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Tho', like the sun, he set in glory,

Wak'd her inmost soul to woe. Alas! bereav'd of such a treasure,

Deep she felt the sense of pain;
Future blessings nothing mov'd her---

Consolation was in vain.
In softest whispers Hope presented

Other Nelsons to her view,
With laurel'd trophies, splendid honors,

Bright as fancy ever drew.
Still undiminish'd was her sorrow,

No words reliev'd her ardent pain :
Till, after hours of speechless anguish,
Thus she mourn'd her hero slain.---

AIR

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SONG. A BLACKSMITH, you'll own, is so clever,

And great in the world is his place, And the reason I've guess'd, why for ever..

A blacksmith's deserving of grace. Creat lawyers who plead and who preach, While many good causes they mar,

May yield to the blacksmith to teach,
For he labours still more at the bar.

Sing fal de la, &c. When great men do wrong in the state,

The Commons try hard at their poles ; While the blacksmith, as certain as fate,

Could have'em haul'd over the coals.
And if rogues put their name to a draft,

The law for their hanging will teaze;
But blacksmiths are free from all craft,
And may forge just as 'much as they please.

Fal de la, &c. The vices of trade he holds cheap,

And laughs at the world as it rails, For, spite of the pother they keep,

They can't make a smith eat his nails ! And if, to his praise be it spoke,

To raise him still higher and higher, You may say, and without any joke, All he gets, is got out of the fire.

Fal de la, &c. Then let blacksmiths bc toasted around,

For well it may always be said,
When a fortune by blacksmiths is found,

They must hit the right nail o the head.
No irony now I'm about,

To his metal you'll find him still true ;
Since I've hammer'd his history out,
I hope 'twill be temper'd by you.

Sing fal de la, &c.

BLACK EYE'D SUSAN.

ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,,

The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eye'd Susan came on board,

Oh! where shalt I my true love finchdi

Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me truc,
Dues iny sweet William sail among your crew?
William, who high upon the yard,

Rock'd with the billows to and fro;
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,

He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below. The cord slides swiftly tlirough his glowing hands And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high pois’d in air,

Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
(It, chance, his mate's shrill note he hear)

And drops at once into her nest.
The noblest captain in the British Aleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.
0, Susan! Susan! lovely dear!

My vows shall ever true remain!
Let me kiss off that falling tear,

We only meet to part again.
Change, as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thce.
Believe not what the landmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,

In ev'ry port a mistress find---
Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee so,
For thou art present where soe'er I go.
If to far India's coast we sail,

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright:
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale;

Thy skin is ivory so white :
Thus, ev'ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charms of lovely Sue,
Tho' battles call me from thy arms,

Let not my pretty Susan moarn;
Tho' cannons roar, yet safe from harms
William shall to his dear return;

Love turns aside the balls that round me fty,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadful word,

The sails their swelling bosoms spread;
No longer must she stay aboard;

They kiss’d; she sigh’d; he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land : Adieul she cries; and wav'd her lily hand.

EXHIBITIONS; OR, JOHN LUMPS RAMBLE

TO SOMERSET HOUSE.

IF you please, Sirs, might I be so bold as to say, (For I fancy I've somehow mistaken my way,) Is this Common Garden? Why, ʼtis, I declare, Aye, and I thought I could never mistake my way there.

Tol de rol, &c.

'Tis not long ago since I first com’d to town,
And though I be only a poor simple clown,
Says I, “Now l'll see all the fine sights I can,”
So the very next morning to Smithfield I ran.

Tol de rol, &c.

What I most wish'd to see, Sirs, was Bartlemy fair, 'Caze I'd heard some gay things were exhibited

there. I expected some fun, but was greatly mistaken, And zeed nought but oxen and sheep fat as bacon.

Tol de rol, &c.

From Smithfield. I went down to Westminster Hall, Where the lawyers all try which the loudest can

bawl ;,

But them I soon left, for I'd heard people say, 'If.you hear them talk much, there's a good deal to pay.

Tol de rol, &c.

At last I found out that all folks of condition
Pass'd a morning at Somerset House exhibition;
So I thought just for once, as that there was the case,
I'd e’en make one among'em, and shew my sweet
face.

Tol de rol, &c.

The picters, I own, look'd all clever and right,
But the ladies, Oh! bless 'em, they made the best

sight; And rightly to tell would ha' puzzled a ghost, Whether women or picters were painted the most.

Tol de rol, &c.

Now they always kept laughing and staring at me,
But what it were for, sure I cou'dn't see;
And the picters and all, look wherever I wou'd,
They stard at me too, just like Alesh and blood.

Tol de rol, &c.
There were horses as nat'ral as ever could be,
And our sailors a licking the French on the sea.
The French! but don't let me forget it, oh! never;-
There were one beating Frenchmen and Spaniards
together.

Tol de rol, &c. But to Portsmouth, or Plymouth, if you'd only go, There's a rare exhibition we took from the foe; There the enemy's feets safe at anchor are shewn; Such a sight, pray, what country can shew but our own?

Tol de rol, &c.

But see, there's the prompter he wants me away ; I would sing ye more, but he'll not let me stay:

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