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Blung'd me and three poor sailors:more,

Headlong within the foaming ocean!
Poor wretches ! they soon found their graves;

For me---it may be only fancy---
But love seem'd to forbid the waves

To snatch me from the arms of Nancy. Scarce the foul hurricane was clear’d,

Scarce winds and waves had ceasd to rattle, Ere a bold enemy appear’d,

And, dauntless, we prepar'd for battle. And now, while some friend or wife,

Like lightning rushid on ev'ry fancy, To Providence I trusted life,

Put up a pray’r---and thought on Nancy. At last, 'twas in the month of May,

The crew, it being lovely weather, At thrce, A. M. discover'd day,

And England's chalky cliffs together; At seven, up Channel how we bore,

While hopes and fears rushid on my fancy; At twelve I gaily jump'd ashore,

And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.

* * * * * *


'TWAS Saturday night, six went the clock,

Spruce was the barber's shop; Wigs decorated ev'ry block,

From scratch to Tyburn top.
Mambrino's helmet scower'd so bright,

Smil'd to receive the suds,
And labourers flock'd to shave o'er night,

To grace their Sunday's duds.

Spoken. ] And there was Smash, the glazier; and Sink, the plumber; and Light, the tallow-chandler; and Blow, the bellows-maker; and Thrash, the Farmer; and Blind, the upholsterer; and Bother, the lawyer ; and Bury, the undertaker; and Smother, the dustman; and those labourers of different descriptions,

Who on Saturday night,
To get decent in plight,

Get shay'd fit for church on the Sunday;
Of their trangressions sore,
To pay off the week's score,

The better to sin on a Monday.
First come first serv'd; neighbour Eelskin, sit,

You're summon’d to the chair:
The customers thicken, while round goes the wit,

Above board all, and fair.
Well Joe, and how do the world wag?

How's wife, and cats, and dogs ?
Foinely, I thank thee, Master Spragg,

That's well and how goes hogs ?

Spoken. ] I say, lawyer, the tonser here is a keen hand at a razor ; he'll shave you as close as you shave your clients, ha, ha, ha, and then he gives one such a twist you see, though nobody affronts un, he always takes one by the nose, ha, ha, ha, yes, but the worst on't be, that he somtimes shavesee and bleedsee for the same money, ha, ha, ha. Yaw! yaw! zounds, you have killed me! Killed you! killed you! I almost cut my thumb off through your lanthern jaw. Look, look, the butcher do blecd like a pig, ha, ha, ha.

Thus the laugh grows loud,
Mongst the village croud,

Wło get shav'd fit for church on Sunday;
Of their trangressions sore,
To pay off the week's score,

The better to sin on the Monday.
Now nothing escapes, the taxman they rate,

They roast and baste the cook,
The butcher cut up, the fisherman bait,

And the schoolmastez bring to booker

And many a random point they Kit,

To give the sallies birth,
And make up what they want in wit,

By noise and vacant mirth.

Spoken. ] And how diddy come on about the elec. tion? Why, we brought in the squire. A little bribery, I suppose, hey.? Oh, no, no, no bribery at all; I'll tell you how it were: the squire says to I, and about seventeen more neighbours, I'll bet ev'ry one of you fifty guineas that I be'nt returned for your borough; so we said done ; so when we came to consider what a foolish job we had made on't, Icod we were obliged to bring un in, for fear of loosing our money, ha, ha, ha, don'tee zee, don'tee zee, ha, ha, ha.

Thus the laugh goes round,
'Mongst the village croud,

Who get shav'd fit for church on Sunday;
Of their transgressions sore,
To pay off the week's score,

The better to sin on a Monday.


WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn,

And gentle peace returning,
Wi’ mony a sweet babe fatherless,

And mony a widow mourning;
I left the lines and tented field,

Where lang I'd been a lodger,
My humble knapsack a' my wealth,

A poor and honest sodger.
A leal light heart was in my breast,

My hand unstain’d wi' plunder;
And for fair Scotia hame again,
I cheery on did wander.


I thought upon the banks o’ Coil,

I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon the witching smile,

That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach'd the bonny glen,

Where early life I sported;
I pass’d the mill, and trysting thorn,

Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but mine ain dear maid,

Down by her mother's dwelling!
And turn'd me round to hide the food,

That in my een was swelling. Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass,

Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom,
O! happy, happy may he be,

That's dearest to thy bosom ;
My purse is light, I've far to gang,

And fain wad be thy lodger;
I've serv'd my king and country lang,

Take pity on a sodger.
Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,

And lovelier was than ever;
Quo' she, a sodger once I lo'ed,

Forget him shall I never :
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,

Ye freely shall partake it,
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,

You're welcome for the sake o't.
She gaz'd---she redden'd like a rose,

Syne pale like ony lilly,
She sank within mine arms, and cried,

Art thou mine ain dear Willie ?
By him who made yon sun and sky,

By whom true love's regarded,
I am the man---and thus may still

True lovers be rewarded.
The wars are o’er, and I'm come hame,

And find thee still true-hearted ;

Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,

And mair, we'se ne'er be parted.
Quo' she, my grandsire left me gowd,

A mailin plenish'd fairly:
And come, my faithful sodger lad,

Thou’rt welcome to it dearly.
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,

The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger's prize,

The sodger's wealth is honour; The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,

Nor count him as a stranger; Remember he's his country's stay,

In day and hour of danger.

THE HISTORY OF THE WAR. "TWAS all how and about and concerning the war,

And all the glory of Britain's bold navy; And all our fine brushes, and what 'twas all for, That the whistle of fame has sung out sea and

shore, For when british bull dogs begin for to roar, The prettiest shall soon cry peccavi. For the war, e how it happened, and what 'twas

about, That's nothing to we, tars must do as they're

bid; So, all I can tell you, the war once broke out,

They told us to lick'em, and lick'em we did. As for order and such, you don't get that from me, I shall just as they come speak of actions that's

past, So they do us but honour as lords of the sea, It don't matter a damn, which come first or which last:

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