And seeing that I didn't want för brass,

Poor girls came first to woo,
But though I delight in a Yorkshire lass,

Yet I were Yorkshire too.
To London by father I was sent,

Genteeler fashions to sce,
But fashion's too dear, I came back as I went,

And so they made no king o' nie.
My kind relations would soon ha' found out

What was best wi' my money to do:
Says I, my dear cousins, I thank you for nonght,

But I am not to be cozen'd by you,

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THE GENIUS OF BRITAIN, YE British sons, awake to glory,

Hark! hark! what myriads round you rise ; Your Children, Wives and Grandsires hoary,

Behold their tears, and hear their cries. Shall Bonaparte, mischief breeding,

With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,

Affright and desolate our land,
Our peace and liberty lie bleeding,
By a savage tyrant's hand ?

To arms! to arms! ye brave,
Th' avenging sword unsheath;
March on, march on, all hearts resolvid

On victory or death.'
Now, the threaten'd storm is rolling,

Which our foes have dar'd to raise ;
The dogs of war let loose are howling,

And in their wish our cities blaze.
And shall we bascly view the ruin,
While lawless force, with guilty stride,

Spreads desolation far and wide,
With crimes and blood his hands imbruing ?

Tp arms! to arms! 3c.

- With luxury and pride surrounded, . .

The vile insatiare despot dare,
His thirst of power and gold unbounded,

T'invade a people free as air.
As beasts of burden he would-loads us,

Like God who bids us him adore !
But man is nian--and who is more!
Then shall he longer threat t’invade us?

. To arms! to arms ! &c.
O Liberty! can we resign thee,

Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?
Can a tyrant's threats confine thee,

Or whip thy noble spirit tame?'
Too long the world has wept, bewailing

That Murder's dagger tyrants wield ;

But Freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their threats are unavailing.

To arms! to arms! Bc.

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THE GALLEY SLAVE.
OH, think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd,

Was as happy as happy could be,
But pleasure is fed! even hope is destroy'd,

A captive, alas! on the sea.
I was ta'én by the foe, 'twas the fiat of fate,

To tear me from her I adore,
When thought brings to my mind my once happy

estate,
I sigh! while I tug at the oar.
Hard, hard, is my fate! Oh how galling my chain!

My life's steer'd by misery's chart; .
And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain;

Tears gush forth to ease my full heart.
I disdain e'en to shrink, tho' I feel the sharp lash;

Yet iny breast bleeds for her I adore,

While around me the unfeeling billows wilt dashy

I sigh! and still tug at the oar.
How fortune deceives! I had pleasure in 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 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 decay.

He sigh'd--and expir'd at the bar.

THE British tar no peril knows;

But, fearless, braves the angry decp : The ship's his cradle of repose,

And sweetly rocks him to his sleep, He, tho’ the raging surges swell,

In his hammock swings,

While the steersman sings,
Steady she goes--all's well.
While on the main top yard he springs,

An English vessel heaves in view;
He asks--but it no letter brings

From bonny Kate, he loves so true; Then sighs he for his native dell,

Yet to hope he clings,

When the steersman sings
Steady she goes--all's well.
The storm is pass'd.-the battle's o’er,

Nature and man repose in peace;
Then homeward bound, on England's shora

He hopes for joys that ne'er will cease,
His Kate's sweet voice those joys foretel,

And his big heart springs,

While the steersman sings Steady she goes--all's well.

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THE SHIPWRECKED TAR.

ESCAPD with life, in tatters,

Behold me safe ashore,
Such trifles little matters,

I'll soon get togs galore.
For Poll swore when we parted,

No chance her faith should jar,
And Poll's too tender-hearted,

To slight a shipwreck'd Tar.
To Poll his course straight steering,

He hastens on apace;
Poor Jack can't get a hearing,

She never saw his face:
From Meg, and Doll, and Kitty,

Relief is just as far;
Not one has the least pity,

For a poor shipwreck'd Tar.
This, whom he thought love's needle,

Now his sad misery mocks;
That wants to call the beadle,

To set him in the stocks.
Cried Jack,“ this is hard dealing,"

The elements at war,
Than you had greater feeling,

They spar'd a shipwreck'd Taf.
But all their taunts and fetches,

A judgment are on me;
I, for these harden'd wretches,

Dear Nancy, slighted thee:
But see, poor Tray assails me,

His mistress is not far,
He wags his tail and hails me,

Tho' a poor shipwreck'd Tar.
'Twas faithful love that brought him,

Oh! lesson for mankind;

Iis one, cry'd she, I taught him,

For on my constant mind Thy dear image was graven,

And now remov'd each bar, . My arms shall be the haven,

for the poor shipwreck'd Tar. Heaven and my love reward thee,

I'm shipwreck’d, but I'm rich; And shall with pride regard thee,

Thy love shall so bewitch , With wonder each fond fancy,

That children near and far, Shall lisp the name of Nancy,

That say'd her shipwreck'd Tar.