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For indeed you would soon starve without meg i
My mind is content

When I pay my own rent,

And I'm happy when friends are about me..
Draw near to my table,.

Ye boys that are able,

Let us hear no more words of complaining,
For the ringing of glasses

All music surpasses,

I long to see bottles a draining.

Let the mighty and great

Roll in splendor and state,

For I envy no mortal, I swear it;

For I eat my own ham,

My own chicken, and lamb,

Lal de lal, &c.n.

And I sheer my own sheep and I wear it;

I have all things in season,

Such as woodcock, and pheasant,

And the lark is my morning alarmer,,

So may each good fellow

That loves to be mellow,

Drink "the plough and the good honest farmer.".

Lal de lal, &c,^.

DICKEY GROG.,

A CALEDONIAN tar am I,
Return'd to take some pleasure;
On shore again, with Nell, I'll try
To spend my little treasure;
When young, I lightly us'd to trip

Through moorland, brake, or bog, sir,,
As dad design'd me for a ship,,
He call'd me Dicky Grog, sir.

I fearless met each British foe,..

From Greenland to Good Hope, sir, ́,

From Marmora to Mexico,

I strove with them to cope, sir,
My namesake cheer'd my mates and me;
We always did them flog, sir;
Our sole delight was to bravely fight,
Then conquer and drink grog, sir,

With Vincent we the Spaniards fought,
And made the Dons to run, sir,
We fought the Dutch at Camperdown,
But found it sharper fun, sir;
We, at the Nile, the French did foil,
They died, or swam like frogs, sir
Their tars we sav'd--- their fleet secur'd,
Then cheerly drank our grog, sir.

The stubborn Dane we next subdu'd,
And broke their d--n'd coalition :
The Swede and Russ for peace they su'd,
We granted their petition.

'Bout ship we put, our coast to guard
From menacing French dogs, sir,
And laugh'd to see their vain bravade,
While we tipp'd off our grog, sir.

What glorious fun, to see them run,
Whene'er we hove in sight, sir;
A-right a-left, the surge did foam.
As we pursu'd the'r flight, sir,
Below, aloft, both fore and aft,
Each sailor stood agog, sir,

To make them prize---but, d--n their eyes,
They left us drinking grog, sir.

They found us firm, prepar'd so well
To meet their utmost boast, sir;
A peace they ask'd---and strange to tell,
We gave back all they lost, sir;
Was e'er such valour thrown away?
Such victories lost in fog, sir,
The Gauls but flatter to betray,

And ruin Dicky Grog, sir.

But, hark! the trumpet's warlike sound
Makes hills and dales to ring, sir,
Calls Britain's sons to rally round
The standard of their King, sir.
I go---adieu, my faithful Nell,

I go-to check this plund'rer;
The haughty Consul soon shall feel
The pow'r of British thunder!

My gallant comrades, arm with speed,
Repel the tyrant stranger;

Curs'd be the man who fears to bleed,、
To save his home from danger,

For me---with Nelson, Smith, and Co..
I'll thro' the ocean jog, sir,

We'll flog this d--n'd marauding foe,
Then triumph o'er our grog, sir.

THE TOM CAT..

WELL here I am to tell,

Because it is my fancy;

I lov'd a pretty girl,

And some folks call'd her Nancy.
Now Nancy I thought lov'd me,
Or else I dreamt or read so,

And all because d'ye see,
That somebody had said so..

'Twas but t'other night

I call'd, a little mellow,

La ral la ral la, &c.

When out she pop'd the light,.

And down stairs run a fellow.
Says I Pray, who's been here?"
When she who thought me boozy,,

Cried, " Nobody my dear,

Only Tom our pussy.”

La ral la, &c

"O curse that Tom!" says I,
"If he comes here a mousing,
"My sweetest Nan good-bye;
I hate such damn'd carousing."
"But we shall wed," says she,
"And every body cries so."
Says I, "That ne'er can be,
"Since every body lies so."

So any body now

May take my charming Nancy ;. Because, d'ye see, as how

She does not suit my fancy.

That Tom, that damn'd Tom cat,

La ral la, &c..

Should Nancy in marriage catch me,

Strange things they might be at,

And now and then might scratch me.

La ral la, &c.

THE FRIAR.

A JOLLY fat friar lov'd liquor good store,
And he had drunk stoutly at supper;
He mounted his horse in the night at the door,
And sat with his face to the crupper.

"Some rogue," quoth the friar, quite dead to

remorse,

"Some thief whom an halter will throttle---. "Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horse,, "While I was engag'd with the bottle--

"Which went gluggity, gluggity, glug.".

The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale, 'Twas the friar's road home strait and level--But when spurr'd, a horse follows his nose, not his tail,

So he scamper'd due north like the devil.

"This new mode of docking,” the fat friar said, "I perceive does not make a horse trot ill; "And 'tis cheap, for he never can eat off his head, "While I am engag'd with the bottle,"

Which goes gluggity, &c.

The steed made a stop, in the pond he had got,
He was rather for drinking and grazing;
Quoth the friar, "'Tis strange headless horses
should trot,

"But to drink with their tails is amazing."

Turning round to find whence this phenomenon rose,

In the pond fell this son of the bottle;

Quoth he, "The head's found, for I'm under his.

nose;

I wish I was over the bottle!"

Which goes gluggity, &c..

YOUNG ROGER THE PLOWMAN..

YOUNG Roger the plowman who wanted a mate,
Went along with his daddy a courting to Kate;
With nosegay so large in his holiday cloaths,
(His hands in his pockets) away Roger goes.

Now he was as bashful as bashful could be,
And Kitty, poor girl! was as bashful as he;
So he bow'd and he star'd and he let his hat fall,
Then he grinn'd, scratch'd his head, and said no- .
thing at all.

If awkward the swain, no less awkward the maid; She simper'd and blush'd, with her apron-string play'd;

'Till the old folks, impatient to have the thing done, Agreed that young Roger and Kate should be one.

In silence the young ones both nodded assent,
Their hands being join'd, to be married they went,,

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