By the side of a bridge that stands over a brook
Britannia's Revenge

Behold a Damsel in distress

Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer

Come lay by the Sickle till next Summer Season
Come, come, bonny lassie,' cried Sandy,

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Come listen my honies awhile, you shall hear
Come Neighbours, no longer be patient and quiet
Come listen to my story

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Did you near hear a tale, how a youth in a Vale
Epitaphs

Escap'd with Life in tatters

From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested
Far remov'd from noise and smoke

For England when, with fav ring gale
Friend of my Soul! this Goblet sip

Fair and plump was the maiden I took for a Wife

Good Folks, what a period of Novelty this is
Give me the gallant British Tar

Go patter to Lubbers, and swabs d'ye see

Good law, how things are alter'd now

How sweet in the woodlands with fleet hound and horn 54
How stands the glass around?

Here's to each jolly fellow

Hark! hark! jolly Sportsmen awhile to my tale

I'm the Girl of the Seasons, am known far and near
I'm just come in search of a Wife

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I'm a Soldier you all of you know”

In this lottery of Life should dame Fortune beguile
I'll live no more single, but get me a Wife
If you please, sirs, might I be so bold as to say
I'm return'd from the ocean again, my brave boys
In the downhill of Life, when I find I'm declining

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In Windermere Vale, a Rose there once flourish'd
I love thee by heaven, I cannot say more

In Liquor-pond street, as is well known to many
I'm Gallia's King and Consul too

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I sing of a thief, and a thief call'd a King
I'm sure I never can forget

In Ireland so frisky, with sweet Girls and Whisky
In Yorkshire I wur born and bred

Last night the dogs did bark

Law against Ravishers

Let fame sound the Trumpet and cry to the war
Little Boney don't like us, no matter, who cares

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My name d'ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little sarvice 37
My boys, would you know how our Ship got her name
Matrimony

Musha Grah, what will become of me
Mark, my love,, yon broke up Soldier
My Temples with clusters

My Daddy was a Tinker's Son

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Miss Wigley, her lover call'd first of the fair
Mayhap you have heard how that dear as their lives

No mair, ye bonny Lasses gay

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Oh! gentlefolk, what do you think?
Oh! did you near hear of Kate Kearney
Obedient to his Country's great command
One Patrick O'Blunder, just come from Kilkenny
O, what a dainty fine thing is the Girl I love!
Oh; think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd
On Afric's wide plains, where the lions loud roaring
On the brow of a hill a young shepherdess dwelt
Over the sunny hills I stray

One night extended on my downy bed
Old Tom was a toper of no little merit

Oh, what a story the papers have been telling us
Our immortal Poet's page

Pray, Ladies, did you ever hear

Pale and languid sat Britannia

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Poor Dick Meadows young and blooming
Politicians may ponder the juggles of State
Quoth Richard to Bob, let things go as they will
Should fears alarm, or threats appal
Still Europe hears from Gallia's shore
Shoes, hats, and old cloaths, hare skin, rabbit skin
Since Dick and Nell were Man and Wife
Songs of Shepherds in rustical roundelays
Sweet is the Ship that under Sail

Says Jack to his messmate, I'll tell you a tale
So careless I sat in my grandmother's bower
Since last I trod upon this ground
Sweet weeping willow, friend of Tears
Sir Jerry Go-nimble was lame of a leg

Thro' London Streets I trip along
The lillies were blowing

The Solai who to hastle goor

Tis for bread, 'tis for life, dearest lady, I sue
The new drunken Oration

The passing bell was heard to toll

The inquest is set for the tea-things they call
To Batchelor's Hall we good fellows invite
'Twas past meridian half past four

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'Twas Saturday Night, six went the clock
'Twas all how and about and concerning the war
'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward
blew keenly

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'Twas at Portsmouth I first saw my Nancy
The British Tar no peril knows

'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh Town

The winds whistl'd shrilly,

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin
The trees seem to fade as the dear spot I'm viewing
Tight Lads have I sail'd with
There was an ancient fair
That money will multiply care
The little poy about the street
There was a gay man milliner
Tom Gobble was a Grocer's Son

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Fell, vat d'ye vant now to buy

With shatter'd limbs Jack came from sea
Wilt thou be mine, fair Caroline ?

Why what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
When in uar on the ocean we meet the proud foe
When Bibo went down to the regions below
When Steerwell heard me first impart
Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature

Well here I am to tell

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When I was a young Man in sweet Tipperary
Whate'er squeamish lovers may say

When Orpheus went down to the regions below
When first on the plain I began to appear
Which is the properest day to drink

While the banners of war thro' the globe are display'd 169
Women and War alternate move

When the Sun bright ascending illumines the sky
While the day-star of Europe wing wicked should

seem

Ye gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease
Your pardon, hind gentlefolk, pray

Young Roger the Ploughman who wanted a mate
Ye British Sons awake to Glory

Ye Belle's that in riding delight

Young Roger threw Margery down on the floor
Young William was a Seaman true

Ye Sons of Bacchus who know no controul
You've heard of a frog in a opera hat

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Ulverston; Printed by G. Ashburner.