Let them throw out their wipes, and cry spight of the crosses, And forgetful of toil that so hardly they bore, That" Sailors at sea earn their money like horses, "To squander it idly like asses ashore." Such lubbers their awe would coil up, could they measure, By their feeling the gen'rous delight without end, &c. Why what's all this nonsense they talks of, and pother All about rights of men, what a plague are they at? If they mean that each man to his messmate's a brother, Why, the lubberly swabs! ev'ry fool can tell that. "WAS within a mile of Edinburgh town, Sweet flowers bloom'd, and the grass was down, N 2 The The lassie blush'd, and frowning cry'd, no, no, it winnot do; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to. Jockey was a wag that ne'er would wed, Bonny Jockey, blythe and free, At church she no more frowning cry'd, no, no, it winnot do, I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to. But when he vow'd he wou'd make her his bride, Won her heart right merrily; Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cry'd, no, no, it winnot do, I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to. WOUL OULD you hear a sad story of woe, 'Tis concerning a tar you must know, His His name was Ben Block--of all men, The most true, the most kind, the most brave: But harsh treated by fortune for Ben, In his prime, found a watery grave. His place no one ever knew more; A curse on all sland'rous tongues! A false friend his mild nature abus'd; And sweet Kate of the vilest of wrongs, To poison Ben's pleasure accus'd; That she never had truly been kind; That false were the tokens she gave; That she scorn'd him, and wish'd he might find In th' ocean a watery grave. Too sure from this cankerous elf, N 3 "false cruel fair;" LET IET the slave of ambition and wealth, On the frolic of fortune depend; I ask but old claret and health, A pack of good hounds, and a friend. True happiness centres in these; Then up with your bumpers, my boys! Each hour that flies we'll improve; A heel tap's a spy on our joys Here's to fox-hunting, friendship, and love. IKE a lark in the morning with early song, Comes the sweep, with his sweep soot ho! Next the cherry cheek damsel comes tripping along, Do you want any milk, maids below! Dust ho, dust! goes the tinkling bell, While sharp in each corner they look; Next the Jew, with his bag and his clothes to sell, Clothes to sell-any clothes! Speaks.]-Hip halloa Moshes, says a wag, have you got any pork to-day! go along, you blackgar, says he; any shoes, hats, and old clothes -anv bat shillings! Let none despise the merry merry cries Any Any pen-knives, or razors, or scissars to grind! Muffins O! crumpets ()! next ring in the ear ; Thus the various cries they in harmony blend; Here's three for a shilling, fine mackarel O! Come break me, or make me before I go; Come here is my fine sparrow-grass! Here's your fine long garters, twopence a pair! Any saucepans, kettles, or pots, to repair! [ries! Round and sound, twopence a pound, nice cher New potatoes, or fine spring sallad! They're tenpence a gallon, gooseberries, Gooseberries, gooseberries! Who buys a new love ballad! LET'S |