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And now to camplete this division of spoil,
These highwaymen held consultation ; To secure their booty, Brother Louis they make
The King of the Great-breeches nation, While the sons of brave Tell, who for ages
have stood Unconquer'd their freedom defending. Are cut out for the jackall, the cuckold Murat;
And their necks to this monster are bending. Arrah, faith ; there is one more of this hope
ful branch; And his name it is Admiral Jerry, Who intends Daddy Neptune's firm throne to upset.
And in England to reign free and merry. Ye winds be auspicious! don't blow him to port,
Till the jack-tars of Britain shall meet him, And then, with the honours of powder and ball,
His new subjects will heartily greet him.
Or compromise Britain's proud charter,
Or to freedom we'll each fall a martyr.
Sooner plunge in old Ocean's salt waves,
fathers stood, Or submit to a Nation of Slaves.
A TRIP TO LANCASTER RACES.
Addressed to a Friend. YOU know my dear friend that I've spent all my
life la seading and writing and without a wife, Have travell’d thus far on the journey alone, Till I've seen, you must know, sumnjers thirty and
And yet in this period I never durst venture
I rose in the morning, and dress'd myself neatly In a suit of new cloaths that were made by Will
Wheatley; And that nought night be wanting, without more
- demur, I put on my boots, and a family-spur; Then mounting my gelding, we ambled along, Till a jovial old beggar came humming a song; My horse sorely frighten'd 'gan caper and founce, And three miles on the road I came off with a
bounce ; I remounted unhurt, and without more disaster, Arriv'd in good time at the town of Lancaster. There a glass of brisk wine soon my spirits renew'd And I walk'd to the Course in a merry tun'd mood; The crowd was so vast, and the weather so fair, Lord bless me! thought I, all the world sure is
here! Astonished, confounded, I gap'd and I star'd, At a sight, which so strange and so novel appear'd, In the Indian fashion here houses arose, Where folks sat at ease in their holiday clothes; There gamester's presided at O and E Tables, And told you bad luck and misfortune were fables, While a round-a-bout horse to some youngsters of
spirit, In a circle display'd his most wonderful merit. I was musing on these, when a trumpet's shrill
sound Proclaim'd that the coursers were pacing the ground Now quickly they start, and as quickly they run,
While my ears were astonisii'd with “ Done, Sir!
and · Done!" Transported I eagerly cry'd, “ White a guinea!" " Done, Sir!" says another! thought I thou’rt a
ninny; But it quickly appear'd that my judgement was
sleeping, For the red won the race, and I paid for my peeping.
However, well pleas'd with the sports of the day, I thought I'd e'en venture to go to the play; So muster'd up spirits to purchase admission, And sat down in the Pit with amazing precision : You'll believe me, my friend, when I tell you that
So closes my ramble; the race the next year
PHILOTAS. July gth. 1810.
EVERY DAY IN THE WEEK.
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Bravo! bravo! each is my day,
EPITAPH ON A TAILOR.
RAM'S HORNS. AS Cornus, poor soul, was provok'd by his Wife (A most termagant jade, and promoter of strife) She exhausted his patience so much that he swore, He would put her to death for one crooked word
more. “Since you threaten me so,"—(was the Vixen's
reply) «I say, Ram's Horns, you dog, and will say't if I
TOM AND NED.
When Tom call'd in, one day on Nede
Who sigh'd ; but dard not shake it!
SUPPER AT GLASGOW.
WHILE the banners of war through the globe are
display'd, Peace and love, those our best blessings, our bo
soms prevade; In the dance and the song we delightfully join, And plenty prevails with the juice of the vine: With wealth we are blest, and true freedom enjoy; While our fair ones, so lovely, our hearts fill with
With wealth we are blest, &c. What nation with ours in bright beauties can vie ? Like the sun in full splendour, they dazzle the eye; Their minds are improved with wit, judgment, and
sense, And their presence does ever pure pleasure
dispense: Look around in the circle, you'll certainly find, The sweetest expression with loveliness join'd.
Look around, &c.
O see from Ierne a nymph most divine, .
To Hymen's, &c. Springs delight from the grape or the sports of the
field, Much greater I'm sure lovely woman will yield; She alone is the source of our hopes and our joys, From whence all our dearest enjoyments arise: