Where they answer'd the parson with voices so

You'd have swore that they both had said nothing

at all.

But mark what a change---in the course of a week, Kate quite left of blushing, Roger boldly could speak;

Could joke with his deary, laugh loud at the jest; She could coax too and fondle as well as the best.

And asham'd of past folly they've often declar'd, To encourage young folks who at courtship are scar'd,

If at first to your aid some assurance you call,
When once you are us'd to't, 'tis nothing at all.

MR. O'GALLAGHER.

O, WHAT a dainty fine thing is the girl I love! She fits my finger, as neat as a Lim'rick glove; If that I had her just down by yon mountain side, 'Tis there I would ax her if she would become my bride.

The skin on her cheek is as red as Eve's apple; Her pretty round waist with my arms I'd soon grapple:

But when that I ax'd her for leave just to follow her,

She cock'd up her nose, and cry'd---No, Mr. O'Gallagher.

O, Cicely, my jewel, the dickens go with you, why, If that you're cruel, it's down at your feet I'll lie; 'Case you're hard-hearted, I'm melted to skin and bone!

Sure you'd me pity to see me grunt and groan.
But all I could say, her hard heart could not mollify,
Still she would titter, and giggle, and look so shy;
Then with a frown, I'm desir'd not to follow her;
Isn't this pretty usage for Mr. O'Gallagher,

Twas at Balligally, one Easter, I met with her, Into Jem Garvey's I went, where I sat, with her; Cicely, my jewel, if that you will be my own,

Scon Father Luke, he will come and he'll make us

one;

On hearing of this, how her eyes they did glister bright:

Cicely, my jewel, I'll make you my own this night. When that she found me determin'd to follow her, I am your's, she then cry'd out, sweet Mr. O'Gallagher.

THE SEA STORM.

CEASE rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,
List ye landsmen all to me;
Messmates, hear a brother sailor

Sing the dangers of the sea;
From bounding billows, first in motion
When the distant whirlwinds rise,

To the tempest-troubled ocean,

Where the seas contend with skies.

LIVELY.

Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,---
By topsail sheets and haulyards stand!
Down top-gallants, quick be hauling!
Down your stay-sails! hand, boys, hand!
Now it freshens, set the braces;

Quick the topsail sheets let go;
Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces!
Up your topsails nimbly clew!

SLOW.

Now all you on down-beds sporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,
Fresh enjoyment wanton courting,

Free from all but love's alarms :--

Round us roars the tempest louder;
Think what fear our mind enthrals
Harder yet, it yet blows harder;
Now again the boatswain calls!

QUICK.

The topsail-yards point to the wind boys!
See all clear to reef each course!
Let the fore-sheets go; don't mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse.
Fore and aft the sprit-sail yard get;
Reef the mizen; see all clear :
Hand up! each preventer-brace set!
Man the fore-yards; cheer, lads, cheer!

SLOW.

Now the dreadful thunder's roaring!
Peals on peals contending clash!
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring!
In our eyes blue lightnings flash!
One wide water all around us,

All above us one black sky!
Diff'rent deaths at once surround us;
Hark! what means that dreadful cry ?

QUICK.

The foremast's gone, cries ev'ry tongue out;
O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck,
A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung dut;
Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to pieces!
Come, my hearts be stout and bold!
Plumb the well; the leak increases,
Four feet water in the hold!

SLOW.

While o'er the ship wild waves are beating,
We for wives or children mourn;
Alas! from hence there's no retreating;
Alas! from hence there's no return:

Still the leak is gaining on us;

Both chain pumps are choak'd below:
Heav'n have mercy here upon us!
For only that can save us now!

QUICK.

O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys;
Let the guns o'er-board be thrown;
To the pump, come, every hand, boys;
See our mizen-mast is gone.

The leak we've found; it cannot pour fast;
We've lighten'd her a foot or more;
Up, and rig a jury fore-mast;

She rights, she rights, boys! wear off shore.

MODERATE.

Now once more on joys we're thinking,
Since kind fortune spar'd our lives;
Come, the can, boys, let's be drinking
To our sweethearts and our wives.

Fill it up, about ship wheel it;

Close to th' lips a brimmer join.

Where's the tempest now? who feels it?
None! our danger's drown'd in wine!

BRIGHT PHOEBUS.

BRIGHT Phœbus has mounted the chariot of day, And the horn and the hounds call each sportsman

away;

Thro' meadows and woods with speed now they bound

Whilst health, rosy health, is in exercise found: Hark away is the word to the sound of the horn, And echo, blythe echo, makes jovial the morn.

Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, - While puss flies to Cover and dogs quick pursue;

Behold where she flies o'er the wide spreading plain, While the loud opening pack pursue her amain. Hark away, &c.

At length puss is caught and lies panting for breath, And the shout of the huntsman's the signal of death;

No joys can delight like the sports of the field,
To hunting all pastime and pleasure must yield.
Hark away, &c.

BRITANNIA'S DEFENDERS.

GENTLY slumb'ring, Britannia, on Albion's shore
Lay in peace, little dreaming but mischief was o'er,
Her posture recumbent set mischief agog,
And rous'd the vain hopes of the Corsican Frog.
To gain our dear Isle was his Consular plan,
At mischief still ready,

Staunch, firm, and steady,

He thought he our freedom could easy trepan.

Thus stepping as soft as a mouse in a cheese,
In his seven-league boots he strode o'er the seas,
Then looking around to see no one was near,
He smiling exclaim'd, "Now I'll have you, my
dear."

Yes, this Corsican Frog thought our Isle to subdue,

But a Tar ever ready,

Bold, hardy, and steady,

Stepp'd behind him, and cry'd, "I'll be d--if you do."

Then Britons, since this is the Corsican's plan,
Let him see we are ready, aye, all to a man

To treat the invader as boasters deserve,

And make him lay dow..

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