'Till cruel chance at length reveal'd A friendly voice poor William hail'd, The cutter skimm'd the yielding flood, She troubled walk'd the beach in haste, A corps was wash'd upon the shore, POOR JACK. BO, patter to lubbers, and swabs, d'ye see, 'Bout danger, and fear, and the like: A tight water-boat, and good sea-room give me, And 'tant to a little I'll strike. Tho' the tempest top-gallant-mast smack smooth should smite, And shiver each splinter of wood, Clear the wreck, stow the yards, and bowse every thing tight, And under reef'd foresail we'll scud. Avast, nor don't think me a milk-sop so soft, For they say, there's a Providence sits up aloft, Why, I heard the good chaplain palaver one day, Without orders that come 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 a-back; There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, I said to our Poll (for d'ye see she would cry) What argufies sniv'ling, and piping your eye? Both for seamen and lubbers ashore ; And if to old Davy I should go, my dear Poll, What then! all's a hazard-come don't be so soft; For, d'ye see, there's a cherub sits smiling aloft, D'ye mind me, a sailor should be ev'ry inch And with her brave the world, without off'ring to flinch, From the moment the anchor's a-trip. As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides, and ends, Nought's a trouble from duty that springs; For my heart is my Poll's,and my rhino's my friend's And as for my life 'tis the king's : E'en when my time comes, ne'er believe me so soft, As with grief to be taken a-back; That same little cherub that sits up aloft, Will look out a good birth for Poor Jack, PLL DIE FOR NO SHEPHERD NOT I. WHEN first on the plain I began to appear, And the shepherds to ogle and sigh, They call'd me their dear, their delight, and their joy, But I heed no such nonsense, not I. Not all their fine words, their flattery and love, But now in my turn I'm in love too, I find, I think the lad likes me, and he may prove true; But if he proves fickle, then I'll prove so too; A NEW BACCHANALIAN SONG. YE sons of Bacchus, who know no controul, For Jove's sake don't flinch while we've got a full bowl, For to death we must yield-e'er 'tis long. So let us drink t'other bumper, my boys! We'll drink bumpers the rest of our days, Since we are descendants of Bacchus, my boys! For certain it is, if we follow his ways, So let's drink, &c. Silenus (our father's companion) they say, So let's drink, &c. The first that despises Old Bacchus' right, But he who maintains them, and for them will fight, So let's drink, &c. A NEW SONG. AH, Delia! dear maid of my heart! How can I your absence endure? The wound which thy absence has made. I'll fly to my love's rosy bow'r, Where so oft I have gaz'd on thy charms, And say to each lazy pac'd hour, "Haste! haste! bring her back to my arms.' There will I, my fair one, on you The blessing of heaven implore; Adieu! dearest Delia, adieu! My heart is too full to say more. *** THE SOCIAL BOARD. POLITICIANS may ponder the juggles of state, Or the miser with care view his ill-gotten hoard; The astrologer muse on the changes of fate, But bumpers we'll drink at the social Board. The Physician may talk of his draught and his pill, Of the good that they do, and relief they afford, But the draughts that we all know will never do ill, Are the Bumpers we drink at the social Board. The Lawyer may prate of his actions and pleas, The Soldier may brag of deeds done by his sword, At the bottom you'll find, though, there nothing can please Like the Bumpers we drink at the Social Board. Search o'er the wide globe, you'll experience this truth, Acknowledg'd by most, from the clown to the lord, All degrees and professions, the aged and youth,, Love the bumpers we drink at the Social Board. Now let us enjoy all the moments that pass, And never let çare in our bosoms be stor'd; Ev'ry member then cheerfully take up his glass, And each drink success to the Social Board. THE MAIDEN'S DREAM. ONE night extended on my downy bed, |