The lawyer and the usurer,
That sit in gowns of fur,

In closets warm, can take no harm,
Abroad they need not stir;

When winter fierce with cold doth pierce,
And beats with hail and snow,
We are sure to endure,

When the stormy winds do blow.
We bring home costly merchandise,
And jewels of great price,
To serve our English gallantry,
With many a rare device;
To please our English gallantry,
Our pains we freely show,

gallant Seaman's Sufferings.

You gentlemen of England
That live at home at ease,
Ah, little do you think upon
The dangers of the seas;
Give ear unto the mariners,
And they will plainly show
[All] the cares, and the fears,
When the stormy winds do blow.
All you that will be seamen,

Must bear a valiant heart,
For when you come upon the seas
You must not think to start;
Nor once to be faint-hearted,

In hail, rain, blow, or snow,
Nor to think for to shrink

When the stormy winds do blow.
The bitter storms and tempests
Poor seamen do endure,

Both day and night, with many a fright,

We seldom rest secure ;

Our sleep it is disturbed

With visions strange to know,
And with dreams on the streams,
When the stormy winds do blow.
In claps of roaring thunder,

Which darkness doth enforce,
We often find our ship to stray
Beyond her wonted course:
Which causeth great distractions,
And sinks our hearts full low;
"Tis in vain to complain,
When the stormy winds do blow.
Sometimes in Neptune's bosom
Our ship is tost in waves,
And ev'ry man expecting
The sea to be their graves!
Then up aloft she mounteth,
And down again so low,
'Tis with waves, O with waves,
When the stormy winds do blow.
Then down again we fall to pray'r,
With all our might and thought,
When refuge all doth fail us,

'Tis that must bear us out;
To God we call for succour,
For he it is, we know,
That must aid us, and save us,
When the stormy winds do blow.

When the stormy winds do blow. We sometimes sail to th' Indies, To fetch home spices rare; Sometimes again, to France and Spain, For wines beyond compare; Whilst gallants are carousing,

In taverns on a row,

Then we sweep o'er the deep,
When the stormy winds do blow.
When tempests are blown over,

And greatest fears are past,
In weather fair, and temp'rate air,
We straight lie down to rest;
But when the billows tumble,
And waves do furious grow,
Then we rouse, up we rouse,
When the stormy winds do blow.

If enemies oppose us,

When England is at war

With any foreign nations,

We fear not wound nor scar;
Our roaring guns shall teach 'em
Our valor for to know,
Whilst they reel, in the keel,
When the stormy winds do blow.
We are no cowardly shrinkers,
But true Englishmen bred,
We'll ply our parts, like valiant hearts,
And never fly for dread;
We'll play our business nimbly
Whene'er we come or go,
With our mates, to the Straits,
When the stormy winds do blow.
Then courage, all brave mariners,
And never be dismay'd,
Whilst we have bold adventurers

We ne'er shall want a trade;
Our merchants will employ us,
To fetch them wealth, I know;
Then be bold, work for gold,

When the stormy winds do blow.
When we return in safety,
With wages for our pains,
The tapster and the vintner
Will help to share our gains:
We call for liquor roundly,
And pay before we go:
Then we'll roar on the shore,

When the stormy winds do blow.

$60. Song. GOLDSMITH.

THE wretch condemn'd with life to part
Still, still on hope relies;
And ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
Bids expectation rise.

Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

§ 61. Song. GOLDSMITH.

O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,

And turning all the past to pain:

Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe!
And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.

§ 62. Song. GENTLY touch the warbling lyre, Chloe seems inclin'd to rest; Fill her soul with fond desire,

Softest notes will soothe her breast: Pleasing dreams assist in love: Let them all propitious prove. On the mossy bank she lies

(Nature's verdant velvet bed), Beauteous flowers meet her eyes, Forming pillows for her head; Zephyrs waft their odours round, And indulging whispers sound.

§ 63. The same parodied. GENTLY stir and blow the fire, Lay the mutton down to roast, Dress it quickly, I desire,

In the dripping put a toast, That I hunger may remove; Mutton is the meat I love. On the dresser see it lie,

O! the charming white and red! Finer meat ne'er met my eye. On the sweetest grass it fed: Let the jack go swiftly round, Let me have it nicely brown'd. On the table spread the cloth,

Let the knives be sharp and clean : Pickles get, and salad both,

Let them each be fresh and green : With small beer, good ale, and wine, Oye Gods! how I shall dine!

§ 64. Song. SHAKSPEARE. UNDER the green-wood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat,

§ 65. A Dirge. D'URFEY. SLEEP, sleep, poor youth! sleep, sleep in peace, Reliev'd from love, and mortal care; Whilst we, that pine in life's disease, Uncertain blest less happy are. Couch'd in the dark and silent grave, No ills of fate thou now canst fear; In vain would tyrant power enslave, Or scornful beauty be severe. Wars that do fatal storms disperse,

Far from thy happy mansion keep: Earthquakes that shake the universe,

Can't rock thee into sounder sleep. With all the charms of peace possest, Secure from life's tormentor, pain, Sleep, and indulge thyself with rest, Nor dream thou ere shalt rise again.

$67. Song. The Fairies.

COME follow, follow me,
Ye fairy elves that be,
Light tripping o'er the green;
Come follow Mab, your queen:
Hand in hand we'll dance around,
For this place is fairy ground.

When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest;
Unheard and unespied,
Through key-holes we do glide;
Over tables, stools, and shelves,
We trip it with our fairy elves.

And if the house be foul
With platter, dish, or bowl,
Up stairs we nimbly creep,
And find the sluts asleep;

Then we pinch their arms and thighs;
None us hears, and none us spies.

But if the house be swept,
And from uncleanness kept,
We praise the household maid,
And duly she is paid:
Every night before we go,
We drop a tester in her shoe.

Then o'er a mushroom's head
Our table-cloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat,
The diet that we eat;
Pearly drops of dew we drink,
In acorn cups fill'd to the brink.

The brains of nightingales,
With unctuous fat of snails,
Between two cockles stew'd,
Is meat that's easily chew'd;
Tails of worms, and marrow of mice,
Do make a dish that's wondrous nice!

The grasshopper, gnat, and fly,
Serve for our ministrelsy;
Grace said, we dance a while,
And so the time beguile :

And if the moon doth hide her head,

The glow-worm lights us home to bed.

O'er tops of dewy grass
So nimbly we do pass,
The young and tender stalk
Ne'er bends where we do walk;
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where we the night before have been.

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There the squire of the pad, and the knight of the post,

Find their pains no more balk'd, and their hopes no more cross'd. Derry down, &c.

Great claims are there made, and great secrets are known;

And the king, and the law, and the thief, has his own;

But my hearers cry out, What a deuce dost thou ail?

Put off thy reflections, and give us thy tale."
Derry down, &c.

'Twas there then, in civil respect to harsh laws, And for want of false witness to back a bad

cause,

A Norman, though late, was obliged to appear; And who to assist but a grave Cordelier!

Derry down, &c.

The squire whose good grace was to open the

scene,

Seem'd not in great haste that the show should begin;

Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart. Derry down, &c.

What frightens you thus, my good son? says the priest;

You murder'd, are sorry, and have been confess'd.

O father! my sorrow will scarce save my bacon; For 'twas not that I murder'd, but that I was

taken.