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ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed SUSAN came on board, "O where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet WILLIAM sails among your crew?”

WILLIAM, who high upon the yard
Rock'd by the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below;

The cord glides swiftly through his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark high poised in air
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
If chance his mate's shrill call he hear,
And drops at once into her nest:

The noblest captain in the British fleet

Might envy WILLIAM's lips those kisses sweet.

"O SUSAN,

"O SUSAN, SUSAN, lovely dear!
My vows shall ever true remain;
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again.

Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

"Believe not what the landmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
They'll tell thee, sailors when away
At every port a mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

"If to fair 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, every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely SUE.

"Tho' battle calls me from thy arms,

Let not my pretty SUSAN mourn ;

Tho' cannons roar, yet free from harms
WILLIAM shall to his dear return:

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,

Lest precious tears should drop from SUSAN's eye."

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The boatswain gives the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosoms spread;
No longer must she stay on board,

They kiss'd; she sigh'd; he hung his head:
Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land;
"Adien!" she cries, and waved her lily hand.

GAY.

ONE morning very carly, one morning in the spring,
I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing;
Her chains she rattled on her hands while sweetly thus sung she;
"I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

"O cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea!
And cruel cruel was the ship that bore my love from me!
Yet I love his parents since they're his, altho' they've ruin'd me;
And I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

"O should it please the pitying pow'rs to call me to the sky,
I'd claim a guardian angel's charge around my love to fly;
To guard him from all dangers how happy should I be !
For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

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“I'll make a strawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine,
With roses, lilies, daisies, I'll mix the eglantine ;
And I'll present it to my love when he returns from.sea,
For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

66 Oh, if I were a little bird to build upon his breast,
Or if I were a nightingale to sing my love to rest!
To gaze upon his lovely eyes all my reward should be ;
For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

"Oh, if I were an eagle to soar into the sky!

I'd gaze around with piercing eyes where I my love might spy;
But ah! unhappy maiden, that love you ne'er shall see :
Yet I love my love, because I know my love loves me."

Ir was a winter's evening, and fast came down the snow, And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blast did blow, When a damsel all forlorn, quite bewilder'd in her way, Press'd her baby to her bosom, and sadly thus did say:

"Oh!

"Oh! cruel was my father, that shut his door on me, And cruel was my mother, that such a sight did see,

And cruel is the wintry wind that chills my heart with cold, But crueller than all, the lad that left my love for gold.

"Hush, hush, my lovely baby, and warm thee in my breast:
Ah, little thinks thy father how sadly we 're distrest!
For cruel as he is, did he know but how we fare,
He'd shield us in his arms from this bitter piercing air.

"Cold, cold, my dearest jewel! thy little life is gone: Oh! let my tears revive thec, so warm that trickle down. My tears that gush so warm, oh! they freeze before they fall: Ah wretched, wretched mother! thou'rt now bereft of all!"

'Then down she sunk despairing upon the drifted snow,
And wrung with killing anguish lamented loud her woe;
She kiss'd her baby's pale lips, and laid it by her side,
Then cast her eyes to heaven, then bow'd her head and died. *
J. A.

* The editor would not have ventured to insert a composition of his own in a select collection, had it not already been received with marks of the public approbation. It is scarcely necessary to point out an imitation of the preceding piece in its manner; though not in its subject.

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