter,
And I am six and thirty and ne'er had an offer,
A limner, &c.
It has often been said, by my father and mother,
That going to one wedding makes, way for another;
If that be the case, I will go without bidding.
[Page 47] [...]nd let the world judge, if I don't want a wedding.
A limner, &c.
[...] never will scold, and I'll never be jealo [...]s,
My husband shall have money, to go the alehouse,
While he is there spending, I'll be at home saving,
And leave it to you all, if I an't worth the having.
A limner. &c.
SONG.
THE wealthy fool with gold in store,
Will still desire to grow richer,
Give me but these I ask to more,
My charming girl, my friend and pitcher,
My friend so rare, my girl so fair,
With such what mortal can be richer,
Give but these—a fig for care.
With my sweet girl, my friend and pitcher.
From morning sun I'd never grieve,
To toil a hedger or a ditcher.
If that when I come home at eve.
I might enjoy my friend and pitcher,
My friend so rare, &c.
Tho' fortune ever shu [...]s my door,
I know not what can so bewi [...]ch her;
With all my heart—can I be poor,
[Page 48] With my sweet girl, my friend, and pitc [...]
My friend so rare &c.
SONG.
LORD, what care I fo [...] mam, or dad?
Why let them scold and bellow?
For while I live. I'll love my lad,
He's such a charming fellow.
The last fair day on yonder green,
The youth he danc'd so well o
So spruce a lad was never seen,
As my sweet ch [...] [...] [...]llow.
The [...] come,
[...] [...]ow,
[...] home,
[...]
[...] bright,
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...] [...]reath
[Page 49]
SONG,
NO pastime, no sport can with [...]u [...]ing compare,
[...]et each lad and each lass then to the field repair.
While health, rosy health, with delight shall keep pace.
And prove there's no joys like the joys of the chace:
When the hor [...]'s sprightly notes calls the huntsman away,
Tantivy, tantivy, hark forward, huzza, huzza.
Let fashion and scandal, and cards share the time,
Of your fine London ladies who murder their prime;
Give me the delights that enliven this place,
While echo. re-echoed, gives joy to the chace.
Hark forward, tantivy, huzza.
O'er mountain, o'er valley, with speed hasts away,
No longer our innocent past time delay;
Aurora to welcome with bright [...]uddy face,
Let echo, re-ec hoed, give joy to the chace,
Hark forward, tentivy, huzza.
SONG
WHEN Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth,
He supoenaed the virtues di [...]!
Young Bacchus then sat the gay chairman of [...]rth,
[Page 50] And the toast was wit, women, and wine.
The sentiment tickled the ear of each god;
Apollo he wink'd to the Nine;
And Venus gave Ma [...]s [...]o, a sly wanton nod,
When she drank to wit, women and wine.
Great Jove shook his sides, and the cup put round,
While Juno for once look'd divine:
These blessings, says he, shall on earth now bound,
And the toast is, wit, women and wine.
These are joys, worthy Gods, which to mort [...] are given,
Says Mo [...]us: who will not repine?
For what's worth our notice, pray tell me Heav'n,
If men have wit, women and wine.
This joke you'll repent, I'll lay fifty to seven,
Such attractions no power can decline;
Great Jove, by yourself you'll soon keep hous [...] in Heav'n,
For you'll follow wit, women and wine.
Thou'rt right, says great Jove, let us hence t [...] the Earth,
Men and Gods think variety fine;
Who would stay in the clouds, when good nature and mi [...]h
Are below with wit, women, and wine?
[Page 51]
SONG.
SIR Solomon Simons, when he did wed,
Blush'd black as a crow;—his fair lady did bl [...]sh light:
The clock struck twelve, they were both tuck'd in bed;
In the chimney—a rush light,
A little farthing rosh light.
Sir Solomon gave his lady a nuge—
Cries he, "Lady Simons, here's vastly too much light:"
"Then Sir Solomon," says she, "do get up you cannot grudge,
And blow cut the rush light,
The little farthing rush light,
Fal, lal, lal, lal, la.
And blow cut the rush light."
Sir Solomon then, out of bed pops his toes,
And vastly he swore, and very much did curse light;
And then, to the chimney, Sir Solomon be goes
And he pufi'd at the rush light.
The little farthing rush light;
But poor Sir Solomon
Coud'nt blow out the rush light.
Lady Simons got out, in her night cap, so neat,
And over the carpet she did brush light;
And there she found Sir Solomon in a heat,
Puffing at the rush light;
The little farthing rush light
[Page 52] But neither of the two
Could blow out the rush light.
Sir Solomon and Lady, their breath quite gone,
[...]g the belt in a rage, determin'd to crush light,
Half a asleep is his shirt, then up came John,
And he puff'd at the rush light,
The little farthing rush light,
But none of the family
Could blow out the rush light.
Cook, Coachmen and maids, very near all in buff,
Come, and swore, in their lives, they never met with such light;
And each of the family by turns had a puff
At the little farthing rush light,
The curst farthing rush light
But all that they could do
Could'nt blow out the rush light.
The watchman at last went by crying—one!
Here, watchman come up, on you we might on worse light;
Then up came the watchman the business it was done,
For he turn'd down the Rush Light.
The little Farthing Rush Light;
So the business it was done,
For he turn'd down the Rush Light.
[Page 53]
SONG.
DEAR Kathleen you no doubt,
Find sleep how very sweet 'tis.
[...]ogs bark, and cocks have crow'd out,
You never dreamt how late 'tis.
This morning gay,
I post away,
To have with you a bit of play,
On two legs rid
Along to bid,
Good-morrow to your night cap.
Last night a little boosy,
With whiskey, ale and cyder,
I ask'd young Berry Blowzy,
To let me sit beside her.
Her anger rose,
And sour as floes,
The little gipsey cock'd her nose
Yet here I've rid
Along to bid
Good-morrow to your night-cap.
"Beneath the honey suckle,
"The daisy and the vi'let
Compose so sweet a truckle,
They'll tempt you sure to spoil it,
Sweet Sall and Bell
I've pleas'd you well—
But hold I must'nt kiss and tell,
So here I've rid
Along to bid
Good-Morrow to your night cap.
[Page 54]
SONG. DESCRIPTION OF A WOMAN,
A WOMAN is like to—but stay—
What a woman is like who can say?
There's no living with or without one—
Love bites like a fly,
Now an ear now an eye—
Buz, buz, always buzzing about one.
When she's tender and kind,
She is like to my mind,
(And Fanny was so, I remember.)
She's like to—Oh dear!
She's as good very near
As a ripe molting peach in September,
If she laugh and she chat,
Play, joke, and all that,
And with smiles and good humour she meets
She's like a rich dish,
Of ven'son and fish,
That cries from the table "come eat me."
But she'll plague you, and vex you,
Distract and perplex you,
False hearted and ranging
Unsettled and changing,
What then do you think she like?
Like a sand? like a [...]
Like a wheel? like a [...]
Aye, like a clock that [...] at strike,
Her head's like the if [...] tell on,
[Page 55] Which nothing but monkies can dwell on;
Her heart's like a lemon so nice,
She carves for each love a slice:
In truth she's to me,
Like to wind, like the sea,
Whose raging will hearken to no man;
Like a mill,
Like a pill,
Like a fla [...]l,
Like a whale,
Like an ass,
Like a glass,
Whose image is constant to no man's
Like a flow'r,
Like a show'r,
Like a fly,
Like a pye,
Like a pea,
Like a flea,
Like a thief,
Like in—brief,
She's like nothing on earth, but a woman:
SONG. DESCRIPTION OF A MAN.
A MAN, he is like to—but stay,
To what he's unlike, who can say
And yet w [...] can scarce do without him;
Love sets in his breast
[Page 56] Like a hen on her nest,
And his chickens are scratching about him.
When he is pleas'd I am squeez'd,
When he's not I am teaz'd,
And I never can tell where to find him;
He is like an old Horse,
Worth but little and cross,
And a woman is foolish to mind him.
If he chance to but smile,
And look pleasant awhile,
And come chattering round like a chicken—
He is like a gay la [...]k,
But a false hearted spark,
And his feathers are scarcely worth picking.
But when he is vext,
Confus'd and perplext,
Deceitful and vicious,
Base, false, and malicious,
He is like—hard to speak myself—
He is like to—alas!
Like a snake in the grafs,
He is then, only then, like himself.
His head's like a butcher's full shop,
Beef, mutton, and pork, or what not;
[...] heart's like a pail of old swil,
[...] the offal contributes to fill:
[...] to a wife,
[...] a case knife,
[Page 57] To cut up my cake or my cheese;
Like a saint when he's civil,
But if not, like the devil;
But will turn to whatever he please:
To a hog, to a dog,
To a hare, to a bear,
Whose cruelty yieldeth to no man;
Like a mouse, like a goose,
Like a mule, like a fool,
Like a lane, like a vane,
Like a leaf. like—in brief,
He's like every thing else, but a Woman:
SONG.
SOME women take delight in dress,
And some in cards [...]ake pleasure,
While others place their happiness
In heaping hoards of treasure,
In priva [...]e some delight to kiss,
Their hidden charms unfolding.
But they mistake [...]heir sov'reign bliss,
There's no such joy as scolding.
Each morn, as I open my eyes,
I soon disperse all silence,
Before my neighhors can arise,
They hear my clack a mile hence.
When at the board I take my s [...]a [...]
There's one continued r [...]o [...];
I cat, I scold, I scold, I cat,
My clack is never quie [...]:
[Page 58]
Let it be flesh, or fowl, or fish,
Though of my own providing,
I stilsl find fault with every dish,
Still every servant chiding;
Too fat, too lean, too salt, too fresh,
I never can be suited,
But give a blast at every dish,
Bak'd, roasted, boil'd or stewed.
Every night when I go to bed,
I surely fall a weeping,
For silence is the thing I dread,
I cannot scold when sleeping,
But then my pains to mitigate,
And drive away all sorrow,
Although to night may be too late,
I'll pay them off to-morrow.
SONG.
HOW imperfect is expression,
Some emotions to impart,
When we mean a soft confession,
And yet seek to hide the heart.
When our bosoms all complying,
With enruptur'd tumults swell,
And beat, what broken, falt'ring, dying
Language would, but cannot tell,
Deep confusion, rosy terror,
Quite expressive, paints my cheek;
Ask no more, behold your error,
Blushes eloquently speak;
[Page 59] What tho' silent is my anguish,
Or breadth'd only to the air:
[...]ark my eyes, and as they languish,
Read what your's have writ [...]en there,
O that you could once deceive me!
Once my soul's strong feelings view!
Love has naught more fond, believe me,
Friendship nothing half so true,
From you, I am wild, despairing:
With you, speechless, as I [...]ouch,
This is all that bears declaring,
And perhaps, declares too much.
SONG.
FOR various purposes serves the fan,
As thus a decent blind,
Between the sticks to peep at man,
Nor yet betray our mind.
Each action has a meaning plain,
Resentment's in the snap:
A flirt expresses strong d [...]sdain,
Consent a gentle tap.
All passions will the fan disclose,
All modes of female art.
And to advantage sweetly shews
The hand if not the heart,
'Tis folly's sceptre, first design'd
By love's capricious boy,
Who knows how lightly all mankind,
Are govern'd by a toy.
[Page 60]
SONG.
JOLLY mortals fill your glasses,
Noble deeds are done by wine;
Scorn the nymph and all their graces,
Who'd for love or beauty pine?
Look within the bowl that's slowing,
And a thousand charms you'll find.
More than Phillis has, tho' going
In a moment to be kind.
Alexander hated thinking,
Drank about at council board;
He subdu'd the world by drinking
More than by his conqu'ring sword.
SONG.
FROM night till morn I take my gla [...]
In hopes to forget my Chloe;
But as I take the pleasing draught,
She's ne'er the less before me,
Ah! no, no, no, wine cannot cure
The pain I endure for my Chloe.
To wine I flew to ease the pain
Her beauteou [...] charms created;
But wine more firmly bound the chain,
And love would not be cheated.
Ah, no, &c.
[Page 61]
SONG.
HARK! Echo! sweet Echo repeats the loud strain,
The shouting and hooting of chaste Dian's train;
Aurora smiles sweetly and comes on apace,
The hounds and the horn call us forth to the chace.
Blind Cupid is banish'd from these happy fields,
His quiver to Dian the wanton now yields;
She blunts all his arrows, his power destroys,
While the virgins all follow her innocent joys.
SONG.
LET a set of sober asses
Rail against the joys of drinking,
While water, tea,
And milk agree
To set cold brains a thinking.
Power and wealth,
Beauty, health,
Wit and mirth in wine are crown'd,
Joys abound,
Pleasure's found,
Only where the glass goes round.
The ancient sects on happiness
All differ'd in opinion;
But wiser rules
Of modern schools
In wine fix her dominion.
Power and wealth, &c.
[Page 62]
Wine gives the lover vigor,
Makes glow the cheek of beauty;
Makes poets write,
And soldiers fight,
And friendship do its duty.
Power and wealth, &c.
Wine was the only Helicon
Whence poets are long liv'd so;
'Twas no other main
Than brisk champaign,
Whence Venus was derived too.
Power and wealth, &c.
When Heaven in Pandara's box
All kind of ill had sent us,
In a merry mood
A bottle of good
Was cork'd up to content us.
Power and wealth, &c.
All virtues wine is nurse to,
Of every vice destroyer;
Gives dullards wit,
Makes just the cit,
Truth forces from the lawyer,
Power and wealth, &c.
Wine jest our joys a flowing,
Our care and sorrow drowning,
Who rails at the bowl,
Is a Turk in's soul,
And a christian ne'er should own him,
Power and wealth, &c.
[Page 63]
SONG.
A SAILOR's life, a life of woe,
He works now late, now early;
[...]ow up and down, now to and fro,
What then? he takes it cheerly.
Bless'd with a smiling can of grog,
If duty call,
Stand, rise or fall,
To fate's last verge he'll jog;
The cadge to weigh,
The sheets belay.
He does it with a wish;
To heave the led,
Or to cat head
The pond'rous anchor-fish.
For while the grog goes round,
All sense of danger's drown'd,
We despise i [...] to a man:
We sing a little, and laugh a little,
And work a little, and swear a little,
And fiddle a little, and foot it a little,
And swig the flowing can.
If howling winds and roaring seas,
Give proof of coming danger,
We view the storm, our hearts at ease,
For Jack's to fear a stranger,
Bless'd with the smiling grog we fly
Where now below
We headlong go,
Now rise on mountains high;
[Page 64] Spite of the gale,
We hand the sail,
Or take the needful reef;
Or man the deck.
Or clear some wreck,
To give the ship relief:
Though perils threat around,
All sense of danger drown'd,
We despise it to a man;
We sing a little, &c.
But yet think not our case is hard,
Though storms at sea thus treat us!
For coming home, (a sweet reward!)
With smiles our sweethearts greet us.
Now too the friendly grog we quass
Our am'rous toast,
Her we love most,
And gaily sing and laugh;
The sails we furl,
The for each girl,
The petticoat display;
The deck we clear,
Then three times cheer,
As we their charms survey;
And then the grog goes round,
All sense of danger drown'd,
We despise it to a man.
We sing a little, &c.
[Page 65]
SONG.
ATTENTION pray give, while of Hobbies I sing;
[...] each has his hobby from cobler to king:
[...] some fav'rite hobby we all get a stride,
[...] when we'er once mounted full gallop we ride.
All on hobbies, all on hobbies, all on hobbies,
Gee up, gee O.
Some hobbies are restive and hard for to govern.
[...]en just like our wives, they're so cursedly stubborn;
[...]he hobbies of scolds are their husbands to teaze.
[...]nd the hobbies of Lawyers are plenty of fees,
All on hobbies, &c.
The beaux, those, sweet gentlmen's hobbies, good lack!
[...] to wear great large poultices ty'd round the neck;
[...]nd they think in the ton and the tippey they're drest,
[...] they've breeches that reach from the ancles to chest.
All on hobbies, &c.
The hobbies of sailors when safe moor'd in port.
With their wives and their sweet hearts to toy and to sport,
[Page 66] W [...] our [...]vy's comple [...] [...]eir hobby [...] be
To shew the whole world that America's free.
All on hobbies, &c.
The hobbies of soldiers, in time of great wa [...]
Are breaches and battles, with blood wounds [...] sears;
But in peace you'll observe that quite diff'rent [...] trade is—
The hobbies of soldiers in peace, are the ladi [...]
All on hobbies, &c.
The Ladies, sweet creatures, yes, they no and then
Get astride of their hobbies, ay, just like [...] men;
With smiles and with simpers beguile us with eas [...]
And we gallop, trot, amble, e'en just as the please.
All on hobbies, &c.
The American's hobby has long since be [...] known;
No tyrant or king shall from them have a throne
Their States are united, and let it be said
Their hobby is WASHINGTON, Peace, an [...] Free Trade.
All on hobbies, &c.
[Page 67]
SONG.
WHEN fortune doth frown,
I'lt ne'er be cast down,
Repining wont alter my store:
For a good state of health
Is better than wealth:
And I'll be merry although I am poor.
The soldier delights
In blood, wars and sights,
The sailor too sails the seas o'er;
But this mind I am in,
I'll keep a full skin;
And I'll be merry although I am poor.
When the sailors drink wine,
Their lovers repine;
The miser is fond of his store;
Give the glutton his dish,
And I what I wish,
And I'll be merry although I am poor.
Let statesmen debate
On the affa [...]rs of the State;
Let moralists frown and look sour;
Let the world go as 'twill,
I'll drink to my fill;
And I'll be merry although I am poor.
Wine will discord assuage,
Enliven old age,
Make cheerful and gay at four score:
[Page 68] Give me a full glass,
A complying sweet lass,
And I'll be merry although I am poor.
Ye benevolent souls,
With full flowing bowls,
Who cheerfully add to the store;
Give me but one quart,
Just to comfort my heart,
And I'll be merry although I am poor,
And ye drunken sots,
Who call for your pots,
And ever are calling for more;
Only just let me drink,
And I'll make you all think,
That I'll be merry although I am poor,
Wine will its vot'ries save
From death and the grave;
When tipsy we fear death no more;
With a full glass in hand,
Firm as Atlas I'll stand;
And I'll be merry although I am poor.
SONG.
YE fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm,
To captivate the will;
Whose smiles can rage inself disarm,
Whose frowns at once can kill,
Say. Will you deign the verse to hear,
Where flat [...]'ry bears no part;
[Page 69] An honest verse, that flows sincere,
And candid from the heart?
Great is your power; but, greater yet
Mankind it might engage:
If, as ye all can make a net,
Ye all could make a cage,
Each nymph a thousand hearts may take;
For who's to beauty blind?
But to what end a prisoner make,
Unless you've streng [...]h to bind!
Attend the council often told,
Too often told in vain,
Learn that best art, the art to hold,
And lock the lover's chain.
Gamesters to little purpose win,
Who lose again as fast:
Tho' beauty may the charm begin,
'Tis sweetness makes it last.
SONG.
'TWAS near a thicket's calm retreat,
Under a poplar tree,
Maria chose her wretched seat,
To mourn her sorrows free;
Her lovely form was sweet to view,
As dawn at opening day,
But ah, she mourn'd, her love not true,
A [...] [...]wept her care [...] away.
[Page 70]
The brook slowed gently at her feet,
In murmurs smooth along;
Her pipe, which once she tun'd most sweet,
Had now forgot its song.
No more to charm the vale she tries;
For grief has fill'd her breast;
Those joys which once she us'd to prize—
But love has robb'd her rest.
Poor hapless maid! who can behold
Thy sorrows so severe,
And hear thy love-lorn story told,
Without a falling tear:
Maria, luckless maid! adieu,
Thy sorrows soon must cease,
For Heaven will take a maid so true
To everlasting peace.
A much admired SONG.
A PLAGUE of those musty old lubbers,
Who tell us to fast and to think,
And patient fall in with life's rubbers,
With nothing but water to drink:
A cann of good stuff had they twigg'd it.
Would have set them for pleasure agog.
And spite of the rules.
The rules of the schools,
The old fools would have all of 'em swigg'd it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
My father, when last I from Guinea
Return'd with abundance of wealth
[Page 71] Cried—Jack, never be such a ninny
To drink—Says I—here's father, your health.
[...]o l pass'd round the stuff—soon he twigg'd it,
And it set the old codger agog,
And he swigg'd. and mother swigg'd,
And sister swigg'd and brother swigg'd,
And I swigg'd, and all of us swigg'd it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
One day, when the Chaplain was preaching,
Behind him I curiously slunk,
And, while he our duty was teaching
And how we should never get drunk,
I tip'd him the stuff, and he twigg'd it,
Which soon set his rev'rence agog.
And he swigg [...]d, and Nick swigg'd,
And Ben swigg'd, and Dick swigg'd,
And I swigg'd, and all of us swigg'd it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
Then trust me there's nothing like drinking
So pleasant on this side the grave;
It keeps the unhappy from thinking,
And makes e'en more valient the brave,
For me, from the moment I twigg'd it,
The good stuff has so set me agog,
Sick or well, late or early,
Wind foully or fairly,
I've constantly swigg'd it,
And dam'me there's nothing like grog.
[Page 72]
SONG.
RETURNING home, across the plain,
From market, t'other day.
A sudden storm of wind and rain
O'er took me by the way:
With speed I tript it o'er ground,
To find some kinder spot,
And from the st [...]rm a shelter found,
In Lubin's rural cot.
This swain had long possess'd a flame,
But modestly conceal'd;
Nor 'till those fav'ring moments came,
His passion e'er reveal'd:
Will you consent, sweet maid, cried he,
To share my humble lot;
Return, my love, and mistress be,
Of Lubin's rural cot.
He spoke so fair it pleas'd my mind,
I blushing, answer'd yes;
He swore he would be true and kind,
And seal'd it with a kiss:
Next day the wedding ring was bought,
I all my fears forgot;
And blest the d [...]y I shel [...]er sought,
In Lubin's rural cot.
[Page 73]
FAIR KATE OF PORTSMOUTH.
FAIR Kate of Portsmouth lov'd a tar,
Ben Surf as kind a soul
[...]s ever brav'd the hottest war,
Or slung the flowing bowl,
[...]et, oft he'd heave a sigh, since fate,
[...]ad borne him far from lovely Kate.
For Ben in vain had often strove,
(Would parents but agree)
To wed fair Kate, his only love,
'Ere that he went to sea:
But, ah! in vain, fond hope was o'er,
[...]e sigh'd, then left his native shore.
[...]ne night as the mid-watch he kept.
A loose to love he gave,
[...]or while his ship-mates careless slept,
Plung'd in a war'ry grave—
The conflict's o'er, sweet Kate' he cried,
Then sunk in peace, alas! and dy'd.
Thus, hope is like the summer gale,
That's transient as the wind,
Which reefs too soon soft pleasure's sail,
'Ere the wish'd port we find:
The tidings to fair Kate was brought,
Whose bosom was with anquish fraught,
And is my love no more?' she cried,
'Then peace adieu farewell,
This heart to his was e'er allied,
And still it shall be true—
[Page 74] I feel my spirits wing its flight—'
She spoke and sunk in endless night.
THE CAPTURED CREW.
NIGHT scarce her mantle had withdrew
And flowly usher'd in the morn,
When bearing down, we 'spied in view,
The savage foe not far astern:
The stoutest trembled—small our crew,
The victims of superior power:
Yet courage bade the drooping few
Wait calmly for the fatal hour.
Bold they approach'd—a council's held,
Our men, with voice united, cry,
Rather than basely degn to yield,
'They'd meet their fate and boldly die:
The fight now rag'd—from side to side
The thund 'rings cannons dreadful sound;
With purple stain the deck was dy'd,
Which issu'd from each gaping wound.
Such havoc now stern death has made,
Vain our resistance—nought could shield
Wounds and fatigue on valor prey'd,
And wi [...]h reluctance did we yield;
But scarce our batter'd hull we quit,
Scarce from the sturdy wreck retire,
Ere up she blew, sham'd to be bea [...],
Shrouding her form in sheets of fire.
[Page 75]
SONG.
THIS world is a stage,
On which mankind engage:
And each acts his part in a throng;
But all is confusion
Mere folly's delusion,
And nothing on earth but a song.
The parson so grave,
Says your souls he can save,
And teach the right way from the wrong,
After piously teaching,
And long winded preaching,
He fobs off his flock with a Song.
The Lawyer he scribbles
In qui [...]ks and in quibbles,
And moves his melifferous tongue;
'Twixt demur and vacation,
He'll raise expectation,
And sink your esta [...]e to a song.
The Doctor he fills
You with bol [...]s and pills,
In assurance that you shall live long:
But, believe me, 'tis true,
He's guineas in view,
And his recipts are naught but a Song.
The Surgeon so bold,
His lancet doth bold,
And fl [...]shes your bodies along;
Small wounds he enlarges.
[Page 76] To fill up his charges,
His art like the rest, is a song.
The Merchant is bent
On his fifty per cent,
To whom Ledger and Jouanal belong;
'Compt [...] current in trading
And long bills of lading;
His balance will end in a song.
The Printer descerning
'Twixt ignorance and learning,
The diff [...]rence that truly belongs;
Yet sure, it is said,
That his logical head,
Is turn'd by a statesman or Song.
The School master rages,
For want of more wages,
And hurries his schollars along;
He teaches them morals,
And whips those that quarrels,
And silence all day is his Song.
The Farmer he brags
Of what crops he shall have.
Provided the season holds long;
But if drought comes on,
His hopes are all gone,
And his crops may be bought for a Song.
The soldier he prattles
Of sieges and battles,
And actions he ne'er was among;
[Page 77] His preferment and merit,
Are like to his spirit,
And nothing on earth but a Song.
With powder and lace,
And a feminine face,
The fop he goes strutting along;
Just arriv'd from his travels,
Yet nothing unravels,
But just like a dance or a Song.
The surly old prude,
Complains you are rude,
Tho' for bliss she so secretly longs;
But t [...]ke her aside,
And you'll manage her pride,
And her virtue bring down to a Song.
The silly Coquette,
Is all in a fret,
In the morning her toilet goes wrong;
All day long she passes,
Consulting her glasses,
And at night dies away like a Song.
I've often been told,
The women will scold,
Their good-natur'd husbands among;
They'll work, and they'll fret,
And they'll scold, and they'll sweat
And at night die away like a song.
Then let us be jolly,
Drive hence melancholy,
While we are good fellows among;
[Page 78] Let's fill up our glasses,
Take life as i [...] passes,
And each merry soul sing a Song.
SONG.
DISTRESS me with those tears no more;
One kiss my love, and then adieu;
The last boat destin'd for the shore
Waits, de [...]rest girl, alone for you.
Soon, soon, before the light winds borne,
Shall I be sever'd from your sight;
You, left the lonely hours to mourn,
And weep through many a stormy night.
When far along the restless deep,
In trim array the ship shall steer;
Your form remembrance still shall keep;
Your worth, affection still revere:
And with the distance from your eyes,
My love for you shall be increas'd,
As to the pole the needle lies,
And, farthest off, still varies least.
While round the bowl the cheerful crew
Shall sing of triumphs on the main,
My thought shall fondly turn to you,
Of you alone shall be my strain:
And we've bow'd the leaguing foe,
Revengeful of my country's wrong,
Returning home my heart shall shew,
No fiction grac'd my artless song.
[Page 79]
SONG.
THO' prudence may press me,
And duty distress me,
[...]gainst inclination, ah! what can they do?
No longer a rover,
His follies are over,
My heart, my fond heart says, my Henry is true.
The bee thus as changing,
From sweet to sweet ranging,
[...] rose should he light on [...] ne'er wishes to stray;
With raptures possessing,
In one ev'ry blessing,
[...]ill torn from her bosom he flies far away,
SONG,
HOW happy the woman, whose charms
Gain sweet-hearts stuck all in a row
That if one should desert from her arms,
She still has two strings to her bow.
Should Thomas prove false—could he rob
My heart of its quiet? Oh no—
For if Thomas is gone there is Bob:
I still have two strings to my bow.
Then 'tis not so common a thing
Can vex me, I'd have you to know!
Since I have two beaux to my string,
As well as two strings to my how.
[Page 80]
SONG.
THE bright God of day, drew westwar [...] away,
And the evening was charming and clear:
The swallow remains, nimbly sailing o'er th [...] plains,
And the shadows like giants appear.
In a gay summer bower, when the violet's i [...] the flower,
And zephyrs breathe ad [...] around,
Lov'd Cella she sat playing on her spinnet,
And she charm'd all the grove with the sound
The gay God of love flew over the grove,
By zephyrs conducted along,
As she touch'd on the string, he beat time wil [...] his wing,
And the echo repeated the song.
Rosy bowers, she sung, while the harmony rung
And the birds they all flutt'ring arrive:
Th' industrious bees, from the flowers on the trees,
G [...]ntly humm [...]d, with their sweets, to the hive.
Ye mortals beware how ye venture too [...]ear,
Love doubly is armed to wound,
Your fate you may shun, but you're surely und [...]e.
If you rashly approach near the sound,
[Page 81]
SONG.
A BEAUTIOUS Sterling la te I saw,
On lovely Sylvia's hand;
To check its flight, around its leg,
She ties a silken band.
In vain it flut [...]ers to be gone:
Confinement is its lot:
In vain it strives to break the band,
But can't untie the knot.
"Cease, cease, she cri'd, here you shall feed
"And in my bosom rest,"
No bird that ever wing'd the air,
Was half so much carest.
"If from my hand you should escape,
"You may perchance be shot:
"Then cease to peck 'tis all in vain;
"You can't untie the knot."
The bird contented grows at length,
While Sylvia strokes his plumes,
Erects his little crest, and soon,
His former note resumes.
From what he'd heard the fair one say,
These words by rote he got,
And oft repeated, every day,
You can't untie the knot.
One evening youthful Daman [...]at,
With his Sylvia by his side,
[Page 82] Reward my love, at last, said he,
To-morrow be my BRIDE.
Her blushes in his favor rose,
Yet she consented not;
For ere she spoke the Sterling cri'd,
You cant't untie the knot.
SONG.
TRUST not man for he'll deceive you
Treach'ry is his sole intent;
For he'll court you, then he'll leave you,
Poor, deluded! to lament.
Form'd by nature to undo us,
They escape our utmost heed;
Oh! how bumble when they woo us,
But how proud, when they succeed.
So the Bird when once deluded,
By the fowler's artful snare:
Pines ont life, in cage secluded;
Fair ones, while you're young, beware!
SONG. PARODY ON THE ABOVE.
TRUST not Woman, she'll beguile y [...]
All her smiles are form'd by art:
First she'll flatter then exile you,
Sighing with a broken heart!
[Page 83]
Form'd by nature to pursue us,
They outstrip the fleetest men;—
Ah! how sweet they bill and coo us,
But how proud they triumph then!
So the FISH the bait admiring,
On the d [...]gler's fatal snare,
Gasps our life, in pangs expiring!
LOVERS, of the book beware!
SONG.
OH, Cupid forever,
I fear not thy quiver,
Nor do I regard thy brave bow;
Thine arrows can't hit me,
Nor women our wit me,
I'm free from all sorrow and woe,
I'm free from, &c.
It's true my sweet Nancy,
A while pleas'd my fancy;
But yet, she will cruelly frown,
If they'll not use freedom,
Then quickly I'll leave them,
I'll leave them to l [...]ngu [...]sh alone.
I'll leave them, &c.
Had Nancy prov'd l [...]yal,
I should have had trial.
Of no other girl in my life;
I often times told her.
Which made her the bolder,
[Page 84] I purpos'd to make her my wife,
I purpos'd, &c.
But she being wanton,
Must needs go a ran [...]ng,
So easily hush'd by heart's flame;
Yet bent on her pleasure,
I left a fair treasure,
I left her to folly and shame,
I left, &c.
That soft tender passion,
So much in the fashion,
Excited my wantoner's art—
Allurements of women,
So soft and so winning,
Yet never could conquer my heart,
Yet never, &c.
SONG.
HER mouth with a smile,
Devoid of all guile,
Half open to view;
Is the hud of the rose,
In the morning that blows,
Imperl'd with the dew.
More fragrant her breath
Than the flow'r scented heath,
At the dawning of day:
The hawthorn in bloom,
The lily's perfume,
Or the blossoms of May.
[Page 85]
I NEVER WILL BE MARRIED.
WHEN I had scarcely told sixteen,
My flatt'ring tell tale g [...]ass,
Told me there seldom could be seen
A b [...]ither bonnier lass;
Full twen [...]y lovers round me bow'd,
But high my head I carrcire;ed,
And with a scornful air I vow'd
I never would be married.
Young Harry warmly urg'd his suit,
And ta [...]k'd of wealth in store;
While Jenmy thought to strike me m [...]t [...],
And [...]old his conquests o'er:
Each youth a diff' [...]rent art essay'd,
And still their arts I parried;
Believe me, Si [...]s, I laughing said,
I never will be married.
Then five revolving summers past,
White I the tyrant play'd;
Ah! then I fear'd 'twould be at last,
My fate to die a maid;
Of all the lovers in my train,
There was but one that tarried,
Thought 'twas time to change my strain,
And we this morn were married.
[Page 86]
POOR TOM, OR THE SAILOR's EPITAPH.
HERE a sheer hulk, lies Poor Tom Bowl [...]
The darling of our crew,
No more he'll hear the tempest howling,
For death has broach'd him too.
His form was of he manifest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful below he did his duty,
And now he's gone aloft.
Tom never from his word departed,
His virtues were so rare.
His friends were many, and true hearted,
His Poll was kind and fa [...]r:
And then he'd sing so b [...]ithe and jolly,
And many's the time and [...]f [...]!
But mirth is turn'd to melancholy,
For Tom is gone aloft.
Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather,
When he who all commands,
Shall give, to call life's crew together,
The word to pipe all hands,
Thus death who kings and [...]ars dispatches,
In vain Tom's life has [...]ff'd,
For tho' his body's under hatches,
His soul is gone aloft.
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SONG.
WELCOME, welcome, brother debtor,
To this poor but merry place,
Where no bailiff, dun, or se [...]er,
Da [...]e [...]o shew hia frightful face,
But kind Sir, as you're a stranger,
Down your garnish you must lay,
Or your coat will be in danger:
You must either strip or pay.
Ne'er repine at your confinement
From your children or your wife:
Wisdom lies in true refinemet,
Through the various scenes of life.
Scorn to shew the least resentment.
Though beneath the frowns of fate:
Knaver and beggars find contentment.
Foa [...]s and cares attend the great.
Though our creditor are spiteful;
And restraint our bodies here,
Use will make a goal delightful,
Since there's nothing else to fear.
Every island's but a prison,
Strongly guarded by the sea:
Kings and princes, for that reason,
Pris'ners are as well as we.
What was it made great Alexander.
Weep at his unfriendly fate?
'Twas because he could not warder
Beyond the world's strong prison gate.
[Page 88] The world itself is strongly bounded
By the heav'ns and stars above:
Why should we then be confounded,
Since there's nothing free but love?
SONG.
SWEET Nightingale, best poet of the grove
The plaintive strain can ne'er belong to thee,
Bless'd with the full possession of thy love,
O, lend that strain sweet Nightingale to me.
'Tis mine alas, to mourn my wretched fate,
I love a maid, who all my bosom charms;
Yet spend my days without this lovely mate,
Inhuman fortune keeps her from my arms.
You happy birds by nature's simple laws,
Lead your soft lives sustain'd by natu [...]e's care,
You dwell where'er your roving fancy d [...]aws,
Your lovely songs enliven all the air.—
But we vain slaves of int'rest and of pride,
Dare not be blest lest envious tongues should blame,
Hence, tis in vain, I languish for my bride,
Come mourn with me sweet birds, my helpless flame.
BETSEY BLOSSOM.
No more I'll court the town bred fair,
Who shines in artificial beauty;
[Page 89] Her native charms without compare,
Claim all my love respect and duty.
Oh! my bonny, bonny Bet, sweet Blossom,
Was I a king so proud to wear thee,
From off the verdant couch I'd bear thee,
To grace thy faithful lover's bosom.
Yet ask me where those beauties lie,
I cannot say in smile or dimple;
[...]n blooming cheek or radient eye,
'Tis happy nature wild and simple.
Oh! my bonny Bet &c.
Let dainty beaux for ladies pine,
And sigh in numbers trite and common:
Ye gods! one darling wish be mine,
And all I ask is lovely woman.
Oh! my bonny Bet. &c.
Come dearest girl, the rosy bowl,
Like thy bright eye, with pleasure dancing;
My heaven art thou, so take my soul,
With rapture ev'ry sense entrancing,
Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.
ON BRANDY AND BEER.
When one's drunk not a girl but looks pretty,
The country's as gay as the city;
And all that one says is so witty.
A blessing on brandy and beer,
Bring the cup,
Fill it up,
Take a sup,
Take a sup,
[Page 90] And let not a flnicher come near,
And let not a flincher come near,
Oh give me but plenty of liquor,
I'd laugh at the 'squire and he vicar,
And if I'd a wife, why I'd kick her,
If e'er she pretended to sneer.
Bring the cup, &c.
Though I know it's a heavy disaster,
Yet I mind not the rage of my master,
He bullies, and I d [...]ink the faster,
A blessing on brandy and beer.
Bring the cup, &c.
When a cherry chee'k maid I've an eye on,
I do many things she cries, fie on;
Egod, I'm as bo [...]d as a lion,
A blessing on brandy and beer.
Bring the cup, &c.
POT OF BROWN ALE.
Roving about, good fellows to meet,
I met with a man upon Sal'sbury dale:
I saw by his fa [...]e that he was in good case
To go and shake hands with a pot of good ale
The beggar who begs with at any legs,
And his not a rag to cover h [...] [...],
Is as happy in rags a the miser with bags.
If once she shakes hands with a pos of good ale.
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The old parish vicar, when he's in his liquor,
Does m [...]rrily a [...] his parishioners [...]ail
"Come pay all your ty [...]s, or I'll kiss all your wives,"
When once she shakes hands with a pot good ale.
The old parish clerk, his eyes are so dark,
He cannot well read the print is so small:
But he'll see every letter, and sing the psalms better,
If once he shakes hands with a pot of good ale.
The farmer who hedges and dirch [...]s all day.
And w [...]aries himself out a [...] the [...]lough tale,
He'll talk of great things, about pri [...]ces & kings,
When once he s [...]s down to a pot of good ale.
If, in drinking about, we chance to fell out,
Or an [...] thing else doth our senses assul:
If word come to blows, or a sharp bloody nose.
We'll drink and shake hands with a pot of good ale.
BRIGHT PHOEBUS.
BRIGHT Phoebus has mounted the chariot o [...] day.
And the ho [...]ns and the hounds call each sportsman away;
Thro' woods and thro' meadows, with speed now they bound,
While health, rosy health, is in exercise found;
Hark away! Hark away! Hark away [...]th.
[Page 92] word to the sound of the horn,
And echo, blithe echo. makes jovial the morn.
Each hill and each valley is lovely to view,
While Puss flies the covert, and dogs quick pursue.
Behold where she flies [...]'er the wide spreading plain!
While the loud op'ning pack pursue her amain.
Hark away, &c.
At length puss is caught, and lies panting for breath,
And the shout of the huntsman's the signal of death.
No joys can delight like sports of the field;
To hunting all pastpines and pleasures must yield.
Hark away, &c.
SONG.
YE Youths, wheresoever ye wander so free,
I pray give attention and listen to me,
For truly my case is dist [...]essing and hard,
[...]f none of your sex will my counsel regard;
If you wish for a wife,
To be happy for life,
Here's one that will sell you a heart for a heart;
Come, come prithee buy,
Or else I shall die.
O pity a maiden, and pr [...]y take her part,
Ah do—ah do—
O pity a maiden, and pray take her part.
[...]ull seventeen summers have now roll'd along,
[Page 93] And still I'm unmarried a little too long!
But, since I have waited the time I have said,
I'll tell you the husband I now wish to wed;
Good sense I must find,
In the youth to my mind,
Not a fop or a coxcomb can e'er touch my heart;
No, no—he must be
Good temper'd and free—
O, p [...]y a maid [...]n pray take her part.
Ah do, &c.
Should you turn in your minds now a virgin's advice,
I charge you, ye batchelors, don't be too [...]ice;
Tho' for virtue and so forth I may stard the test,
O, you'll find me no more than a woman at best!
Indeed it is true,
So mind what you do,
'Ere you dare for the temple of Hymen to start,
But should you incline,
Hand a [...] heart to entwine,
O pity a maiden [...] take her part.
Ah d [...], [...]
THE [...]KEPAID.
CHLOE [...] [...]orrow'd kiss,
[...] [...]ute undone;
'Twa [...] [...] [...]raugh [...] with briss,
T [...] [...] not pay that one.
[...] [...]hould break your heart,
[...] [...]hloe, smiling cries,
[...] [...]sa [...]d in part,
[...] cresent shall suffice.
[Page 94]
THE GIRL IS BEWITCHED.
SUCH a Tom-boy before I had enter'd my teens.
In spite of my granny was I,
From my sempler, and d [...]ll, and such babyish scenes,
For a good game at romps I would fly;
Though she dodg'd me, and watch'd me, defy'd and besought,
To quiet my rogue of a heart,
My legs were too light for my grandmother's thoughts,
When my youth was a match for her art—
When she found her experience was thus overreach'd,
She'd exclaim in a rage, sure the girl is bewitch'd.
She lectur'd me next when my frock said aside,
And bid me beware of the men,
But such lectures she knew I could never abide,
So I [...]old her again and again:
Nay, oft in the midst, I' [...] [...]eak from her and laugh,
At such prudish dull [...] and stuff;
She always for me was [...] half,
So I'd leave her alone [...]
When she found that to [...] [...]ain she preach'd,
She'd exclaim, in a rage, [...] bewitch'd.
'Till I met with a lad whose face an [...] [...]
[Page 95] With a thousand nice pleasantries mov'd;
Who told a long tale, I scarce knew about what,
Except 'twas [...]o say that he lov'd;
Nor even from him no long speeches I'd hear,
Though I lov'd him as dear as my life;
Now we ro [...]p, dance and frolic each day of the year,
He's as mad and as gay as his wife!
Now my granny may frown, since in vain she has preach'd,
And the world if it pleases, may thing us bewitch'd.
THE NEGLECTED FAIR.
OF Columbias boast the praise be mine;
What's that but American beauty?
With rapture I'd invoke the nine,
Ye men, learn hence your duty:
The sex were blessings all design'd,
With rapture hen enjoy them;
Nor so debase a female mind,
To conquer the [...] destroy hem;
Then, O protect Columbia's fair,
Be mindful of your duty;
May vengeance ne'er the villain spare,
A foe to love and beauty.
That tender form you first seduced,
Why is it now neglected?
Behold her sad, my grief reduc'd,
Pale, meagre, and d [...]jected!
Behold her begging with a sigh,
Behold her disregarded!
[Page 96] Then view the anguish in her eye!
And say, is love rewarded?
Then, O protect, &c.
Each female heart is free from guile,
'Till crafty men infect it;
With artful tale, or magic wile,
He wins and then neglects it:
Her pining soul fi [...]ds no relief.
Sad tears flow fast and melt her;
Her o'er fraught bosom boasts with grief,
And in the grave finds shelter!
Then, O protect, &c.
When fortune frowns and friends forsake,
Still lovely woman cheers us;
Our grief or raptures they partake,
D [...]stresses but endear us:
While man's professions all will fly,
Nor dying will abet you,
But meet your corpse as passing by,
And with a sigh forget you.
Then O protect, &c.
While round your bed the mourning fair
Hangs like a drooping willow,
Each p [...]ng or sigh stili anxious share,
Nor leave your woe worn pillow!—
Then charge your glasses to the fair,
May beauty ne'e [...] be slighted—
That source of [...]liss, by whom we are
Conceiv'd b [...]ought forth d [...]lighted.
Then, O protect, &c.
[Page 97]
POOR JACK.
GO, patter to lubbers and swabs, d'ye see,
'Bout danger, and fear, and the like;
[...] tight water boat, and good sea room give me,
And t'ent to a little I'll strike.
Though the tempest top gallant masts smack smooth should smite,
And shiver each splinter of wood,
Clear the wreck, stow the yards, and bowse every thing right,
And under reef'd foresail we'll s [...]ud.
Avast, nor don't thi [...]k me a milk fop so soft,
To be taken for trifles aback;
For they say there's a providence sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
Why, I heard our good chaplain palaver one day,
About souls, heaven, mercy and such;
And, my timbers, what lingo he'd coil and delay!
Why, 'twas just all as one as High Dutch.
But he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see,
Without orders that comes down below,
And many fine things that prov'd clearly to me
That providence takes us in tow.
For says he, do you mind me, let storms e'er so oft
Take the top sails of sailors aback:
There's a sweet little cherub that fits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
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I said to our Poll, (for, d'ye see, she would
When last we weigh'd anchor for sea,
What argufies sniv'ling, and piping your [...]
Why, what a damn'd fool you must be!
Can't you see the world's wide, and there's [...] for us all,
Both for seamen and lubbers ashore;
And if to Old Davy I should go, friend Poll
Why you never will hear of me more.
What the? all's a hazard— [...]om [...] [...] be so s [...]
Perhaps I may laughing come back?
For dye see, there's a [...]cherub s [...] smiling aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch
All as one as a piece of his ship;
And with her brave the world, without off' [...] to flinch,
From the moment the anchor's a trip.
As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides [...] ends,
Nought's a trouble my duty elates;
For my heart is my Poll [...]s, and my rino,s [...] friends;
And, as for my life, 'tis the State's.
E'en when my time comes, ne,er believe me [...]
As with grief to be taken aback;
That same little cherub that sits up aloft,
Will look out a good birth for poor Jack.
[Page 99]
SONG.
THAT once was a ploughman, a sailor am now,
No lark that's aloft in the sky,
Ever flu [...]tered its wings to give speed to the plough,
Was so gay and so careless as I,
But my friend was a Carsindo on beard a king's ship,
And he axed me to go to sea for a trip;
And he talk'd of such things,
As if sailors were kings:
And so teazing did keep,
That I left my poor plough to go plough in the deep;
Where so sweetly the horn,
Call'd me up in the morn,
Ere I trusted to the Carfindo or the inconstant wind.
That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.
When so sweetly the horn, &c.
I did'nt much like to be on board a ship,
When in danger there's no door to creep out;
I lik'd the jolly tars, I lik'd bumbo and slip,
But I di [...]'t like rocking about.
By and by came a hurricane, I did [...]'t like that,
Next a battle that many a sailor la [...]d flat;
Ah! Why did I roam,
When so happy at home?
I could sow, and could reap,
Ere I left my poor plough, to ploughing the deep,
Where so sweetly the born, &c.
[Page 100]
At length safe I landed, and in whole skin,
Nor did I make any long stay,
Ere I found by a friend who I ax'd for my kin,
Father dead, and my wife run away,
Ah! who but thyself, cry'd I, hast thou to blame,
Wives loosing their husbands oft loose a good name.
Ah! Why I roam,
When so happy at home?
I could sow, and could reap,
Ere I left my poor plough, and went ploughing the deep.
Where so sweetly the horn, &c.
Why if that be the case said this very same friend,
And you be'nt no more minded to roam;
Gi's a shake by your fist, all your care's at an end,
Dad's alive and your wife's safe at home:
Stark stairing with joy, I leap'd out my skin,
Buss'd my Wife, Mother, Sister, and all of my kin;
Ah! cri'd I, let them roam,
Who want a good home;
I am well, so I'll keep,
Nor again leave my plough, to go ploughthe deep:
Once more shall the horn, call me np in the morn, &c.
[Page 101]
SONG.
BEHOLD this fair goblet—'twas carv'd from the tree,
[...]hich, oh! my sweet Shakespeare, was planted by thee:
[...]relick I kiss it, and how at thy shrine,
[...]hat comes from thy hand must be ever divine,
All shall yield to the mulberry tree:
Bend to thee,
Bless'd mulberry!
Matchless was he
That planted thee,
And thou like him immortal shall be.
[...]e trees of the forest, so rampart and high,
[...]ho spread round your branches, whose heads sweep the sky;
[...]e curious exotics, whom taste has brought here,
[...]o root out the nativ [...]s at prices so dear;
All shall yield, &c.
[...]e oak is held royal in Britain's great boast,
[...]eserv'd on [...], our king, and will always our coast;
[...]f these, Sir we make ships—there are thousands that fight,
[...]t one, only one, like our Shakespeare can write,
All shall yield. &c.
[...]et Venus delight in her gay myrtle bower's,
[...]n [...]na in fruit trees, and Flora in flower's.
[...]he ga [...]den of Shakespeare all pleasures will suit,
[Page 102] With the sweetest of flow'rs and the fairest fruit.
All shall yield &c.
With learning and knowledge the well-letter birch
Supplies law and physic, and grace for the church
But law and the gospel in Shakespeare we fin [...]
He gives the best physic for body and mind.
All shall yield. &c.
The fame of the patron gives fame to the tree;
From him and his merits this [...]akes its degree:
Give Phoebus and Bacchus their laurel and vine [...]
The tree of our Shakespeare is still more divine
All shall yield &c.
As the genius of Shakespeare out shines the bright day,
More rapture than wine to the heart can convey
So the tree which he planted, by making [...] own,
Has the laurel and bay, and the vine all in one.
All shall yield, &c.
Then each take a relick of [...]his hallow'd tree,
From folly and fashion a charm let it be;
Let's fill to the planter the cup to the brim,
To honour your country, do honour to him.
All shall yield, &c.
[Page 103]
SONG.
DEAR TOM this brown jug which foams with mild ale.
In which we will [...]oast the sweet Nan of the vale.
Was once Tobby Fillpo [...] a thirsty old soul
As e'er d [...]ank a bottle or fathom'd a bowl:
In Baccus's court 'twas his joy to excell,
And among jolly topers he bore off [...]he bell.
It chan [...]'d [...] in dog days he loll [...]d at his ease,
In a flower-woven arbor as ga [...]s you please;
With his friend and his pipe puffing sorrow away,
And with royal old stingo was soaking his clay,
His breath door of life on a sudden was shut,
And he died full as big as a Dorce [...]shire butt.
His body when long in the ground it had [...]ain,
And time into clay h [...] desolv'd it again!
A potter found o [...]t in its covert so snug,
And with part of old Toby he form'd this brown jug:
Now sacred to friendship [...]o mi [...]h and mild ale,
Here's a health to my lovely sweet N [...]n of the Vale.
SONG.
SAY, Have you seen my Arabell?
The Caledonian m [...]id,
Or heard the you [...]hs of Scotland tell,
Where Arab [...]ll has stray'd?
The damsel is of angel m [...]n,
With sad and downcast eyes;
[Page 104] The shepherds call her, sorrow's queen,
So pensively she sighs.
But why her sighs so sadly swell,
Or why her tears so flow;
In vain, they press the lovely girl,
The innate cause to know.
E're reason am'd her tender mind,
The virgin learn'd to love,
Compassion taught he kind,
Deceit she was above.
And had not War's terrific voice,
Forbid the mutual bands,
E're now, had Sandy been her choice,
And Hymen join'd our hands:
But, since the sword of war is sheath'd,
And peace resumes her charms,
My every joy is now bequeath'd
To Arabella's arms.
SONG.
AS musing I rang'd in the meas all alone,
A beautiful creature was making her moan,
The tears they were fal [...]ng full fast from her eyes,
She pierced the air and my heart with her cries.
[...] gently requested [...]he cause of her moan,
She told me h [...]r sweet S [...]cino was go [...]e;
And in that sad posture she ever would remain,
Unless her dear charmer return'd home again.
[Page 105]
Perhaps it is some linnet, or blackbird, said I;
Perhaps it is the lark that has soar'd in the sky:
Come, dry up your tears, and abandon your grief,
I'll bring you another that shall give you relief.
It'sno blackbird, nor linnit, nor sky lark, said she,
But one that is fairer by far, th [...]n all three,
My sweet Senecino, for whom I now cry,
[...]'s sweeter than all the gay songsters that fly.
Adieu to Prunella, Corinna, likewise,
Whom stars, and whom planets extol to the skies;
Adieu! to [...]he Opera, farewell to the ball!
My charmer has gone, and a fig for you all.
SONG.
WHEN up to London first I came,
An aukward country booby,
I gap'd and star'd and bid the same
As ev'ry other boody.
With countenance demurely set,
I doff [...]d my hat to all I met,
With—'Zir, your humble servant!
Alas! too soon I got a wife:
And, proud of such a blessing,
The joy and business of my life
Was kissing and caressing.
'Twas—'charmer! sweeting! duck and dove!"
And I, o'er head and ears in love,
Was Cupid's humble servant.
[Page 106]
But when the honey-moon was past,
Adieu to tender speeches!
Ma'am lov'd quadrille, and lost too fast,
I swore I'd wear the breeches.
I storm in vain,—restraint she hates:
Adieu, she cries—the party waits;—
My dear, your humble servant!
SONG.
ON that lone bank where Lubin died,
Fair Rosalie, a wreched maid,
Sat weeping o'er the cruel tide.
Faithful to her Lubin's shade.
Oh! may some kind, some gentle wave,
Waft him to this mournful shore;
These tender hands should make his grave,
And deck his corps with flow'rs o'er.
I'd ever watch his mould'ring clay,
And pray for his e [...]ernal rest;
When time his form has worn away,
His dust I'd place within my breast.
While thus she mourn'd her Lubin lost,
And echo to her grief reply'd;
Lo! at her feet his corpse was tost,
She shriek'd—she clasp'd him—sigh'd, and died.
[Page 107]
SGNG.
THE sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoor'd,
Her course to steer—all hands on board,
Propitious ev'ry gale;
Fair Sally on [...]he beach deplores,
Her sailor bound to distant shores,
But nought her tears avail.
"Oh! cruel fate—ye powe'rs above,
"Why thus besret of him I love!
"Who on the restless deep,
"The boist'rous tide must ceaseless brave,
"And meet, per chance, a wat,ry grave,
While I but live to weep."
Twelve months elaps'd when he return'd,
Her constant heart with rapture burn'd,
'Twas freed from ev [...]ry ca [...]e;
And Henry's love, his heart, his soul,
Were true, as needle to the pole.
When absent from his fair.
In wedded bliss they taste delight,
No winds disturb, nor storms affright
The lovely Sally's breast;
For now he makes a firm decree,
No more to trust the raging sea—
With her completely blest.
SONG.
ADIEU ye streams that gently flowing,
Murmur through the flowery mead;
[Page 108] Vernal airs that softly blowing,
Rustle through the leafy shade!
Adieu, ye birds whose notes delighting,
Sweetly charm the rural scene;
Beauteous prospects all inviting,
Fields and meadows deck'd with green!
I could quit you unrepining,
Not a tear shou'd bathe my eye,
Your enjoyments all resigning,
Nor my bosom heave a sigh.
But when cruel fat [...] ordains me
From my lovely fair to part;
Oh! the separation pains me!
Deeply wounds my aching heart.
Falsehood and deceit despising,
O sh [...]'s fairer than the morn!
When bright Phoebus just rising,
Strews with pearl the dewy lawn.
But her mind in charms surpasses,
Spotless as the solar ray:
While a thousand nameless graces
All around my fair one play.
When with her the sweet enjoyment
Crowns the day with fresh delight;
To chat with her the sweet employment
Gilds with joy the gloomy night.
But by fate compell'd to leave her,
From my Julia forc'd to part;
Oh! the cruel world "forever,"
Wounds afresh my bleeding heart!
[Page 109]
SONG.
THE eve her silver vestment wore:
And clos'd the sultry day,
[...]e co [...]agers their toil forebore.
And homeword bent their way;
[...]ve one poo [...] maid, who all forlorn,
The tear of sorrow shed,
[...]ek as the primrose 'neath the thorn,
That rears its modest head.
Twas lovely Marian that sigh'd,
And mourn'd her sorrows free;
Since fa [...]e young Sandy's love deny'd,
And sent him far to sea;
Wide o'er the billows doom'd to roam,
He fled her longing arms,
And left his friends and native home,
To brave rude war's alarms.
Now three long months were gone and o'er,
When, ah! one fatal day,
As musing a her cottage door,
A sai [...]or bent his way—
'Twas Sandy's friend who sought the fair,
Sad [...]idings to relate;
For grief of heart, join'd with despair,
Had clos'd his hapless face.
Yet, 'ere he dy'd, her bliss he plann'd,
For all his little wealth,
He fondly left, with lavish hand,
To Marian herself:
But what avail'd the golden store.
Sweet peace her bosom fled:
He's gone, she cry'd, for evermore.
Then sighing join'd the dead.
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ABSENCE.
ALAS! they've torn my love away,
To range a foreign pa [...];
May heav'n p [...]eserve him night and day
And cheer his fai [...]ful hear [...]:
But mine, alas! no joy can find,
Tho' jocund swains appear,
In vain they strive to ease my mind,
For Henry is not there.
How oft beside the purling stream,
And often in the grove,
When sh [...]lter'd from [...]he sultry beam,
He told his tender [...]ove;
Ah! then my heart was fr [...]e from pain,
A stranger to [...]ll are;
But now all joy d [...]serts the plain,
For Henry is n [...]t there.
Tho' absent from my charming youth,
My love i [...] still the same:
May [...]e return with equal truth,
An [...] never [...]ove again;
The [...]h p [...]y in my rural cot,
I'll ban [...]sh every fear.
Conten [...]d [...]h my humble lot,
If Henry is but there.
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VICAR AND MOSES.
HERE was once, it was said, when, is out of my head,
[...]nd where too; yet true is my tale.
[...]t a round belly'd vicar, bepimp [...]ed with liquor,
Could sti [...]k to no tex like good ale.
Tol de rol, de rol. lol lol lol lol.
[...]one right 'g [...]n [...]o dose; for, under the rose,
The pa [...]so [...] wa [...] th [...]n non se ipse:
[...] se ipse!—you [...]l [...] say, What's tha [...] to the lay?
In plain English, the pa [...]son was u [...]sy,
[...] clerk, [...]st p [...]ing in w [...]h a band bebbin chin,
As solemn and [...]upid as may be;
[...]e vica he ga [...]'d; the clerk h [...]mm [...]d and scrap'd,
Saying, peas, Sir, to bury a baby,
[...]w our author supposes, the clerk's name was Moses,
He look [...]d, like his m [...]ster, so rosy;
[...]ho b [...]ink'd with o e eye, with h [...]s wig all awry,
And hiccu [...]d—pray h [...] w [...] it M [...]sy?
[...]hild, Sir, in carry▪d, by you to be bury'd—
Bury me, Moses! no, that won't do.—
[...]ord, Sir! [...]aid the clerk, you are all in the dark;
'Tis a child to be bu y'd, not you.
Well, Moses, don't hurry; the infant we'll bu y.—
B [...], master, the corpse cannot stay.—
[...]ell, can't it! bu [...] why? for once, then we'll try
[Page 112] If a corpse, Moses, can run away.
But Moses reply'd:—Sir the parish will chid [...]
'For keeping them out in cold weather.—
Then Moses, quoth he, go and tell them from
I'll bury them warm all together.
But, Sir, it rains hard; pray have some regard.
R [...]gard, Moses! that makes m [...] stay:
For no c [...]rpse, young or old, in rain can ca [...] cold;
But, faith, Moses, you and I may.
Moses begg'd he'd be gone, saying, Sir, th [...] rain's done;
Please to rise, and I'll lend you my hand.—
Oh! 'tis hard, quoth the vicar, to leave thus my liquor,
And go where I'm sure I can't stand.
Then the parson sore troubled, to the church yar [...] he hobbled,
Lamenting the length of the way;
For, Moses, quoth he, were I a bishop, d'ye see,
I neither need walk, preach nor pray.
When he came to the grave, says he—Moses, [...] stave.
Lord! where's my tobacco box hid?
I declare this fast walking prevents me from talking;
So, Moses, pray give me a quid.
Then he open'd the book, and in't seem'd to look:
But o'er the page only he squinted:—
[Page 113] [...]ys he, Moses, I'm vex'd, for I can't find the text.
The book is so damnably printed.
[...]ood people, let's pray, Life's, alas! but a day;
Nay, sometimes 'tis over at noon;
[...]an is but a flower, cut down in an hour:
'Tis strong ale, Mosy, does it so soen.
Woman of a man born—no, that's wrong, the leaf's torn?
Upon woman the natural swell is;
The world would grow wild, were men got with child:
Moses, you and I might have big bellies!
Neighbours, mind what I say, when 'tis night ▪tis not day,
Though in former times saints could work wonders;
For, cut off your head, in a trice, it is said,
They'd replace it without any blunders.
Come, let us go forth; put the child in the earth;
Dust to dust, Moses, dust is away;
For Moses, I trust we all should be dust,
If we was not to moisten our clay.
So one pot, and then—the clerk said, Amen,
And thus we have carried the farce on.
The taste of the times will relish our rhimes,
When the ridicule runs on a parson.
[Page 114]
Then, Satire, detest Immortality's j [...]st,
Each profane or immod [...]st [...]xpr [...]ssion:
But we'll not be rude, [...] drink, as we should
To the good folks of ev'ry profession.
JEM OF ABERDEEN.
THE tuneful Lav [...]ocks cheer the grove,
And sweetly smells the summer green,
Now o'er [...]e [...]ad live to rove,
Wi bonny Jem of Aberdeen
Bonny Jem of Aberdeen,
Bonny Jem of Aberdeen,
Now o'er the m [...]ad I lo [...] to rove,
Wibonny Jem of Aberdren.
When e [...]er [...]e fit beneath the broors
Or wander o' [...]r the Lee.
He's always w [...]oing wooing, wooing,
Always wo [...]ing me.
He's fresh and fair as flow'rs in May,
The on hest lad of aw the green:
How sweet the [...]me will pas [...] away,
W [...] bonny Jem of Aberdeen.
Bonny Jem. &c.
Wi joy I leave my father's co [...],
Wi i [...]ka spot of Glen or Green.
Werl [...]leas'd to sha [...]e the humble lot
O bonny Jem of Aberdeen.
Bonny Jem, &c.
[Page 115]
SONG.
GALLANTS attend, and hear a friend,
Trill [...] harmonious di [...]ty:
[...]nge things I'l tel [...], which late befel
In Philadelphia city.
'Twas early day, as poets say,
Just when the [...]u [...] was rising,
A so [...]dier [...]o [...]d, on l [...]g of wood,
And saw a sight su [...]prising.
A [...] in a maze, he stood to gaze,
The tr [...]th can't be deni'd, sir
He spy'd a [...]—of kegs or more,
Come floating down the tide, sir.
A sailor too, in j [...]kin blue,
The strange appearance viewing,
F [...]st d [...]mn'd [...]is eyes, in great surprise,
Then said—some mischief's brewing.
These Ke [...]s now hold the rebels bold,
Pack'd [...] like [...]ick [...]d her [...]ing:
And they're come down t'attack the town,
In this new way of ferrying.
The soldie [...] fl [...]w, the sailor too,
And' scar'd almost to death, sir,
Wore out their shoes, [...]o spread the news,
And ran till out of breath, sir.
Now up and down, throughout the town,
Mo [...]t frantic scenes were acted;
[Page 116] And some ran here, and some ran there
Like men almost distracted.
Some fire cry'd, which some deny'd,
But said the earth had quaked:
And girls and boys, with hideous noise,
Ran through the town half naked.
Sir William he, snug as a flea,
Lay all this time a snoring,
Nor dreamt of harm, as he lay warm
In bed with Mrs. L—g.
Now in affright, he starts upright,
Awak'd by such a clatter:
He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries,
"For God's sake what's the matter?"
At his bed side, he then espy'd
Sir Erskine at command, sir,
Upon one foot he had one boot,
And t'other in his hand, sir.
Arise! Arise! Sir Erskine cries
The rebels—more's the pity—
Without a boat are all on float,
And rang'd before the city.
The motly crew, in vessels new,
With Satan for their guide, sir,
Pack'd up in bags, or wooden KEGS,
Come [...]riving down the tide, sir.
[Page 117]
[...]refore prepare for bloody war;
These KEGS must all be routed:
surely we despis'd shall be;
And British courage doubled.
[...]he royal band now ready stand,
All rang'd in dread array, sir,
With stomach stout, to see it out,
And make a bloody day, sir.
The cannons roar, from shore to shore:
The small arms make a rattle:
Since wars began, I'm sure no man
E'er saw so strange a battle.
The rebel vales, the rebel dales.
With rebel trees surrounded,
The distant woods, the hills, and floods,
With rebel echoes sounded.
The fish below swam to and fro,
Attack'd from ev'ry quarter:
Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay,
'Mongst folks above the water.
The KEGS, 'tis said, tho' strongly made,
Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,
Could not oppose their pow'rful foes,
The conq'ring British troops, sir.
From morn to night these men of might
Display'd amazing courage;
And when [...]he sun was faily down,
Re [...]ir'd to sup their porridge.
[Page 118]
An hundred men, with each a pen,
Or more, upon my word, sir,
It is most true, would be too few
Their valour to record, sir.
Such feats did they perform that day,
Upon these wecked KEGS sir;
That [...]ear, to come if they get home,
They'll make then boasts and brags, sir.
TALLY HO.
AT the sound of the horn,
W [...] rise in the morn,
And waken the woods as we thunder along:
Y [...]IX, yoix, Tally h [...]!
Af [...]er Reynard we go.
While echo on echo redoubles the song:
We waken the woods as we thunder along.
[...]al [...]y ho! tally h [...]!
After Reynard we go,
While echo on echo redoubles the song.
Not [...]h stee [...]s of [...]he sun
Our b [...]ave courses outrun,
O'er the mound horse and hound see us bound in full cry,
Like Phoeous we rife,
To the neights of the skies,
And, careless of d [...]nger five bars we defy.
We waken the woods &c.
At eve, Sir, we rush,
And are close to his brush;
[Page 119] Already he dies, see him panting for breath:
Each feat and defeat,
We renew and repeat,
Regardless of life, so we're in at the death.
We waken the woods, &c.
With a bottle at night,
We prolong the d [...]light;
Much trimbush we praise, and the deeds that were done:
And yoix, tally ho!
The next morning we go
Wi [...]h Phoebus to end, as we mount with the sun.
We waken the woods, &c.
THE LARK.
GO tuneful bird, that glads the skies,
To Daphne's window speed thy way,
And there on quiv'ring pinions rise,
And there thy vocal art dispay.
And if she deign thy notes to hear,
And if she prase [...]hy maun song;
Tell her the sounds that sooth her ear,
To Damon's native plaints belong.
Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd,
The b [...]d from India groves may shine,
But ask the lovely, partial maid,
What are his notes, compar'd to thine?
Then had her t [...]eat y [...]n witless beau,
And all his [...]fl [...]un [...]g race, with scorn,
And lend an ear to Damon's woe,
Who sings her praise, and sings forlorn
[Page 120]
PRIMROSES.
WHEN spring returning decks the grown
In glittering array,
And birds elated chaunt their loves
while mounted on the spray:
Then to the field, with eager haste
To cull the flow'rs I hie,
And, with my basket to my waist,
I trudge along and cry,
Two bunches a penny Primroses
Two bunches a penny.
And oft' as thro' the streets I walk,
In hopes to sell my ware,
The powder'd beaus will deign to talk,
And try me to ensnare;
But true to love, my thoughts are plac'd
And from such offers fly,
So, with my basket to my waist,
I trudge along and cry,
Two bunches a penny Primroses,
Two bunches a penny.
What tho' no plumes adorn my head,
Nor satrins train behind,
I still have charms to please my Ned;
And he hits well my mind:
And soon to church with him I'll haste,
The gordian knot to tie,
No more with basket to my waist
Thro' Lanes or Streets I'll cry,
Two bunches a penny Primroses,
Two bunches a penny.
[Page 121]
HEAVING THE LEAD.
FOR Balt'more, when, with fav'ring gale,
Our gallant ship up Ches'peake steer'd
And scudding under easy sail,
The high blue western land appear'd;
To heave the lead the seamen sprung,
And to the Pilot cheerly sung,
"By [...]e deep—NINE!"
And bearing up, to gain the port,
Some well known object kept in view;
An abby-tow'r, an harbour-fort,
Or beacon, to the [...]essel true:
While oft the lead the seamen'slung,
And to the Pilot' ch [...]erly sung,
"By the mark—SEVEN!"
And, as the much lov'd shore we near,
With transport we beheld the roof,
Where dwell a friend, or partner dear;
Of faith and love a matchless proof!
The lead once more the seaman slung,
And to the watchfull Pilot sung,
"Quarter less—FIVE!"
SONG.
THE sweet rosy morning
Peeps over the hills,
With blushes adorning
The meadows and fields;
The merry merry merry horn
Calls come come come away,
Awake from your slumber,
And hail the new day.
[Page 122] The stag rous'd before us,
Away seems to sly,
And pants to the chorus
Of hounds in full cry;
Then follow follow follow follow
The mufical chace,
Where pleasure and vigour,
With health you embrace.
The day's sports are over,
Makes blood circle right,
And gives the brisk lover
Fresh charins for the night,
Then let us, let us now enjoy
All we can while we may,
Let love crown the night
As our sports crown the day.
SONG.
HOW poor is the man, tho' he wealth would possess,
Who the impulse of pity ne'er knew!
But unfeeling could hear the said tale of distress,
And with-hold from misfortune its due
The element's rigour much sooner I'd brave,
Which my vessel [...]on foul ground would strand;
Orin Biscay's rough bay meet a water grave,
Than I'd take such a wretch by th [...] hand.
[Page 123]
COME MY SYLVIA.
COME, my Sylvia! come and bless
This spot, which I have toil'd to dress
[...] all that charms the gazer's eye,
[...] ev'ry tint that wears a dye.
In peace we'll dwell and placid ease,
We'll do whatever each shall please;
[...]ee as the sear cur senses soll,
And speak a boundless, sluent soul.
Nor time shall waft our love away,
Swift as the threads of life decay;
Each gale that flirts the hours along,
Shall bring fresh wrea [...]hes to deck our song.
From virtue's sweets, that never cloy;
From rural scenes, extat [...]c joy!
Or turn the mind instructing page,
And learn to live a good old age.
LET's TIE THE KNOT MY SALLY.
I'VE found my fair, a true love knot,
'Tis loose by some disaster,
Come then with me to yonder grot,
And let us tie is faster;
Or shall we to the grove repair,
There is no time to dally,
The church, the prest, awaits u [...] there,
Let's tie the knot my S [...]lly.
[Page 124]
Methinks the knot was surely laid,
By Cupid's fond direction.
To prove, my sweet, my charming maid,
The Cement of affection:
'Tis form'd by some immor [...]tal hand,
Come, let us leave the valley,
And join in Hymen's silken band,
Let's tie the knot, my Sally.
No hand can e'er the band u [...] tie,
When once we are united:
For every gua [...]dian sains is by.
When lovers vows are plighted:
The deed recorded is above,
Then let's not shilly shally,
Oh, let us haste, my charming love,
And tie the knot my Sally.
SONG.
WHEN bending o'er the lofty yard,
The jolly seaman reefs the sail,
Though whirlwinds roar, he grapples hard
The swinging beam, nor dreads the gale
When hidden rocks and table clouds
Impede the shatter'd vessel's way,
The boatswain clinging to the sh [...]ouds,
Undaunted pipes his midnight lay.
And ' [...]re the wreck begins to sink,
'Ere through the sides the billows pour,
The sailor bravely stops to drink,
Th [...]n gra [...]p, the mast and gains the shore
Thus, Ha [...]net, when I moor'd with you,
[Page 125] No threatning dangers would I see;
But laugh at terror's pale fac'd crew,
And baffle life's tempestuous sea.
Or haply should soft zephyrs blow,
We'd leave the port and share the gale;
While Bacchus call'd all hands below,
And fortune laugning set our sail:
From quicksands of domestic care,
Where jealousy's ioud breakers roar,
From sorrows coast we'd steer afar,
'Till death should tow our boat ashore,
FOR YOU, MY LOVELY GIRL.
COME, pretty Poll, thy tears refrain,
And dearest maid, believe
It w [...]ung my heart with cruel pain,
To see my charmer grieve:
Then dry those eyes and ere I go
Each anxious fear dispel:
And bold I'll meet my country's foes,
For you my lovely girl.
A sailor scorns the name of slave,
And when he's called to war,
Will teach the foe what 'tis to brave
A dauntless, jovial tar:
Then bid, my life, those sighs adieu,
Those lucid tears farewell:
I fly to conquer, love, for you,
For you, my lovely girl.
[Page 126]
The signal's fir'd—I'm called away,
'Tis will'd that we must part;
But tho' forbid with thee to stay,
I bear thee in my heart:
Then let not Polly be concern'd
For Hymen soon shall tell,
Thy s [...]lor's safe from war return,
For you, my lovery girl.
SONG.
Now Henry has left me to plough the salt sea,
May Providence shield him from harm,
What argues repining or grieving, said he,
Though fear did my bosom alarm,
With what rapture he press'd me and bid me farewell,
Crying, steady my girl, this won't do,
But my heart how it beat, and my bosom would swell,
Wh [...]n he whisper'd the parting adieu.
Blow cheerly each gale while my Henry's at sea,
Ye zephyrs prove gentle and kind,
That he may with safety return unto me,
His image is still in my mind;
Yet would I take courage and cease to regret,
As a sailor I'm sure he'll be true,
But in spite of all talking I cannot forget
His last, his dear parting adieu.
No longer I'll murmur or think hard his lot
But for him my love I'll reserve:
And the cause that he fights in shall not be forgot,
For th' rights of his country he'll preserve:
[Page 127] [...] slattering hope forbids me to mourn,
While in fancy my Henry I view,
Which tells me with safety that my love will return,
And no more bid a parting adieu.
THE WESTERN SKY.
THE western sky was purpl'd o'er,
With ev'ry pleasing [...]ay,
And fl [...]cks reviving felt no more
The sultry heat of day.
When from an hazel's ar [...]less bow'r,
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue,
He b [...]est the scene, he b [...]est the bow'r
While Nancy's praise he sung.
Let sops with fickle falsehood range
The paths of wanton love;
Whilst weeping maids lament their change,
And sadden ev'ry grove:
But endless blessings crown the day,
I saw fair Esham's dale,
And ev'ry blessing find its way,
To Nancy of the vale.
Struck with her charm [...] and gentle truth,
I clasp'd the constant fair,
To her alone I gave my youth,
And vow my future care:
Aid when this vow shall faithless prove,
O [...] I those charms forego,
The stream that sa [...] our tender love,
That stream shall cease to flow.
[Page 126]
NANCY; OR THE SAILOR's JOURNAL.
'Twas past meridian half past four,
By signal I from Nancy parted;
At six she linger'd on the shore,
With uplift hands, and broken hearted.
At seven while taught ning the fore stay,
I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy;
At eight we all got under way,
And bid a long adieu to Nancy.
Night came on, and now eight bells had rung,
While careless sailors, ever cheary,
On the mid watch so jovial sung,
With tempers labour cannot weary.
I little to their mir [...]h inclin'd,
While tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy,
And my warm sighs increased the wind,
Look'd on the moon and thought of Nancy.
And now arrived that jovial night,
When ev'ry true bred tar carouses,
When o'er the grog, all hands delight
To toast their sweet hearts and their spouses.
Round went the can, the just, the glee,
While tender wishes fill'd each fancy;
And when, in turn, it came to me,
I heav'd a sigh, and toasted Nancy.
[Page 129]
Next morn a storm came on at four,
[...] six, the elements in motion,
Plung'd me and three poor sailors more
[...]adlong within the foaming ocean.
Poor wretches, they soon found their graves,
For me, it may be only fancy,
For love seem'd to sorbid the [...]aves
To snatch me from the arms of Nancy.
Scarce the foul hu [...]ricane was clear'd,
Sc [...]rce winds and waves had ceased to rattle,
When a bold enemy appear'd,
And dauntless, we prepa [...]ed for battle.
And now, while some lov'd friend or wife,
Like lightning rush'd on every fancy,
To Providence I trusted life,
And put up a prayer, and thought on Nancy.
At last, 'twas in the month of May,
The crew, it being lovely weather,
At three, A M. dis [...]ov [...]red day,
And England's chalky caffs together.
At seven, up channel how we bore,
While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy,
At twelve I gayly jumped [...]shore,
And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.
THE TEMPEST.
[...]ASE, rude boreas boisterous raller,
List ye landsmen all to me;
[Page 130] M [...]ssmates hear a brother sailor,
Sing the dangers of the sea.
From bounding billows firit in motion,
Where the distant whirlwinds rise,
To the tempest troubled ocean,
Where the seas contend with skies.
Hark, the boatswain hoarsly bawling,
By top-sail sheers and halliyards stand;
Down your stay sails quick be hauling,
Your top-g [...]llant-sails, hand boys hand.
S [...]ill it f [...]eshens, set in the braces,
Close reef, top-sail sheers let go;
Luff boys, luff, don' [...] make wry faces,
Up your top-sails nimbly clew.
The top sail yards point to the wind boys,
See all clear to reef each course;
Let the fore sheet go, don't mind it,
If the weather should turn worse.
Fore and aft he sprit-sail ya [...]d get,
Reef the m [...]zen, see all clear;
Hand up the preventer braces,
Man the fore yard, cheer boys, cheer.
Now all ye on down-beds sporting.
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,
Freth enjoy meets wanton courting,
Start from all but love's alarms.
Around us roars the tempest louder,
Thinking what fear our heart enthralls,
[Page 131] [...]der yet, it still blows harder,
Now again the boars wain calls.
[...]ow the thunder's dreadful roaring.
Peal on peal contending clash;
On our heads fresh rains fait pouring,
It our eyes blue light'nings flash.
All around us one wide water,
All above us one black sky;
Different deaths at once surprize us,
Hark! what means the dreadful cry?
The formast's gone cries ev'ry tongue out;
Over the lee, twelve feet above deck;
A leak beneath the chestree sprang out,
Call all hards and clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to pieces,
Come my hearts be stout and bold;
Plumb the well, for the leak increases,
Four feet of water in the hold.
Whilst over the waves our ship is beating,
We all for our wives and sweethearts mourn;
Alas! from hence there is no retreating,
Alas! from hence there is no return.
Still the leak is gaining on us,
Both chain pumps are choak'd below;
Heaven have mercy here upon us,
For only that will save us now.
Over the lee beam lies the land boys,
[Page 132] Let the guns be over-board thrown;
To the pumps come every hand, boys,
See—our mizen mast is gone.
But the leak we find it cannot pour fast,
We have lighted her a foot or more:
Up and rig a jury foremast,
She's right, she's right, we are all off shore
Now once more on joys be thinking,
Since kind fortune sav'd our lives:
Push the can boys, let's be drinking,
To our sweathearts and our wives.
SONG.
COME, courage lads, and drink away;
A man upon his wedding day,
Ought rarely well his part to play,
At Stingo or October:
For who would be that stupid elf,
For whim, caprice, or love, or pelf,
To poison, hang, or drown himself,
Or mary when hefs sober?
For madam's will at nothing stops,
She must have balls, and routs, and fops,
And often ransacks all the sh [...]ps,
In gay attire to robe her.
Then drink the day you take a wife,
As the last comfort of your life,
For ever after, noise and strife
Are sure to keep you sober.
[Page 133]
THE SEAMAN's HOME.
O You, whose lives on land are pass'd,
And keep from dang'rous seas aloof:
[...]ho, careless l [...]sten to the blast,
Or beating rains upon the roof:
You little heed how seamen fare,
Condemn'd the angry storm to bear.
Sometimes while breakers vex the tide,
He takes his station on the deck:
And now [...]ash'd o'er the vessels side,
He clears away the cumb'ring wreck:
Yet while the billows o'er him foam,
The ocean only is his home.
Still fresher blows the midnight gale,
'All hands reef topsails,' are the cries:
And while the clouds he heavens veil,
Aloft to reef the sail he fl [...]es:
In storms so rendering d [...]m'd to roam,
The ocean is the seaman's home.
SWEET NIGHTINGALE.
SWEET nightingale! Queen of the spray,
Whose no [...]e is disturb [...]d by our song:
Ah! stretch nor thy pinions away,
Alarm'd at [...]he numerous throng;
But try the sweet warble again,
And challenge thy hea [...]e [...]s so fine,
Though the muses attend on their train,
To make such a concert as thine.
[Page 134]
LITTLE LAD.
THO' I am now a very little lad,
If fighting men cannot be had,
For want of a better I may do,
To follow the boy with a rat tat too;
I may seem tender, yet I'm tough,
And though not much o'me, right good fluff,
Of this I'll boast, say more who can,
I never was afraid to meet my m [...]n.
I'm a chickabiddy, see take me now now now,
I'm a little merry he, for your row dow dow.
Brown Bess I'll kno [...]k about, O there's my joy,
At my back a knapsack like a roving boy.
In my tartan plaid a young soldier view,
My philibeg and dirk, and my bonnet blue,
Give the word, and I'll march where you command,
Noble serjeant with a shilling strike my hand.
My captain, as he takes his glass,
May wish to toy with a pretty lass,
For such a one I have a roguish eye,
He'll never want a girl when I am by.
I'm a chickabiddy, &c.
Tho' a barber never yet has mow'd my chin,
With my great broad sword I long to begin,
Cut, slash, ram damn—O glorious fun,
For a gun, pip, pop, change my little pop-gun.
My foes shall fly like geese in flocks,
E'en Turks I'll drive like turk [...]y-cocks,
And where ever quartered I shall be,
O, zounds! how I'll kiss my landlady.
I'm a chickabiddy, &c.
[Page 135]
OF LOVE I MADE A JEST.
NOT long ago how blithe was I!
My heart was then at rest;
I knew not what it was to sigh,
Of love I made a jest.
But soon I found 'twas all in vain
To thwart the urchin's will;
For now I'm forced to drag the chain
For Fanny of the hill.
When walking out upon the green,
We chance to toy and kiss,
The lads and lasses vent their spleen,
In envy of the bliss,
By turns they censure ev'ry part,
Her face, her shape, and air;
But let 'em ra [...]l, with all my heart,
If I but think her fair.
With golden locks her head is grac'd,
That fan each dimpled cheek;
With lips might tempt e'en Jove to taste,
And eyes which seem to break.
If th [...]n such beauties she d [...]splays,
Ye pal [...]ry cri ica hence;
For such a fo [...]m was made for praise,
And not to give essence.
Grea [...] gods! who made mankind your care.
And judge unseen above:
For once be graceful to my pray'r,
Give me the girl I love:
That when posses'd of Fanny's charms,
[Page 136] The world I may defy;
And when you snatch her from my arms.
With pleasure then I'll die.
MAJOR ANDRE's SOLILOQUY.
RETURN [...]e rap [...]u [...]'d hours,
When D [...]l [...]a's heart was mine:
When she wit [...] wreaths of flow'rs,
My temples did entwine.
No jealousy, nor care—
Corro [...]ed in my breast;
Bu [...]y sions light as air,
P [...]esided o'er my rest.
But now around my couch,
No any visions p [...]ay;
No flowers deck my b [...]ow—
Each weary'd holliday.
For far from these sad plains,
T [...]e [...]v [...]ly Delia fl [...];
W [...]ile w [...]k'd with jealous pains—
The wretch [...]d Andre—dies.
[The foregoing was written by Major Andre while a prisoner in the American camp.]
THE DRUM.
COME each gallant l [...]d.
Who for pleasure quit [...] care,
To the drum, drum, drum, drum—
To the drum head with spirit repair.
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Each recruiter takes a glass,
And each young s [...]ldier with his lass:
While he drum beats tat [...]o [...]—while, &c.
Retires the sweet night to pass.
Each night gayly lad—
Thus we'll merrily waste,
'Till the drum, drum, drum, drum, &c.
'Till the drum tells us 'tis past.
Pi [...]quet arms at dawn now shine,
And each drum ruffles down, down the line,
Now the drums bears revelle, now the, &c.
Sa [...]u [...]ing the day divine.
But hark yonder shouts—
See that standard now alarms;
Now the drum, drum, drum, drum, &c.
Now the drum beats loudly to arms.
Kill'd and wounded ho [...] they lie!
Helter, skelter, se [...] them fly,
Now the drum beats retreat, now, &c.
We'll fire a feu-de-joy.
THE CAPTIVE SLAVE.
OH! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd,
Was as happy as happy could be!
But pleasure is sled, even hope is destroy'd,
A Captive alas! on the sea!
[Page 138] I was ta'en by the foe—'twas the fiat of fate.
To tear me from her I adore!
When tho' [...] brings to my mind, my once happy state,
I sigh! while I tug at the oar.
Hard, hard, is my fate!—Oh! how galling my chain!
My life's steer'd by mysery's chart;
And tho' 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain,
Tears gush forth to ease my full heart;
I disdain e'en to sh [...]ink, tho' I feel the sharp lesh;
Yet m [...] breast bleeds for her I adore!
While around me the unfelling billows will dash,
I sigh! and still tug at the oar.
How Fortune deceives!—I had pleasures i [...] tow,
The port where she dwelt, we'd in view;
But the wish'd nuptial morn was o'erclouded with woe,
And dear Anna, I was hurried from you!
Our shallop was boarded and I borne away,
To behold my dear [...] Anna no more!
But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels deca [...]'d!
He sigh'd—and expir'd at the oar.
THE LAMPLIGHTER.
I'M jolly Dick [...]he Lamplighter,
They say the Sun's my dad,
And truly I believe it so,
[Page 139] For I'm a pretty lad;
Father and I the world do light
And make it look so gay,
Th [...] difference is, I light by night,
My father lights by day.
But father's not the like of I,
For knowing life and fun,
For I strange tricks and fancy spy,
Folks never shew the sun;
Rogues, owls, and bats, can't bear the light,
I've heard your wise ones say,
And so, d'ye m [...]nd, I sees by night,
Things never seen by day.
At night men lay aside all art,
As qui [...]e an useless task,
And many a face, and many a heart,
Will then pull off the mask;
Each formal prude and holy wight,
Will throw disguise away,
And sin it openly at night,
Who saint it all the day.
His darling hoard the miser views,
Misses from friends decamp,
And many a statesman mischief brews,
To his country o'er his lamp;
So father and I, d'ye take me right,
Are just on the fame lay,
I barefac'd sinners light by night,
And he false saints by day.
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THE SWEET LITTLE GIRL THAT LOVE.
MY friends all declare that my time is m [...] pent,
While in ru [...]al re [...]irement I [...]ove;
I ask no more weal than dame fortune has se [...]
But the sweet l [...]ttle girl that I love,
The sweet litt [...]e girl that I love.
The rose on her cheeks my delight
She's soft as the down, as the down on the dove,
No lily was ever so white
As the sweet little girl that I love.
Tho' humble my cot, calm content glides th [...] scene,
For my fair one delights in my grove;
And a palace l'd quit for a dance on the green,
With the sweet little girl that I love.
No ambition I know but to call her my own,
No fame but her praise wish to prove;
My happiness centers in Fanny alone,
She's the sweet little girl that I love.
A GLASS IS GOOD.
A GLASS is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.
A bottle it is a very good thing,
With a good deal of good wine in it;
[Page 141] song is good when a body can sing,
And to finish we must begin it.
[...]table is good, when spread with good cheer,
And good company sitting round it;
When a good way off, we're not very near,
And for sorrow the devil confound it;
A glass is good, &c.
A f [...]iend is good when you're ou [...] of good luck,
For tha [...]'s a good time to try him;
For a Justice is good, the haunch of a buck,
With such a good present you buy him:
A fine o [...]d woman is good when she's dead,
A rogue very good for good ha [...]ging;
A fool is good by the nose to be led,
My good song deserves a good drubbing.
A glass is good, &c.
SONG.
WHEN the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen,
And the meadows their beauties have lost;
When all nature's dis [...]ob [...]d of i [...]s mantle of green,
And the streams are fast bound by the frost:
When the peasant, inactive, stands shiv'ring with cold,
Bleak the winds as they northerly blow,
And the innocen slocks ton [...]or shelter to fold,
With their fl [...]eces all sp [...]inkled with snow.
In the yard when the cattle are fodder'd with straw,
And send forth their breath like a steam;
[Page 142] When the neat looking dairy maid sees she [...] thaw
Flakes of ice tha she firds on her cream;
The blithe country maiden as fresh as the roses
As she carelessly trips often sl [...]des,
And the rustics loud l [...]ugh, if in falling she she [...]
Those charms which her modesty hides.
When [...]he lads and the lass [...]s for company join'd
And round the hall embers are m [...],
Talk of witches, and fairies, that ride [...]n the wind,
And of ghost, ' [...]ill they're all in a sweat:
When the birds o [...]the barn-door come hov' [...]ing for food.
O [...] silen [...]ly sit on the spray;
And the poo [...]timid hare in v [...]in secks the wood,
For faithless her footsteps betray.
Heaven grant in that season it may be my lot,
With the girl that I love a [...]d admire,
When the [...]sickles hang to the ea [...]es of my cot,
I may [...]hither in safety retire:
There in neatness and quiet, and free from surprise,
May we live and no hardships endure,
Nor feel any turbulent passions arise,
But those which each other can cu [...]e.
SONG.
WE soldiers drink, we soldiers sing;
We fight our foes, and love our king,
Are ever brisk and jolly;
We know no care in peace or war;
[Page 143] [...] ask no wealth but fame and health,
A knapsack and a Dolly.
Then mirth invites, we seldom think;
Then honour calls, we never sh [...]ink;
But scorning melancholy,
[...]ert and gay, we march away
[...]o foreign parts with cheerful hearts,
A knapsack and a Dolly.
[...] doom'd to fall, the good and brave
Will dew with tears their soldiers grave,
Thus sadness is a folly;
His dauntless sword fame will record,
His comrade dear will prize and cheer,
His knapsack and his Dolly.
Then come, my noble heroes, come,
With sprightly fife and echoing drum,
With minds elate and jolly;
Let's take the fi [...]ld, nor ever yield
[...]o fortunes frowns, 'till conquest crowns
Our knapsack and our Dolly.
JACK IN HIS ELEMENT
BOLD Jack, the sailor, here he comes,
Pray how do you like my nib,
[...]y trowsers wide and trample on,
My nab and flowing jib,
I sail'd the seas from e [...]d to end,
And lead a joyous life,
At every mess we find a friend,
At every por [...] a wife.
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I have heard them talk of constancy,
Of grief and such like fun,
I have constant been to ten, cry'd I,
But never griev'd for one.
The flowing sails we tars unbend,
To lead a roving life,
At every mess we find a friend,
At every port a wife.
I have a spanking wife at Por [...]smou [...]h gates,
A pigmy at Goree,
An orange tawny up the Straits,
A black at St. Lucie.
Thus whatsoever c [...]urse we bend,
We lead a jovial life,
At every mess we find a friend,
At every port a wife.
Will Gaff by death was ta'en a back,
I came to bring the news,
Poll whimper'd sore, but what object,
I stood in William's shoes.
She got high chest, and at the end,
She loves me as her life,
And she has got an h [...]nest friend,
And I a loving wife.
Come all you sailors [...]hat do go,
The unfortunate [...]as to [...]ub;
You must work, love, and fight your foes,
And drink your gen [...]rous bub.
Storms that our masts in splinters tea [...]
Can take our joyou [...] life,
In every want we find a friend,
And every port a wife.
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ERIN GO BRAH!
A favorite Irish ditty
Tune—"Savourna Deilish."
GREEN were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O;
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah! *
Although our farm it was small, yet comforts we felt O.
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
At length came the day when our lease did expire.
And fain would I live where before liv'd my sire;
But, ah! well-a-day! I was forced to retire,
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
Though all taxes I paid, yet no vote could I pass, O;
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
Aggrandized no great man—and I seel it, alas! O;
Erin ma vorneen! s [...]n leat go brah!
Forced from my home; yea, from where I was born,
To range the wide world—poor, helpless forlorn;
I look back with regret—and my heart-strings are torn.
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
With principles' pure, patriotic and firm,
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
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To my country attached, and a friend to refo [...]
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
I supper'ed old Ireland—was ready to die for
If her foes e'er prevail'd, I was well known sigh for it;
But my faith I preserved, and am now forc'd fly for it.
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
In the North I see f [...]iends—too long was I blin [...] O;
Erin ma vorneen! slan leat go brah!
The cobwebs are broken, and fice is my mi [...]d O.
Erin ma vorneen! sla [...] leat go brah!
North and South [...]e [...]'s my hand—East and Wes [...] here's my h [...]a [...], O;
Le [...]'s [...]e'er he divided by any base art O,
But love [...]ne another, and never m [...]re part, [...]
Boie yudh ma vorneen! Erin go brah! †
But hark! I hear sounds, and my heart string bea [...]in [...].
Boie yudh ma vorn [...]en! Erin go brah!
Friendship adv [...]r [...]ng—d [...]l [...]sion r [...]en [...]i [...]g.
Boie yudh ma vorneen! E [...]in go brah!
We have number—and numbers do c [...]nstitute no [...]er;
Le [...]'s WILL TO BE FREE—and we're FREE from [...]ha lion:
Of Hibernia's Sons—ye [...]—we'll then be the flower.
Boie yudh ma vorneen! Erin go brah!
[Page 147] [...] long have we suffer'd, and too long lamented;
Boie yudh ma vorneen! Erin go brah!
[...] courage undaunted it may be prevented.
Boie yudh ma vorneen! Erin go brah!
[...] more by opp [...]ess [...]rs let us be ass [...]gh [...]ed,
[...]t with heart, and with hand, be fi [...]mly UNITED;
[...]or by ERIN GO BRAH!—'tis thus we'll be righted!
Boie yudh ma vorneen! Erin go brah!
COMMON SENSE.
Tune, "Gi [...]l I left behind me."
OH why should weak deluded man,
So long co [...]tinue blind, si [...]?
[...]hy should he alse a fan [...]i [...]d form,
To impose upon his mind, sir?
[...]hen all appear of equal worth
Before the eye of Heaven;
Why should he [...]dl, dread that power,
Which he himself has given.
Why should he tamely bow to those
Who class him with the swine, sir?
Who b [...]d him eat his bitter bread,
N [...]r off [...]r to repine, si [...]?
Who d [...]re alas, wi [...]h shameless front;
Assert that 'twould do good, sir;
If e'er he murmur forth h [...]s wrongs,
To silence them with blood, sir.
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Why should the gewgaw tricks of [...]ate,
Impose upon his reason?
Such toys and play-things are but fit
For childhood's simple season.
The jewels sparkling on the breast,
A child's regard may win, sir.
The manly mind locks not for these,
But asks the gem within, sir.
MAN wants no ornament of state,
No trick to make him greater,
The Pompous vestments but deface
The image of his Maker;
The simple garb and plain attire
The honest heart best suit, sir,
For Virtue only makes the man
Superior to the brute, sir.
THE HAPPY REFORMATION.
Tune—"Maggy Lauder."
BRAVE Country men, both great and small,
Your FREEDOM now regain it;
A lesson I will give to you,
How we are to obtain it:—
In UNION's band be firm and true,
And still we'll grow the stronger;
Nor shall we groan bene [...]th the yoke
Of tyrants any longer
Tol, lol, &c.
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[...]me nature form'd us all alike,
The brethren of one Nation,
Why should we then jar and fight,
To please men in high station!
Be patient, wise, and virtue prize—
This will be our salvation;
Let quarrels ce [...]se, and be in peace—
Oh! happy Reformation.
Tol, lol, &c.
The cause is good the works your own—
Then do it to perfection;
Let wisdom guide you in the way,
Walk strict by her direction,
Which, join'd with courage' ne'er can fail.
And manly resolution,
For to accomplish LIBERTY,
And banish persecu [...]ion.
Tol, lol, &c.
Go on, my boys, you know your rights,
Be sure that you do gain them:
Courtiers, creatures, and their power,
Now see that you disdain them;
Their pimps and spies, likewise despise—
Be steady in your station;
Assist the distressed and much oppr [...]ss'd,
Whether cousin or relation.
Tol, lol, &c.
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THE GREEN FLAG.
Tune "The Girl I left behind me"
HIBFRNIA's Sons, the Patriot band,
Claim their Emancip [...]tion,
Arous'd from steep, they wish to be
An INDEPENDENT NATION;
United firm, like men of sense,
And ruly patriotic,
They vow they will not pay their pence
To any power despotic.
See shame fac'd mis'ry at the door,
IERNE's Peasant st [...]rving;
While landlor [...]s, absen [...]ees and knaves
In England waste each farthing:
And thus thei [...] crimes our country stain.
Vi [...]e [...]obbers and oppressors,
We hope th [...]t yet a time will come
To punish such tra [...]sgressors.
Hibernia then will raise her head,
The GREEN FLAG wide extending,
Her HARP well tu [...]'d to Liberty,
Her sons their rights defending;
Justice then begins her reign
Triumphant in our nation,
Good will on earth, and peace to man,
Throughout the whole creation.
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SEE YOUR COUNTRY RIGHTED.
Tune "Maggy Lauder,"
ASSEMBLED in our country's cause,
Let's hail the happy season!
We fear no frowns nor court applause,
Pursuing Truth and Reason.
Boldly all with heart and ha [...]d
Here we meet united,
And by each other firmy stand,
To s [...]e our country righted.
Long ben [...]ath the rod we lay,
Plundered and comented;
But no more shall tyron [...] sway,
Our wrongs shall be resented.
Boldly all with heart, &c.
See the rich and s [...]mp [...]uous board!
Ha pies all forrounding,
Seize our wea [...]th to swell the hoard,
In luxury abounding.
Boldly all with heart, &c.
Shall we tamely yet resign,
Our pu [...]se to thes [...] Collectors?
And hall them with a RIGHT DIVINE!
Away with such protectors.
Boldly all with heart, &c.
Fearless of their lawless pow'r,
E [...]np [...]ys [...]ns of chander;
Let them bluster out their hour,
They shall soon knoek under.
Boldly all with heart, &c.
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Brave the dangers that surround,
Bid them all defiance i
Truth eternal is our ground,
THE PEOPLE our alliance.
Boldly then with heart, &c.
See our numbers how they grow!
Crowding and dividing;
Eager all their rights to know,
Reason still presiding.
Boldly all with heart, &c.
Let us then as friends agree;
Kings and Priests dissemble;
War and strife they love to see,
UNION makes them tremble.
Boldly all with heart and hand, &c.
THE IRISH VOLUNTEERS.
Tune "Volunteers March,"
IN what history can you find,
Of all the soldiers of mankind,
A host of heroes form'd in line,
Like IRISH VOLUNTEERS!
In ancient, or in modern days,
Did poets ever tune their lays,
To patrioto crown'd with so much praise,
As IRISH VOLUNTEERS?
What bright days throughout the year,
[Page 153] At our reviews the na [...]ion cheer,
When crowds immense haste far and near,
T'admire our VOLUNTEERS!
The brave alone deserve the fair:
The ladies who best judges are,
Assert no soldiers can compare
With IRISH VOLUNTEERS?
THE NEGRO's COMPLAINT.
Tune, "How perfect is expression."
FORC'D from home, and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn,
T' increase a stranger's treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne.
Men from England bought and sold me,
Paid my pricerin paltry gold;
Tho' theirs they have enroll'd me,
Minds are never to be sold.
Still in 'thought as free as ever,
What are England's rights? I ask,
From my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task?
Fleecy locks, and black complexion,
Cannot forfelt nature' [...] claim:
Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in black and white the same.
Why did all-creating nature
Make the plant for which we toil?
Sighs must fan it, tears must water,
[Page 154] Sweat of ours must dress the soil.
Think, ye masters iron-hearted!
Lolling at your jovial boards,
Think, how many backs have smarted
For the sweets your cane affords!
Is there, as ye sometimes tell us
Is there one who reigns on high!
Has he bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne the sky,
Ask him, if your knoted scourges,
Fet [...]e [...]s, blood extorting screws,
Are the means which duty urges
Agenes of his will to use?
Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find,
W [...]hier of regard and stronger
Than the colour of our kind.
Slaves of gold! whose sordid dealings,
Taroish all your boasted pow'rs,
Prove that you have human seelings,
Ere you proudly question our's!
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THE GRAVE DIGGER'S ADDRESS, TO THE PRINCE OF WALES.
Tune "Merrily danc'd the Quaker."
Go on, brave Prince, increase your debts,
They'll all be reimbursed;
So many friends you do support,
The rest are easy forced—
Go on, I say—advance your cause.
You'll soon come to the crown, sir,
And then with ware and luxury
You'll make my pot b [...]il brown, sir.
Yet merrily will the people dance,
And merrily will they caper,
Merrily will they all rejoice
When freed from such a creature.
And honour to the land you're sure,
To have in t [...] blood royal;
And tho' the Peasont toils for you,
He's hang'd if not quite loyal
Why then should God's anointed band
In luxury be bounded?—
Then th [...]ow the public wealth away,
As if the nation found it.
Yet merrily, &c.
When men for Liberty shall call,
You must like all s [...]load them,
And then the smouther they will go
When you ind [...]ne to goad them:
[Page 156] They'll cry you're then a mighty prince,
A noble benefactor,
And pliant to your will they'll be,
As if you were Protector.
Yet merrily, &c.
But now as to your King-chance, sir,
Indeed I would not buy it,
Or if I had it in my pow'r,
I would not like to try it.
would as soon a Tinker be
Aud buckle on my budget,
As live upon the starving poor,
And hear mankind begrudge it.
Yet merrily, &c.
Farewell great, noble, royal sir—.
Your titles I've forgot them,
But if I had them in my pow'r,
I certainly would ROT them;
By ME, indeed, you should be prais'd,
Likewise your ROYAL DAD; sir,
For by his wars, and your excess,
I've got a fat Church yard, sir.
Yet merrily will the people dance,
And merrily will they caper;
Merrily will they all rejoice.
When freed from such a creature.
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THE UNION OF PARTIES.
Tune "The Cudgel."
GRAND Juries those time-serving knaves,
With arrogant pow'r maintain,
That Catholic emancipation
We have not a right to obtain.
But oh, for a UNION OF PARTIES,
A UNION OF PARTIES for me,
And when that we are all United,
Poor Ireland then will be free.
Arrah Jurymen tho' I'm a Connaughtman,
Yet I am sorry to see,
Yon t [...]be of oppressors combining
To hinder us all to be free.
But oh, &c.
Says the Jurymen, TEADY be easy,
I remember the time you were worse;
Says TEADY I well do remember,
That day was old Ireland's curse.
But, oh, &c.
I was worse faith, but soon I'll be better,
Dear neighbours I'll let you to see;
For the faster the Romans are rising,
The sooner the country they'll free.
But, oh, &c.
They said I had a house, and a garden
To give me potatoes and bread:
[Page 158] [...] on Michaelmas day, the Landlord
He canted them over my head.
But, oh, &c.
Then from my ho [...]se and my garden
I was forc'd with my family to go;
Obliged to travel the nation.
In pover [...]y, hardships and woe.
But, oh, &c.
When we have thrown by our division,
Our mis'ry will soon dis [...]ppear,
And the tythers and taxcr [...] of mankind
Will shrink with horror and fea [...].
But, oh, &c.
No longer the agen's of power,
Will by our hard labour be fed;
And the labouring poor of the nation
Will then find plenty of bread.
But, oh, for a Union of Parties,
A Union of Parties for me;
And when that we all are United,
Poor Ireland then will be Free.
THE PLACEMEN AND PENSIONER ADDRESS TO THE SWINISH MULTITUDE.
Tune "Derry Down."
YE vile swinish herd, in the fly of taxatio [...]
What would you be after disturbing th [...] nation?
Give over your grumbling—be off—to your fly
[Page 159] [...] dare to look out if a king should pass by.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
Do you know what a king is?—By Patrick I'll tell you,
He has power in his pocket to buy you and sell you:
To make you his soldiers, or keep you to work,
To hang you, or cure you, for ham or salt pork.
D [...]rry down, &c.
Do you think that a king is no more than a man?
Ye I [...]sh, ye sw [...]nish ironical cl [...]n!
I swear by his offi [...]e, his right is divine,
To flog you, and seed you, and treat you like swine.
Derry down, &c.
To be sure I have said—but I spoke it abrupt,
That the state is defective, and also corrupt:
Yet, remember I to [...]d you with pre [...]a mon to peep,
For swine at a distance we prudently keep.
Derry down, &c.
Now the Church and the state, to keep each other warm.
Are married together, pray where is the harm?
How healthy and wealthy are h [...]sb [...]nd and wife!
But swine are excluded the conjugat life.
Derry down, &c.
What use do we make of your money? you say;
By the first law in nature—we take our own pay,
[Page 160] [...] next on our friends a few pensions be [...]ow
[...] to you we apply when our treasure runs low
Derry down, &c.
What know you of commons, of kings or of lords,
But what the dim light of taxation affords?
Be conten [...]ed with that and no more of your rout.
Or a new Proclamation will muzzle your snout.
Derry down, &c.
THE TRUMPET OF FAME.
Tune, "Planksty Connor."
GOOD People I pray you attend to me,
Who wish to set your Country FREE.
In UNION's band
Join hand in hand,
And be ye fi [...]mly UNITED;
The virtuous and brave will commend you,
And LIBERTY's Sons will befriend you,
The Ladies, so fair,
Your victories will share,
The prayers of the poor will attend you.
Tol, lol, &c.
Your Country's rights, on you depends,
Then cheer up your hearts my trusty friends;
In bondage perceive
Your bre [...]hren doth grieve.
By slavery so long degraded:
To LIBERTY's arms I call you,
[Page 161] Let no despotic power enthral you,
No time serving imps,
Their spies or their pimps;
Shall ever find shelt [...]r among you.
Tol, lol, &c.
Be wise, ye Irishmen, and brave,
Persevere—you will your country save;
The B [...]stiles you'll tea [...],
The SHAMROCK you'll wear,
In spite of all knaves and usurpers:
With wisdom view man in his station,
Ye Sons of the brave I [...]ish Nation;
May the Trumpet of Fame
Your FREEDOM proclaim,
And meet with mankind's approbation.
THE PATRIOT YOUTH.
Tune, "Donald Brann."
GALLANT nation foes no more,
Ge [...]'rous I [...]sh hail the day,
When from Hiberni [...]'s cul [...]ur'd shore
We chace [...]yrannic power away.
Tol, lol, &c.
Late a band of Patriots rose,
Firm in Freedom's [...]lorious cause;
Feeble slaves in vain oppose
Rights secur'd by equal laws.
Tol, lol, &c.
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Verdant myrtles deck their brows,
Branchy leaves their blades entwin;
While, like us, they pay their vows
To each Patriot Hero's shrine.
Martial youths in Ireland bred,
Kindled with cogenial zeal,
Freedom' [...] pa [...]h reso [...]v'd to tread,
J [...]a [...]ous of the public weal.
Tol, lol, &c.
Should tyrannic [...]ower again
Raise its hydrae head on high,
Welcome then the hostile plain,
Freemen, da [...]ndess, dare [...]o die!
Tol, lol, &c.
Ve [...]dant myrtles, branchy pride,
Shall t [...]eir thirsty blades entwine;
No, gen'rous yo [...]th be not dis [...]nay'd,
The Rignis or Man you'll ne'er resign.
Tol, lol, &c.
THE TRIUMPH OF TRUTH.
Tune, "Mo [...]gan Ratler."
ARRAH! PADDY, dear boy, my heart and my jo [...];
Tune up your HARP. in the cause of our Country;
With repub [...]ican [...]lee still le us agree.
And gallantly plant the Tree of Liberty.
[Page 163] The people, you see, do now all agree,
In spite of the tribe that long divided them;
We'll throw off the yoke—huzza! for the stroke,
Sure, gramachree. PADDY, we'll have day about with them.
Tol, lol, &c.
Was Ireland Free, how snug I would be!
Myself and my neighbours would live to happily;
No tax would we pay, but what would defray
The [...]en [...]e of the nation, laid out honestly:
Till that time shall come, l [...]t dissentions be mum;
What signifies quarrelting—we are Irishmen;
All religious disputes hereafter he mu [...]e,
And unite to opp [...]se the mem that first ra [...]sed them,
Tol, lol, &c.
Hibernians you see, like brothers should be
And live like one family, happy and lovingly:
No artful knaves would then make them slaves;
But all would be mirth and conviviality.
For the rights of Man we'l jo [...]n heart and hand,
The cause it is good, we never will fly for it:
Truta, I'll be ba [...]l in the [...]ud must prevail—
By the holy St. PATRICK we'll fig [...]t till we die ror it.
Tol, lol, &c.
Ye Irishmen bold, let truth now be told—
English i [...]fluence has long enslaved us;
But n [...]w comes the time, our n [...]t on will shine,
As Providence, sure [...]ha [...] assi [...]ed us.
[Page 164] Sweet FREEDOM appear, & [...]very heart cheer
Relieving from chains those bound by iniquity
Let justice preside our footsteps to guide,
And lead us to peace and joyous tranquility.
Tol, lol, &c.
SONG
SONS of Bacchua lets be gay,
Nimbly move the cheerful glass;
Life is short and glides away,
Let it then in pleasure pass:
Phoebus now may hide his light,
Silver Cyn [...]hia cease to shine,
Bacch [...]s' rays are far more bright,
Sparkling from the gen'rous wine.
When the nymph is coy and cold,
And puts on a scornful air,
Bacchus makes the lover bold,
Gour [...]ge ever gains the fair:
While the fool who wastes his time,
Trisling o'er insipid tea,
Ne'er can aim at things sublime,
'Till he freely drinks like me.
[Page 165]
A CALL TO IRISHMEN.
Tune, "Wolf at Quebec."
NOW Hibernians bold and brave,
Let us all combine and save
This our Nation, from dire slavery.
For they rob us of our rights:
And till Irishmen UNITES.
We need never expect to be FREE.
Let us pull those villains down,
Base minions of a crown,
To enslave us is all they desire;
And too well they did succeed:
But Hiber [...]in shall be freed,
And fell tyranny shall foon expire,
Let us all our FREEDOM gain,
And our LIBERTY maintain,
That our moite henceforward may be—
Let Hibe [...]nia est in Peace,
And each Party quarrel ceas [...]—
Le a [...]l Mankind Un [...]te and be FREE.
Let us cast [...]way the yoke,
And our cha [...]ns will soon be, broke—
We will then bo a Nation once more:
Then our honour shall [...]evive,
When they see we are alive:
Le! fair FREEDOM approaches our shore.
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HONEST PAT.
Tune, "Girl I left behind me."
HIBERNIA's Sons, with hearts elate,
Who ha [...]e des [...]o [...]ie fl [...]v'ry,
No jorn w [...]th us the cause is great,
Display your I [...]sh brav' [...];
To crush chose k [...]aves that us e [...]slaves'
Our g [...]us shall roa [...] like thunder,
And let hem see that we'll not be
By tyrants long kept under.
Old Grana g [...]oans, laments and moans,
Sore goaded by oppressors:
We are her Sons, the only [...]n's,
Can be her so [...]e redresso [...]s;—
She loadly calls to one and all,
To cu [...] her ch [...]ins asunder:
Her [...]yc [...]nts [...]ear, and greatly fear
That us they can't keep under.
To miss this time would be a crime,
W [...]st [...]uro [...] is affrighted;
Wan warlike rage, now is the age
To see our country right [...]d.
A thing [...]yra [...]me, struck by PAT,
To dust shall m [...] der under;
The hero's f [...]et shall tram l [...]t—
For us they shan's keep under.
No S [...]a [...]esman g [...]eat. Priest or Prelate;
Shall st [...]p ou [...] bo [...]d concep [...]i [...]a;
When we are join'd, with firm [...]ess bound,
[Page 167] We'll baffle their deceptions,
A bill of woe, by [...]he junto,
Has passed through the House quick,
For to defile Hibernia's Isle,
And bird down honest PATRICK.
THE VIRTUCUS WARRIORS.
Tune, "Rossin C [...]stle."
HAIL! undaunr [...]d Hibernians true offspring of light,
Whose hearts won't recoil, nor give back to the fight;
Whose minds are unshaken whose breasts courage warms.
To try FREEDOM's cause by the strong dint of arms;
There's a choice here before you, pray which will you take?
Will you stand by old Ireland and die for her sake?
Will you bring down oppression, or fall by its grasp?
Will you fly from your brethren, and leave them opprest?
Vile oppressors I'm ready your minions to fight,
Your threats and bravadoes my mind shan't affright;
I have one life to lose—I have laid it at stake,
I'm resolv'd—and you'll never my fortitude shake:
[Page 168] Why should heroes be backward their fate to receive,
Since all mankind must fleep in a dark files grave?
We have a great CREATOR, who sees from on high,
And without his command not a Sparrow can die.
Do you think to affright me by weapons d [...] death?
By power you may force me to yield up my brea [...]h:
Yet the high effervescence of glory I feel.
Condemning your actions—despising your fleel:
What a glory it is for a warrior to fall.
By the thurst of a pike, or the force of a ball:
But what horrid disgrace from his country to fly,
Just because he a moment the sooner must die.
You think Irishmen cowards—the error you'l see,
They will yet be a nation—they soon will be Free;
It will sorely surprise you to see them fland forth,
The rabble of the South with the swine of us North.
Let us boldly press forward with hearts undismay'd,
For what should we tremble, or of what be afraid?
Let it ne'er be recorded Hiberniars would fly—
But stand firm by each other, and conquer or die.
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LIBERTY's ADDRESS TO HER FRIENDS IN IRELAND.
Tune. "Rejected Mason."
MY name is FREEDOM, new come o'er,
In priva [...]e, to this Nation,
I [...]vel'd round from shore to shore
To find out true relations;
My friends are true, and kind enough
To entertain a stranger,
But dare no own me openly
They're so exposed to danger.
Tol, lol, &c.
My trusty friends if you'll Unite,
And give me your assistance—
For Church and State are both combin'd
To banish my exi [...]tence:
But if you'll true and rusty be,
And borsi your chains asunder,
My Fiag snali wave high in the air,
And make the nations wonder.
Tol, lol, &c.
Then we'll possess Hibernia's Isle,
And I no more will wander;
Young men and maids right j [...]y fully,
Sh [...]l r [...]ly [...]oun [...] the [...]d [...]rd:
No h [...]st [...]e blood s [...]all stain the jo [...]l,
Each one their lov [...] enjoying;
Your h [...]a is and s [...]irus will r [...]j [...]ice
To see the Green Flag slying.
Tol, lol, &c.
[Page 170]
My loving Sons who are consin'd,
I hope you're not complaining,
Be not afraid—do not repin:—
I'm sure you know my meaning:
For were it proper at t [...]is time,
You know it's my d [...]sire,
Your Freedom soon should be obtained,
Tho' thousands should expire.
Tol, lol, &c.
MUTUAL LOVE. A SONG.
Tune,—As Chloe on flowers reclin'd.
ON a brook's grassy brink, [...]n the winow cool shade,
The primroses pressing, a damsel was said;
She smil'd on the tide tha [...] roll'd limpid along,
Beholding herself, to herself sung this song.—
The 'Squire's fine lady last night he brough home;
What! ho' in such gay clothes from London she's come,
Had I costly fashions, as well should I seem,
For fairer my face is, if truth's in this stream,
Thro' church yard on Sunday, as flowly I treas
While gaping louts, grinning, on Tombstoo [...] are spread:
I hear how they praise me, I keep on my [...]ay,
And, down-looking, seem not to heed what the say.
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Sometimes lords and captains, all over perfume;
Will st [...]p me, and [...]ell me, I'm beauty in bloom:
That I rival h [...]rose.—that I'm whiter than snow:
I simper, and simply say,—"Don't jeer one so."
They've press'd me, they've promis'd, nay offer'd me gold.
Sometimes (I assure them) they've strove to be bo [...]d:
They've talk'd of my treasure, they've call'd it a gem;
To be sure so it is, but it is not for [...]em.
No! no! 'tis for him, and 't [...]s only his part,
Who's [...]he man of my hope, and the hope o [...] my heart;
Who frien [...]ly instructs me, wh [...] fondly can play,
And h [...]s eyes always speak what his wishes would say.
The ranging bee sweets from the honey-cup fr [...]s.
As swee I [...]ste love f [...]om the touch of his lips;
Oft my cheek on he fleece of my [...]bkins I est,
But col [...]s that pillow compard to his breast
'Tis here for my fair one!—her I ver reply'd,
O'er he hedge as he leap'd, a [...]d light drop [...]'d at her side;
She [...]a [...]ed! a moment jife's bloom left her face,
But quick' [...]was recall'd by the warmen of embrace.
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She languishing lay in love's tenderest scene,
And question'd the rambler where [...]' [...]was he had been?
Why so he would fright ther—sh [...]'d scold him she [...]ow'd;
But a kiss was his plea, and that psea was allow'd.
'Till by kisses o'ercome, to his trans [...]orts she yi [...]rds,
The [...]andscapes were lost, and forgot were the fields;
Each fe [...] those sensations, susceptibles prove,
Who, mutually mel [...]ing, exchange mutual love.
MARTIALIS EPIGRAMMA. Lib. vi. Ep. 34. Imitated.
COME Chloe, and give me sweet k [...]sses,
For sweeter sure never girl gave;
For why, [...]n the mid [...] of our bl [...]sses,
Do you ask me how many I'd have?
I'm not to be stanted in pleasure,
Then pray thee my charmer be kind;
For wailst [...] love thee above measure,
To numbers I'll ne'er be confin'd.
Count the bees that on Hyb'a are [...]laving,
Count the fl [...]w'rs that enamel its field,
Cou [...]t the flocks that on Tempe are traying,
Or the grain that rich Sic [...]y yields;
Go number the stars in the heaven,
[Page 173] Count how many sands on the shore;
When so many [...]i [...]es you've given,
I [...]ill shall be craving for more.
To a hear [...] full of love let m [...] hold thee,
To a hea [...]t which, dear Chloe is thine,
With my a [...]ms I'l for ever in [...]ld thee,
And swift round thy limbs [...] v [...]ne,
What joy can be greater than this is?
My life on thy lips shall be s [...]ent;
Bu [...] the wretch that can number his kisses,
With few will be ever content.
TO A YOUNG LADY WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES, ON VALENTINE'S DAY.
BR [...]MFUL of anger—not of love,
The champion sends his foe a glove;
But I, that have a double share.
Of the softer p [...]ssi [...]n—send a pair:
Nor think it, dearest Delia, cru [...]l
Than I invite you to a duel.
Ready to meet you face to face,
A [...] any time, in any plac [...]:
Nor shall I leave you in the lurch,
Tho' you should dare to fix [...]he chu [...]ch:
There come equipp'd with all your charms,
A ring and licence are my ar [...].
I will [...] try,
Resolv'd to fight, tho' sure to die.
[Page 174]
SONG
WHEN Fanny, blooming fair,
First caught my ravish'd sight;
Stro [...]k with her shape and air,
I felt a strange deli [...]h [...]:
Wh [...]lst eage [...]ly I gaz'd,
Adm [...]ring every part,
And ev'ry feature prais'd,
She stole into [...]m hea [...]t.
In her hew [...]ching eyes,
Ten thous [...]n loves appear;
There Cupid basking [...]es.
H [...]s shafis a [...]e hoarded there,
Her blooming checks are dy'd,
Wi [...]h colour a [...] heir own,
Exce [...]ling far the pride,
Of roses n [...]wly blown.
Her well turn'd limb [...] confess,
The lucky hand of Jove;
Her foatures all express
The beauteous queen of love;
When sl [...]mes my nerves invade;
When I behold the breast
Of [...]hat too c [...]arming maid
Rise sung to be pres [...]d!
Venus round Fenry's [...]aisl,
Has her own cestus bound,
With guardian Cupid's grac'd,
Who dance the circle round.
How happy m [...]st he be,
Who shall her zone unloose!
Tha [...] liss to all but me.
May heaven and she refuse.
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SONG.
TO make the man kind, and keep true to your bed,
Whom your ch [...]ce or your dess [...]ny, brings you to wed;
Take an hin [...] from a friend, whom experience has [...]a [...]g [...]t,
And ex [...]nce, we know, never fails when 'tis bought!
The a [...]ts which you practis'd at first to ensnare,
(For in love little arts, as in battle, are [...]a [...])
Whether neatn [...]s, or prudence, or wit were the bait,
Let the hook still be cover'd and still play the cheat.
Shou'd he fancy ano [...]her, upbraid not his flame!
To reproach him is never the way to reclaim;
'Tis more to recover, than conquer an heart;
For one is all nature, the other all art.
'Tho a fairer than you he should happen to see
Be pleas'd with his choice, and then wish you were she:
Slyly find out your rival's particular charms.
And at night be the very ' [...]be girl in his arms.
G [...]od sense is to them, what a face is to you;
Flatter that, and like us, they but think it their due:
[Page 176] Doubt the streng [...]h of your judgment, compa [...] to his own,
And he [...]ll give you perfections, at pe [...]sent u [...] known.
Shou'd you learn that your rival his bounty partakes,
And your m [...]rit [...]d favour, ungrateful, forsakes
Sall, still debonair: still ergaging and free,
Be deaf, tho' you hear; and be blind, while you see.
LAMENTABLE CASE.
Submitted to the Ba [...]h Physicians.
YE fam'd physician [...] of this place,
Hear Strephon's and poor Chloe's case,
Nor think tha [...] I am j [...]king:
When she wo [...]'d, he can not comply,
W [...]en [...]e wou'd d [...]in [...]; sh [...]'s not a-dry,
And is not this provoking?
A [...] night when Strephon comes to rest,
Chloe rec [...]ives him on her breast,
With fondly-folding arms:
Down, down he han [...]s his drooping head,
Falls fast asleep, and lies as dead,
Neglecting all her charms.
Reviving when the mo [...]n returns,
With rising flames young Strephon burns,
[Page 177] And fain, won'd fain be doing;
[...]u [...] C [...]e, now sl [...]ep, or sick,
Has no gr [...]at relish for the trick,
And sadly bau [...]k [...] his wooing.
O cru [...]l and disast' rous case.
When in the cri [...]ical embrace,
That only one is burning!
Dear docto [...]s, set this ma [...]ter right,
Give Strephon spi [...]ts over night,
Or Chloe in the morning.
THE POET's TALE; OR, THE CAUTIOUS BRIDE.
BRIDES. in all countries, have been reckon'd.
For the first night, tim [...]d and coolish,
If they co [...]inue so the second,
They a [...]w [...]ys have been reckon'd foolish.
The reason's obvi [...]us and plai [...]—
In many nice and t [...]cklish cas [...]s,
There's much o [...]l [...]se, and nought to gain,
By aff [...]ction and grimaces:
A brid [...] groom, on [...]he second night,
Wh [...]pt off the bed clothes in surprise,
Behold my dear, said he, a si [...]ht,
Enough to make your cho [...]r rise.
She turn'd away as red as s [...]a [...]let.
W [...]ist he cononu'd, p [...]a [...] [...]hold;
Lay h [...]ds on that outrag [...]ou [...] [...]a [...]le [...],
That looks so impudent and bold.
[Page 178] This is the fifteenth time in vain,
He ha [...]h been sent to jail and fet [...]er'd
But there's no prison can contain
A prison breaker like JACK SHEPHARD.
The bride turn'd round, and took her place;
After some study [...]ng a [...]d [...]hi [...]king—
Said she, recovering her face
Tho' modesty still kept her winking;
In vain the vagabond' [...] commited,
And to hard work and labour sent,
If you, his keeper, are outwitted
By his pretending to repent.
You treat him ru [...]gedly and hard,
Wh [...]lst any ins [...]lence appears,
But you're disarm'd, and off your guard,
The moment that he falls in te [...]s.
Now you must know that I suspect
A fe [...]low-feeling in such shape,
O [...] else you would not, through neglect,
Let him continually escape.
I'll lend n [...] hand, unless you'll swear,
Tha [...] you'll delive him to me,
And suffer m [...] to keep him there,
'Till I consent to set him free.
THE UNION OF BEAUTY AND WINE. A SONG.
Tune,—Attend all ye fair ones, I'll tell you the ar [...]
ONE day at her toilet, as Venus b [...]gan
To prepare for her face-making duty.
[Page 179] Bacchus stood at her elbow, and swore that her plan
Would not help it, but hinder her beauty.
A bottle young Semele held up to view,
And begg'd sh [...]'d observe his directions—
This burgund [...], dear Cytharea, will do,
'Tis a [...]odge that refines all complexions.
Too polite to resuse him, the bumper she sips,
On his knees, the buck begg'd she'd encore;
The joy-giving goddess, with wine-moisten'd lips,
Declared she wou'd hob- [...]ob once more.
Out of the window each wash, paste, and powder, she hurl'd,
And the god of the gra [...]e vow'd to join;
Shook hards, sign'd and l [...]al [...]d, then bid fame tell the world.
The Union of Beauty and Wine.
ON A LADY's GIRDLE.
THAT which her slender waist confin'd,
Shall now my joyful temples bind:
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heav'n's extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely dear;
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all withiu this circle move.
[Page 180]
A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair!
Give me but what this [...]ibb [...]n bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
SONG.
YE belles and ye flirts, & [...] pert little thin [...]
Who trip in this fr [...]some round,
Pray tell me from whence this indecency spring
The sexes at once to confound;
What means the cock'd ha [...], and the masculi [...] air,
With each motion design'd to perplex?
Brigh [...] eyes [...]ere intended to languish, not [...]
And s [...]f [...]ness the test of your sex.
The girl who on beauty depends for support,
May c [...]l ev'ry art to her aid;
The b [...]som display'd, and [...]he [...]eticoat short,
Are samples she gives of her t [...]ade.
But you, on whom fortune indulg [...]tly smi [...]s,
And whom pride has preserv'd from the [...]
Should [...] attack us, with [...] and wiles,
Not with open and insolent air.
The Venus, whose [...] delights all mankind,
Shrinks modesty back from [...]he v [...]w,
And kindly shou'd seem by the artist design'd
To serve as a model for you.
Th [...]n learn with her beauties to copy her air,
Nor venture too much to reveal;
[Page 181] Our fancies will paint with you cover with care,
And double each charm you conceal.
The blushes of morn, and the mildness of May,
Are charms which no art can procure;
Oh! be but yourselves, and our homage we pay,
And your empire is solid and sure.
But if Amazon like you attack your gallants,
And put us in fear of our lives,
You may do very well for sisters and aunts,
But, believe me, you'll never be wives.
SONG.
Tune,—I fix'd my fancy on her.
BRIGHT Cynthia's power, divinely great.
What heart is not obeying?
A thousand Cupid's on her wait,
And in her eyes are playing,
She se [...]ms the queen of love to reign,
For she alone dispenses
Such sweets, as best can entertain
The gust of all the senses.
Her face a charming prospect brings,
Her breach gives balmy blisses.
I hear an angel when she sings,
And taste of heaven in kisses.
Four senses thus she feasts with joy,
From nature [...]s richest treasure;
Let me the other sense employ,
And I shall die with pleasure,
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SONG.
AS pensive on the Severn's side,
Cleora, soon to be & bride,
Sort sighing to the breeze was laid;
Was ever so forlorn a m [...]id?
Y [...] you from her plaint cou'd learn,
Was, when will Isidore return?
My Isidore, ah! when will Isido [...]e return
The panting swain her plainings heard,
And instant at her feet appear'd;
But mark the cry [...]d [...]ssembling fair,
And learn of virgins to beware;
At once she sl [...]ly cha [...]g'd her tune
To—Isidore return too soon,
My Isidore, ah! Isidore returns too soon.
E [...]tr [...]n [...]'d he snach'd a glowing kiss
Ambrosial an epast of b [...]ss;
The bashful damsel hung he [...] heard,
And [...]hus with foul [...]r [...]ng [...]sh said,
W [...]h lips that for bely'd her hear;
My Isid [...]re again depart.
My Isidore, ah! Isidore again depart.
Regardl [...]ss of her fancied fears,
For joy as well as grief his [...]e [...]rs;
The youth, all e [...]ger to be [...]ll
Next dawn d [...]coy'd her to the p [...]iest;
And [...] you now her no [...]e wou'd know,
'Tis Isidore no more shall go
My Isidore, ah! Isidore no more shall go.
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ROGER AND MOLLY.
BENEATH a weaping willow's shade,
Mel [...]ng with love, [...]air Molly la [...]d,
Her cows were fe [...]ding by:
By turns she kni [...], by turns she sung,
[...] ever slow'd from Mo [...]ly's tongue,
[...] deep in love am I!"
[...] han [...]'d to stroll along,
A [...] am'mus son [...],
And [...] [...]igh:
Straight o'er [...] be made his way,
And j [...]in'd wi [...] [...] lay;
"How deep [...]"
The quick ser [...]s: ma [...] [...],
"How [...]de," she cried; [...] [...]he hush!"
Yet show'd a yielding eye [...].
"My needle's bent my worste.
Roger. I only meant in joke.!"
"How deep in love am I?"
"You're rude—get out—I won't be kiss [...]
"Pray don't—yes do! begone— [...]ersist!
"Roger, I vow I'll cry!
"Wh [...] are you at—you roguish swine?"
He answ [...]d [...]n a dying st [...]ain.
"How deep in love am I!"
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A RIDDLE.
IN infancy I knew a spot,
Where flowers ne'er had blown;
Where creeping moss had never got,
Where seed was never sown:
But when to years maturer grown,
The spot was deck'd with flower
Seed flourish'd whensoever so [...].
And lik'd reviving show [...] [...]
Within this little s [...] [...]
A cooling found [...]
Here, Venus [...]
And spe [...] [...] [...]ys.
The s [...] [...] [...]he Milky Way,
[...] pow'r,
[...] lose a day!
[...] an hour.
[...] this fount a shady grove,
[...] lovely Venus dear:
Where all the loves and graces rove,
And Wanton all the year,
The only grove where Ida's dove,
Is known to build her nest:
Wherein the little god of love
Creeps, from his mother's breast.
A smoother plain beyond the fount
Extends than Tempe sweet,
[Page 385] Wherein appears a little mount,
Which Cupid makes his seat.
Two snowy mountains rise above,
Fairest beneath the skies:
Which Venus nam'd the hills of love,
Because, when prest they rise.
LYDY CHURNING.
BRIM full of love fat Lydy sat,
Cheeks like a blooming plum:
Sweating with all a maiden's strength,
To make the butter come.
In vain she churn'd, in vain she try'd;
O, would our Roger come!
For nothing but a Roger's strength
Can make my butter come.
Within the pantry Roger skulk'd,
And heard this am'rous hum;
Then fixing fast on Lydy'd churn,
He made her butter come.
Lydy cried out—O Roger on—
That day may I be dumb,
If once I toil—when you so soon
Can make my butter come.
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SONG.
LONG time I've enjoy'd the soft transports of love.
I' [...] bill'd like a sparrow, and coo'd like a dove;
In woodpine alcove, or in j [...]samin bow' [...]
To many fond shepherds I've [...]sten'd a [...] hour;
But now for such p [...]asu [...]es I care not a rush,
No bird's in the hand, but one in the b [...]sh.
Young Colin's caresse enspir'd me with joy,
And Damon's soft vows I thought never could cloy;
With each I have sa [...]in the fav'ri [...]e retreat,
And beheld with de [...]ght each fond swa [...]n at my feet;
But now for [...]uch pleasures I care not a rush,
No bird's in the hand, but one in the bush.
Gay Strephon declares I'm the girl to his mind,
If he proves sincere, I'll be constant and kind,
He vows that tomorrow he'll make me his wife,
I'll fondly endeavour to bless him for life;
For all other swains now I care not a rush,
No bird's in the hand, but one in the bush.
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SOFTLY. AN ODE FROM HAFEZ.
DISGUIS'D last night, I rush'd from home,
I [...] seek the palace o [...] my soul:
I rea [...]'d [...]y silent steps the dome,
And [...]o her chamber softly stole.
On a gay various couch reclin'd,
In sweet re [...]cue, I saw the maid:
My breast, like aspins to the wind,
To love's alarum softly play'd.
Two fingers, then, to half expanse,
I trembl [...]ng op'd— [...]ith fear oppress'd
With th [...]se I pull'd her veil ask [...]nc [...],
Th [...]n softly drew her to my breast.
"Who art thou wretch!" my angel cry'd;
Whisp'ring, I said—' [...]hy sl [...]ve: thy swai [...]
But hush my love! forbear to ch [...]de:
Speak softly, lest some hear the strain."
Trembling with love, with hope and fear;
A [...]ength her [...]uby lips I press'd:
Swee [...] kisses oft—mellifluous—dear—
Softly I snatch'd—was softly bless'd.
"O let me," now inflan'd I said,
"My idol clasp within these arms;"
[Page 188] "Remove the light"—deep sigh'd the maid—
"Comn softly, come—prevent alarms."
Now by her side with bliss I glow'd—
Swift flew the night in amorous play:
At length the morning herald crow'd;
When softly thence I bent my way.
SEEING IS BELIEVING. A TALE.
THOMAS came running to the mill,
As Will was standing at the door,
Would you believe it, neighbour Will?
Said Tom, my wife's an arrant whore.
With colours flying, dru [...]ba a pare,
I left her very hard at work,
Tossing the 'Squire up in the air,
As if he had been made of cork,
You know the burden is not light,
He was not born to be a jockey,
And to add something to the weight,
His Worship was a little rocky.
From my relation I presume,
Neighbour, you will conclude and gather,
That he was in a plaguy fume,
And she all over in a lather.
I never thought; as I'm a sinner,
That Moll had any sporting blood,
Or any kind of mettle in her,
No more than in a log of wood.
At any moment of a day,
My wife, said Will, takes as much pains
[Page 189] I make her pockets ring and play,
Jingling her keys about like chains.
And yet no sempstress with a thimble,
That si [...]s all day upon her crupper,
Can be more mettlesome and nimble,
Or readier for it, after supper.
Where did you leave your wife? said he—
Behind yon' stack where she lies dry,
Run and peep thro' the hedge and see,
Said Tom, if she begin to fly.
Will run and peep'd and then crept nigher,
And then cried, Thomas you're a liar.
I see them at it, and see clear,
'Tis not your Moll, but my sweet Nell;
The devil, I hope, that brought her here,
Will carry her back with him to hell.
I knew, and would have laid my life;
Said Tom, if I had bid you go,
To see the pastime of your wife,
You would not run to see the shew?
But you would scamper to the st [...]ck,
To s [...]e my w [...]fe upon her back.
The only way that I could act,
The only way I would advise,
And the best way to prove the f [...]ct,
Is to appeal to your own eyes.
SONG. She rose and loot me in.
THE night her silent sable wore,
And gloomy were the skies:
[Page 190] Of glitt'ring stars appear'd no more
Than those in Nelly's eyes.
When at her father's gate I knock'd
Where I had often been,
She, shroud [...]d only with her smock,
Arose and loot me in.
Fast lock'd within her close embrace,
She trembling st [...]od asham'd;
Her s [...]elling bread, and glowing face,
And every touch inflam'd.
My eager p [...]ssi [...]n [...] I obey'd,
Res [...]lv'd the fo [...]t to win,
And her fo [...]d hear [...] was soon betray'd,
To yield and let me in.
Then, then, beyond expressing,
Transporting was the joy:
I knew no greater blessing,
So bless [...]d a man was I.
And she all ravish'd with delight,
B [...]d me of, came again;
And kindly vow'd, that every night
She'd rise and let me in.
But al [...] a l [...]st she p [...]ov'd with bairn,
A [...]d sighing sat and d [...]ll,
And I ha [...] was as mach concern'd,
Lock'd e'en just like a fool.
Her lovely eyes with tears ran o'er,
Repenting her rash sin;
[Page 191] She sigh'd and curs'd the fatal hour
That e'er she loot me in.
But who could cruelly deceive,
Or from such beauty part?
I lov'd her so, I could not leave
The charmer of my heart!
But wedded, and conceal'd our crime:
Thus all was well again;
And now she thanks the happy time
That e'er she loot me in.
THE BIRTH OF CUPID
HERE in the bower of beauty, newly s [...]orn,
Let Fancy sit, and sing how Love was born;
Wrapt up in roses, Zephyr found the child
In Flaura's cheek, when first The goddess sinil'd;
Nurs'd on [...]he bosom of the beautous Spring,
O'er her white breast he spread his purple wing;
O [...] k [...]ss [...]s fed and silver drops of dew,
The little wanton into Cupid grew;
Then arm'd his head with glittering sparks of fire,
And tipp'd his sh [...]n [...]ng arrows with desire;
Hence joy a [...]se upon the wings of wind,
And hope pr [...]sen [...]s the lover always kind,
Despite [...] for our [...],
And [...]der p [...]y [...].
[Page 192]
THE PROGRESS OF LOVE
TO Celia thus fond Damon said,
See, here's a mossy carpet laid;
And then her hand he press'd,
Free from the world's intruding eye,
Her lurks, my dear, no busy spy,
He look'd—and sigh'd the [...]est.
She ftarted with a feign [...]d surprise,
While pleasure sparkl'd in her eyes;
Sure Damon does not mean—
The shepherd stopt her with a kiss,
And press'd her panting breast to his,
My dear we are not seen.
Then by a thousand kisses more,
A thousand tender oaths h [...] swore,
His love should never end;
She call'd on all the powers above,
None heard her but the god of love,
And he was Damon's friend.
Is there then no help, she said.
By Damon thus to be betary'd?
Then hung her head and blush'd,
O Damon, Damon, yet be good,
The shepherd smil'd and swore he would,
she sigh'd and all was hush'd.
SONG.
SOME love to range, so fond of change,
Variety's their shrine;
[Page 193] Each has his scheme, his fav'rite whim,
But woman, woman's mine.
The s [...]ftive bowl, and martial soul,
The miser I decline;
Like childish [...]oys, to some their joys,
But lovely woman's mine.
With varicus arts she charms our hearts,
And makes this life divine;
For all the tricks of all the sex,
I'd still have woman mine.
Let Id [...]o [...]s, have, what's what they'd have,
The sex th [...]y can't define;
Just as she is, she's form'd to please;
And long be woman mine.
The sparkling eye, the mel [...]ing sigh,
When heart and heart conjoin;
The bliss of love, all bliss above,
Make charming woman mine.
In pomp and state succed ye great
I'll envy nor repine;
If blest with pow'r to life's last hour,
To keep dear woman mine.
SONG. SUNG AT THE ANACREONTIC SOCIETY, BY MR. HOOR.
YE sons of Anacreon, as [...]ist me to sing
Of the fountain of Venus [...]he ri [...]ule [...] spring,
'Tis a mystical mirror, tho' hidden from sight,
Can attract even age to the fount of delight;
[Page 194] For the soul lost in transport is wasted above,
When you dip in the fountain of Venus and Love.
For the soul, &c.
It dwells in a valley by moss cireled round,
And [...]ho' ever plumb'd no bottom e'er found;
And here the wild spendthrift is welcom'd to range
If he drawn a recept by a mutual exchange;
'Tis a spring of such sweets e'en stoics approve,
When they dip in the fountain of Venus and Love.
'Tis a spring, &c.
The bank of this fountain's a beautiful r [...]l;
Its verge is inviting, tho' danger [...] [...]o tread;
For oft in convulsions it ebbs and it flows,
And never so pleas'd as when't tells what it knows;
'Tis fierce in the conflict, yet meek as a dove,
If conquer'd the fountain of Venus and Love.
'Tis fierce, &c.
The richest of nectar this fountain distils,
That lies at the foot of the fairest of hills,
And the blossom that's lost in comba [...]ing [...]he suit,
Is often repa [...]'d with the ch [...]icest of fruit;
But vain is the ask which th [...]usands have strove,
To conquer the foun [...] in of Venus and Love.
But vain, &c.
[Page 195]
A LOGICAL SONG.
WHY, Chloe, thus squander your prime
In debate between sear and temptation?
If adu [...]terous love he a crime,
Why quarrel with plain fornication?
But your beau [...]ies with age you may lose:
Then seize [...]he short moment of joy!
If not—th [...]n with confidence use,
What by using you cannot destroy.
Come, come, bid your transports begin,
Ere we [...]ose both our youth and our leisure.
Come, 'tis better repenting a sin,
Then regretting the loss of a pleasure.
CELIA VANQUISHED.
CELIA! you kill me, by [...]he lord!.
You know I've suff [...]'d like a martyr
Nor have I yet had one kind word,
Nor s [...]en an inch above your garter.
Can you forget, ungrateful maid,
How long my constant shame has lasted
Wha [...] nonsense have I sung and said,
What ink and paper have I wasted?
Ah, cruel nymph! you know full well,
With what a pure, becoming zeal,
I've begg'd your snowy bosom's swell,
And ev'ry other swell to feel [...]
[Page 196]
And round your taper waist to twine,
Each inlet of delight to prove!
Our hearts, our lips, our souls to join!
And can you still, still doubt my love?
What, unconv [...]nc'd? the Devil's in it!
Well then, this proof shall calm your fear
And if one warm expressive minute
Speak not more love than days of tears.
Unless each palpitating nerve,
Each kindling vein confess me true,
Treat me at length as I deserve,
And banish me from joy and you!
ANSWER.
BE quiet, Sir! be gone, I say!
Lord bless us! how you romp and tear There!
I swear!
Now you have left my bosom bare!
I do not like such boisterous play,
So tsake that fancy hand away—
Why now, you, re [...]uder than before!
Nay, I'll b [...] hang'd If I comply.—
Fie!
I'll cry!
Oh—I can't bear it—I shall die!—
I vow I'll never see you more!
But—are you sure you've shut the door?
[Page 197]
DICK AND DOLL. A SONG,
Tune:—I'm like a skiff on the ocean toss'd.
AS one bright summer's sultry day,
For sake of shade I sought the grove
Thro' thickset-hedge, on top of hay,
I met with mutual love:
A youth with one arm found his pretty girl's waist,
On small swelling breasts he his other hand plac'd,
While she cry'd, "Dick, be still
"Pray, tell me what's your will?"
"I come (quoth Dick) to have some chat,"
And close to her's his lips he squeez'd
"I guess (cries Doll) what you'd be at,
"But now I won't be teaz'd"
She strove to rise up, but his strength held her down,
She call'd out for help! and petition'd the clown,
"O Dick! dear Dick! le [...] me rise,
"The sun puts out my eyes.
"I'll tear your soul out!—Lord! these men,
"If ever—well—I won't submit—
"Why? what? the devil!—Curse me then;—
"You'll fli [...]g me in a fit."
Down, lik [...] a be [...] lily, her head dropo'd aslant,
Her eyes lost the day-light, her breath became scant:
And, feebly, on her tongue
Expiring accents hung.
[Page 198]
The chorus birds sung o'er their heads,
The breeze blew rustling thro' the grove,
Some smelt the hay on new mown meads,
All seem'd the scene of love.
Dick offer'd t [...] lift up the lass as she lay,
A look, full of tenderness, told him to stay;
"So soon, Dick, will you go?
"I wish—dear me!—heigh ho!"
Vibrating with heart heaving sighs,
Her tucker trembling to and fro,
Her crimson cheeks, her glist'ning eyes,
Proclaim'd possession's glow,
Dick bid her farewell; but, she languishing, cry'd,
As wanton she play'd by her fall'n shepherd's side!
"A moment! pray, sit still,
"Since now you've had your will."
"Lord! cries the girl, you hasty men,
"Of love afford but one poor proof;
"Our fowls at home, each sparrow hen
"Is ten time [...] be'ter off.—
"No! that you shou'd not, had I known your design,
"But, since you've had your will, pray let me have mine;
"So, once more, ere we rise,
"Do, dear Dick, save my eyes."
THE HONEY MOON. AN ODE.
COME, Cytherea, with thy doves,
And all thy tra [...]n of l [...]ttle loves,
[Page 199] Come from Idalia's pleasing shade,
For joy and amorous frolicks made;
Come and assist an artless tune,
Which strives to virble forth the Honey-Moon,
When Hymen does the pair unite,
And promises supreme delight;
With spa [...]kling torch comes bright to view;
And points at [...]aptures great and new;
What pleasure is expected soon!
Then, then! comes on the pleasing Honey-Moon.
Cynthia the virgin goddess bright,
With greater speed rides down the night;
Her modesty betrays her hear [...],
Shews in such sports she'd take a part;
But that her wish she dares not own,
Or Jove with her wou [...]d have an Honey-Moon,
'An Honey-Moon!' cries simpering miss,
'I wonder much w [...]at's mean by this!
'I have all sweets quite n [...]ar me bandy,
'Is Honey-Moon like sugar candy?'
The j [...]yful [...]me will tell you [...]ou,
When you will bless the happy Honey-Moon
Ah! then those sweets, unknown before,
Will make you long dear miss, for more;
Will make you lick your sips, and cry,
'Till now, O what a fool was I!
'What pleasing [...]ouches!—what a tune
'Can e're [...]e play'd that's like the Honey-Moon.
[Page 200]
Could but the virgin, in her teens,
Tell what the joys of wedlock means:
She would not long the bliss dalay,
But with the first dear youth away;
On Venus' bed would tumble down,
And their prolong the charming Honey-Moon.
When heaving breasts delightful rise,
And [...] with sof [...] extatic sighs!
When folding arms fond arms embrace,
And love seems furious for the chace;
U [...]umber'd joys the pair must crown,
Who then begin the pleasing Honey-Moon.
Ah! then encounter breast with breast,
And tenderest accents are [...]prest;
"My love, I melt! I bu [...]n! I bust!
The next is better than the first;
And so progressive they go on,
To make a heaven of the Honey-Moon.
Then all that youthful poets dream,
Beneath the shade, or by the stream,
Is realiz'd and certain found,
Beyond imagination's bound;
All that can please is fel [...], or shewn,
During the happy time of Honey-moon.
Then haste, ye youths, and haste, ye fair,
Love's banquet of delight to share;
Advance to Hymen's sacred fane,
A rich reward you'll surely gain;
Each rapture will attend you soon,
And give you all the joys of Honey-Moon.
[Page 201]
EPIGRAM.
AS Lydia on a bank reclining lay,
Young Lubin stole one half her charms away:
The lovely maid, her honour to preserve.
Drew back, and treated him with cold reserve.
But he, more am'rous grown, now press'd her hand,
The more he press'd, the less she could withstand;
Vanquish'd, in excess of blis [...] her all she lost.—
And with a boy soon made him pay the cost!
ON A LADY'S WEDDING BEING ON THE TWENTY-FIRST OF DECEMBER,
RETURN'D from the op'ra, as lately I sat,
Indiff'rently chatting of this thing and that,
My Chloe I ask'd, how it enter'd her head,
To fix on St. Thomas's, of all days to wed?
To which she replied, with reason the strongest,
"Tho' shortest the day is—the night, Sir, is longest."
[Page 202]
DON PRINGELLO's TALE. THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE HOLY NUNS; OR THE MONK'S WISE JUDGEMENT.
THERE is a noble town call'd Ghent,
A city famous for its wares,
For priests and nuns, and Flanders mares,
And for the best of fish in lent.
There you may see, threat'ning destruction,
A hundred forts and strong redoubts,
Just like Vauban's with ins and outs,
And cover'd-ways of love's destruction.
In one, constructed as above,
There dwelt two nuns of the same age,
Join'd like two birds in the same cage,
Both by necessity and love.
In towns of idleness and sloth,
Where the chief trade is tittle tattle,
Tho' pri [...]s are commoner than cattle,
They had out one between them both.
Our nuns should have had two at least,
In Ghent they're common as great guns;
Which made it hard upon our nuns,
And harder still upon the priest.
But he was worthy of all praise.
With spreading shoulder and a chest,
[Page 203] A leg, a chin, and all the rest,
Like Hercules of the Farnese.
Amongst the nuns there was a notion,
That these two sisters were assign'd
To him, for a severer kind
Of penitential devotion.
His penance lasted a whole year,
And he had such a piece of work;
If it had been for turning Turk,
It could not have been more severe.
Our nuns, which is no common case,
Living together without jangling;
All of a sudden fell a wrangling,
About precedency and place.
They both with spleen were like to burst,
Like two proud misses when they sight,
At an assembly, for the right
Of being taken out the first.
Before the priest they made this clatter,
Between them both he was perplex'd
And study'd to find out a text,
To end the controverted matter.
Children, said he, schraching his sconce
I should be better pleas'd than you,
Could I divide myself in two,
And satisfy you both at once.
Angels, perhaps, may have such pow'rs
But it is fix and seasonable,
[Page 204] That you should be more reasonable
Whilst you're with beings such as ours.
Be friends and listen to the teacher:
Cease your vain clamours and despute,
Be ye as fishes mute,
Before Saint Anthony the preacher.
To end at once all disputation,
I'll set my back against that gate,
And there produce, erect and straight,
The cause of all your altercation.
But first, you both shall hooded be,
Both so effectually blinded,
'Twill be impossible to find it,
Except by chance or sympathy.
Which of you first be it agreed,
The rudder of the church can seize,
Like Peter's vicar with his keys,
Shall keep the helm; and heave the lead;
She shall go first, I mean to say,
And have precedency every day.
The nuns were tickled with the jest,
They were content; and he contriv'd,
To give the helm, for which they striv'd,
To her that manag'd it the best.
[Page 205]
KISSING. A SONG.
Tune,—In pursuit of some lambs from my stocks that had stray'd.
YE delicate lovelies, with leave, I maintain,
That happiness here you may find:
To yourselves I appeal for felicity's reign,
When you meet with a man to your mind.
When gratitude friendship to fondness unites,
Inexpressive endearments arise;
Then hopes, fears, and fancies, strange doubts and delights.
Are announc'd by those tell-tale the eyes.
Those technical terms, in the science of love,
Cold schoolmen attempt to describe;
But how should they paint what they never can prove,
For tenderuess knows not their tribe.
Of all the abuse on enjoyment that's thrown,
The treatment love takes most amiss,
Is the rant of a coxcomb, the sot, and the clown.
Who pretend to indulge on a kiss.
The love of a fribble at self only aims:
For sots and clowns—class them with beasts
No fiber, to atom, have they in their frames,
To relish such delicate feast.
[Page 206]
In cireling embr [...]s, when lips to lips move.
[...], oh! teach me to praise,
The [...] to th' Op'ra of love—
[...] empty would laugh at the phrase.
[...] preludes are kisses, and, after the play,
They fill up the pause of delight:
The rich repetitions, which never decay,
The lips silent language at night.
The raptures of k.issing we only can taste,
When sympathies equal inspire;
And while to enjoyment, unbounded, we haste,
Their breath blows the coals of desire.
Again, and again, and again beauty sips;
What feelings these pressures excite!
When fleeting life's stopp'd by a kiss of the lips,
Then sinks in a sigh of delight.
SONG.
WHENEVER, Chloe, I begin
Your heart, like mine, to move,
You tell me of the crying sin,
Of unchaste lawless love.
How can that passion be a sin,
Which gave to Chloe birth?
How can those joys but be divine,
Which make a heaven on earth?
[Page 207]
To wed, mankind the priests trepann'd
By some sly fallacy,
And disobey'd God's great command,
"In crease and multiply!"
You say that love's a crime; content:
Yet this al [...]ow you must,
More joy's in heav'n, if one repeat,
Than over ninety just.
Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's sake,
Repent, and be forgiven;
Bless me, and by repentance make
A holy-day in heav'n.
TO LYDIA.
LOVELY Lydia! lovely maid!
Ei her rose in thee's display'd;
Roses of a blushing red,
O'er thy lip [...] and cheeks are shed;
Roses of a balmy hue
In [...]hy fairer charms we view.
Now thy braided hair unbind;
Now luxuriant, unconfin'd
Le [...] [...]hy wavy tresses flow;
Tresses bright, of burnish'd glow
Brave thy ev'ry neck my fair!
Now thy snowy shoulders bear:
Bid the vivid lust [...]e rise,
In thy passion streaming eyes;
See, the lucent meteors gleam!
See, they speak with wish [...]ul flame!
And how gracefully above,
Modell'd f [...]om the bow of love,
Are thy arching brows display'd,
[Page 208] [...]oft'ning in a sable shade!
Let a warmer crimson streak
The [...] of thy downy check;
Let thy lips, that breathe perfume,
[...] purple now assume:
Give me little billing kisses,
[...] with murm'ring blisses.
[...]t my love!—my angel, stay!—
S [...]t! you suck my breath away;
Drink the life-drops of my heart!
Draw my soul from every part:
Scarce my senses can sustain
So much pleasure, so much pain!
Hide thy broad voluptuous breast!
Hide that balmy heav'n of rest!
See, to fea [...]t th' enamour'd eyes,
How the snowy hillocks rise!
Parted by the luscious vale,
Whence luxurious sweets exhale:
Nature fram'd thee but [...]' inspire
Never-ending fond desire!
Again, above its envious vest,
See, thy bosom heave [...] confest!
Hide the rapt'rous dear delight!
Hide it from my ravish'd sight!
Hide it!—for thro' all my soul,
Tides of madd'ning transport roll:
Venting now th' impassion'd sigh,
See me languish, see me die!
Tear no [...] from me then thy charms!
Snatch, oh! snatch me, to thy arms!
With a life inspiring kiss,
Wake my sinking soul to bliss!
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INDEX.
A
- A soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me, Page. 13
- An American frigare from Baltimore came, Page. 30
- A flaxen headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, Page. 41
- A rose tree in full bearing, Page. 43
- A woman is like to—but stay— Page. 54
- A man is like to—but stay— Page. 55
- A sailor's life's a life of woe, Page. 63
- Attention pray give, while of hobb [...]es I sing, Page. 65
- A plague of those musty old lubbers, Page. 70
- A beautious sterling lare I saw, Page. 81
- As musing I rang'd in the meads all alone, Page. 104
- Adieu, ye streams that gently flowing, Page. 107
- Alas! they've torn my love away, Page. 110
- At the sound of the horn, Page. 118
- A glass is good, and a lass is good, Page. 140
- Assembled in our country's cause, Page. 151
- Arrah! Paddy, dear boy, my heart & my joy Page. 162
- As pensive on the Severn's side, Page. 182
- As one bright summer's sultry day Page. 197
- As Lydia on a bank rechning lay, Page. 201
B
- Bright Phoebus has moun [...]ed the chariot of day, Page. 91
- Behold thi [...] fair Goblet—'twas carv'd from the tree, Page. 101
- Bold Jack, the sailor, here he comes, Page. 143
- Brave countrymen both great and small, Page. 148
- Brimful of anger—not of love, Page. 173
- Brides in all countries, have been reckon'd Page. 177
- Bright Cynthia's power, divinely great, Page. 181
- Beneath this weaping willow's shade, Page. 183
- [Page] [...] of love fat Lydy sat, Page. 18 [...]
- [...] Sir! be gone, I say Page. 19 [...]
C
- [...] the day, ye sons of mirth, Page. [...]
- [...], my brethren dear, Page. 14
- [...] bald eagle displays in her claws, Page. 21
- Come all grenadiers let us join hand in hand, Page. 25
- Come all ye jolly sa [...]lors bold, Page. 29
- Come care curing mirth Page. 37
- Come all ye pretty maidens, some older some younger. Page. 45
- Chloe, by [...]a [...] borrow'd kiss Page. 93
- Come, my Sylvia! come and bless, Page. 123
- Come, pretty Poll, thy tears refrain, Page. 125
- Cease, rude [...]boreas, boisterous railer, Page 129
- Come, courage la [...]s, and drink away, Page. 132
- Come each gallant lad Page. 136
- Come Chloe, and give me sweet kisses, Page. 172
- Celia! you kill me by the lord! Page. 195
- Come Cytherea, with thy doves, Page. 198
D
- Dear Kathleen you no doubt Page. 53
- Distress me with those tears no more, Page. 78
- Dear tom, this brawn jug which foams with mild ale, Page. 103
- Disguis'd last night, I rush'd from home, Page. 187
F
- Fair liberty! whom heaven gave, Page. 12
- From the soil our f [...]hers dearly bo't Page. 19
- Fly ye traitor, from our land, Page. 32
- For various purposes serves the san, Page. 59
- From night to morn I take my glass, Page. 60
- Fair Kate of Portsmouth lov'd a tar, Page. 73
- For Balt'more, when with fav'ring gale, Page. 121
- [Page] Fore'd from home, and all its pleasures, Page 153
G
- Gaurdian of our nation, stand firm in your station, Page 15
- God save the United States, Page 17
- Go, patter to lubber and swabs, d'ye see, Page 97
- Gallants attend, and hear a friend, Page 115
- Go tuneful bird, that glads the skies Page 119
- Green v [...]e the fields where my fogefathers dwell O; Page 145
- Go on, brave prince, increase your debts Page 155
- Grand juries those time serving knaves, Page 157
- Good people I pray you attend to me, Page 160
- Gallant nation sees no more, Page 161
H
- Hail columbia happy land, Page 4
- How blest a life a sailor leads, Page 64
- How bright are the j [...]ys of the table, Page 39
- How stands the glass around, Page 48
- How imperfect is expression, Page 54
- Hark! echo! sweet echo! repeats the loud strain. Page 61
- How happy the woman, whose charms, Page 79
- Her mouth with a smile, Page 81
- Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, Page 86
- How poor is the man, tho' he wealth would possess, Page 122
- Hibernia's sons the patriot band, Page 150
- Hibernia's sons with hearts elate, Page 165
- Hail! undaunted hibernia's true offsprings, Page 167
- Here in the bower of beauty, newly shorn, Page 191
I
- In storms when clouds obscure the sky, Page 42
- I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now, Page 99
- [Page] [...]'ve found my fair, a true love knot, Page 123
- I'm jolly dick the lamplighter Page 138
- In wha [...] history can you had, Page 152
- In infancy I knew a spot, Page 184
J
- Jolly mortals fill your glasses, Page 60
L
- Lord what care I for mam or dad? Page 48
- Let a set of sober asses, Page 61
- Long time I've injoy'd the soft transport of love, Page 186
- Lovely Lydia! lovely maid! Page 207
- My mother says, I'm now sixteen, Page 40
- My friends all declare that my time is mispent Page 140
- My name is freedom, new come o'er, Page 169
N
- No pastime no sport can with hunting compare Page 13
- Night scarce her mantle had withdrew, Page 74
- No more I'll court the town bred fair, Page 88
- Now Henry has left me to plough the salt sea, Page 126
- Not long ago how blithe was I! Page 135
- Now Hibernians hold and brave, Page 165
O
- Oh, cupid forever, Page 83
- Of Columbia [...] boast the praise be mine, Page 95
- On that lone bank were Lubin died, Page 106
- O you, whose lives on earth are pass'd, Page 133
- Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd, Page 137
- Oh! why should weak deluded man, Page 147
- On a brook's grassy brink, in the willow's cool shade, Page 170
- One day at her toilet, as Venus began, Page 178
P
- [Page] [...]ets may sing of their helicon streams, Page 16
R
- Returning home across the plains, Page 72
- Roving about good fellows to meet Page 90
- Return ye raptur'd hours, Page 136
- Return'd from the op'ra, as lately I sat, Page 201
S
- Sing Yankee Doodle tha [...] fine tune, Page 8
- Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed, Page 51
- Some women take delight in dress, Page 57
- Sweet nightingale, best poet of the grove, Page 88
- Such a Tomboy before I had enter'd my teens. Page 94
- Say, have you seen my Arabell? Page 103
- Sweet nightingale! queen of the spray, Page 133
- Sons of Bacchus let's be gay, Page 164
- Some love to range so fond of change, Page 192
T
- To the standard repair, Page 20
- To Columbia, who gladly reclin'd at her ease, Page 22
- Time has not thin'd my flowing hair, Page 26
- The wealthy fool with gold in store, Page 47
- 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat, Page 69
- This world is a stage, Page 75
- Tho' prudence may press me, Page 79
- The bright God of day, drew westward away, Page 80
- Trust not man for he'll deceive you, Page 82
- Trust not woman she'll beguile you, Page 82
- The sails unfurl'd the ship'unmoor'd, Page 107
- The eve her silver vestment wore. Page 109
- There was once, it was said, when, is out of my head, Page 111
- The tuneful Lav [...]ocks cheer the grove, Page 114
- The sweet [...]osy morning, Page 121
- [Page] [...] o [...]er, Page 127
- [...] half past four, Page 128
- [...] way little lad, Page 134
- To [...] man kind, and keep true to your bed, Page 17 [...]
- Th [...] [...]ich her slender waist confin'd, Page 17 [...]
- Thomas came running to the mill, Page 18 [...]
- The night her silent sable wore, Page 189
- To Celia thus fond Damon said, Page 192
- There is a noble town call'd Ghent, Page 202
W
- When britain with despotic sway, Page 10
- When freedom, fair freedom her banner display'd, Page 27
- When our great Sires this land explor'd, Page 35
- When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth. Page 49
- When fortune doth frown. Page 67
- When I had scarcely told sixteen, Page 85
- Welcome, welcome brother debtor, Page 87
- When one's drunk not a girl but looks pretty, Page 89
- When up to London first I came, Page 105
- When spring returning decks the groves, Page 120
- When bending o're the lofty yard, Page 124
- When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen, Page 141
- We soldiers drink, we soldiers sing, Page 142
- When Fanny becoming fair, Page 174
- Why, Chloe, thus squander your prime, Page 195
- Whenever, Chloe, I begin Page 206
Y
- Ye Sons of Columbia unite in the cause, Page 3
- Ye fair posses [...]'d of ev'ry charm, Page 68
- Ye youths wheresoever ye wander so free, Page 92
- [Page] Ye vile swinish herd, in the fly of taxation, Page 158
- Ye fam'd physicians of this place, Page 176
- Ye bells, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, Page 180
- Ye son [...] of Anacreon, assist me to sing, Page 193
- Ye delicate [...]ovelies, with leave I maintain, Page 205