pay me, not till Belzebub's bum bailiff lays hold of you, and then you think I will pay your garnish, but I won't though: no; you shall all lay on the common side of the world, like a toad in a hole, that is baked for the devil's dinner. ---Put some money in the plate, But that religion (lovely maid) Keeps a cook's shop to serve the trade. Do put some money in the plite---Pray put · some money in the plate, and then all your iniquities shall be scalded away, even as they scald the bristles of the hog's back; and you shall be cleaned from all your sins, as easily as the barber shaveth away the weekly beard from the chin of the ungodly. Do put some money in the plate, That I, your preacher, now may eat, Say, sing, and swear, that only these are right,:, BRITANNIA'S HERO. IN the Temple of Fame, where the Ghosts of the brave Ascend from the mould'ring tomb, Where the laurel and cypress alternately wave, They convers'd of their sons, how they fought how, they died, What scars in their bosoms they bore, And they challenged Britannia, who wept by their side, To rival the heroes of yore, First the warriors of Greece, at their Goddess's call, Not old Homer himself could enumerate all, Next as frequent and bold came the children of With falchions yet dripping with gore, While their genius, exulting, ask'd ages to come To rival the heroes of yore? Then Britannia suppress'd the big tear in her eye,, Laurell'd heroes unnumber'd arose at her cry, Will not these, cried Britannia, affecting a smile, Will Benbow and Rodney who fought for my isle,, Do the battles of Cressy or Agincourt yield No! my Britons can equal your sons in the field, But soon as with tears her great NELSON she nam'd,', 'Twas needless to name any more, For each, loud assenting, this tribute proclaim'd,, He eclipses the heroes of yore. CRIPPLED JACK OF TRAFALGAR WITH shatter'd limbs Jack came from sea, 'Cause how he stood the tether, With heart as firm as oaken tree, That stands the wind and weather. What though his timbers they are gone, And he's a slave to tipple, No better sailor ere was born, Than Jack the honour'd Cripple.. A grape shot lopp'd his starboard wing, He's gain'd in war the noble palm, ****** HUZZA FOR OLD ENGLAND. A SAIL on our lee-bow appears, Set each sail that will draw, ease your reefs and be mute, Mind how you steer, don't let her veer, So steadily down on your enemy bear, But now see her top-sails aback, She seems making ready to fight, Up hammacks, down chests, clear the deck, Now splice the main brace, and to quarters away, 'Till the battle be done, We shall compel them to fight, sink, or run,, KATE KEARNEY. OH! did you ne'er hear of Kate Kearney, From the glance of her eye, shun danger and fly, Oh, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, ** THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR. OBEDIENT to his Country's great command, Led by the guardian angel of our land, The matchless NELSON Sought the Spanish shore,, And left his country to return no more. Soon as he saw approach the hostile fleet, His fearless breast with gallant ardor beat; Firm on the Vict'ry's deck he took his stand, Fame from his dying brow the laurel bore, But when her sons the dear-bought trophy view'd, And mark'd it stain'd with NELSON'S vital blood, Exulting shouts were chang'd to mournful tears ; No voice but Grief's the drooping nation hears, And e'en the vanquish'd foe his deathless name reveres. BROWN BESS. I'M a soldier you all of you know, At head-quarters, parade, or at mess, My whole soul is employ'd on Brown Bess. My honour, protection, and pride, The army I'm wedded to now, And fight for my Country and King; To none but Brown Bess can I bow, To none but Brown Bess can I sing. When the glass passes merry and free, My toast all my comrades can guess; For I make the whole camp to resound, When I give in a bumper "Brown Bess." Brown Bess is my joy, &.. The true British lion is rous'd, The bumper I give has its charms, For it means as a toast, you must know, Successto Old England's fam'd arms. This both loyal and constant I prove, And now the blest theme i confess, Pve a meaning that goes to my love, When a bumper I fill to Brown Bess. Brown Bess is my joy, &c |