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And seeing that I didn't want för brass,
Poor girls came first to woo,
Yet I were Yorkshire too.
Genteeler fashions to sce,
And so they made no king o' nie.
What was best wi' my money to do:
But I am not to be cozen'd by you,
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,
To arms! to arms! ye brave,
On victory or death.'
Which our foes have dar'd to raise ;
And in their wish our cities blaze.
Spreads desolation far and wide,
Tp arms! to arms! 3c.
- With luxury and pride surrounded, . .
The vile insatiare despot dare,
T'invade a people free as air.
Like God who bids us him adore !
. To arms! to arms ! &c.
Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?
Or whip thy noble spirit tame?'
That Murder's dagger tyrants wield ;
But Freedom is our sword and shield,
To arms! to arms! Bc.
THE GALLEY SLAVE.
Was as happy as happy could be,
A captive, alas! on the sea.
To tear me from her I adore,
My life's steer'd by misery's chart; .
Tears gush forth to ease my full heart.
Yet iny breast bleeds for her I adore,
While around me the unfeeling billows wilt dashy
I sigh! and still tug at the oar.
The port where she dwelt, we'd in view,
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,
An English vessel heaves in view;
From bonny Kate, he loves so true; Then sighs he for his native dell,
Yet to hope he clings,
When the steersman sings
Nature and man repose in peace;
He hopes for joys that ne'er will cease,
And his big heart springs,
While the steersman sings Steady she goes--all's well.
THE SHIPWRECKED TAR.
ESCAPD with life, in tatters,
Behold me safe ashore,
I'll soon get togs galore.
No chance her faith should jar,
To slight a shipwreck'd Tar.
He hastens on apace;
She never saw his face:
Relief is just as far;
For a poor shipwreck'd Tar.
Now his sad misery mocks;
To set him in the stocks.
The elements at war,
They spar'd a shipwreck'd Taf.
A judgment are on me;
Dear Nancy, slighted thee:
His mistress is not far,
Tho' a poor shipwreck'd Tar.
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.