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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
 THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
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( TPID'SMISC 
 
 PR 14 1936 
 .ANY. 
 
 LADY AND GENTLEMAN'S 
 
 HARMONIOUS COMPANION, 
 
 BEING A COLLECTION OF 
 FAVOURITE 
 
 SONGS, 
 
 Suitable to promote Joy awl lessen Care* 
 
 MUSIC IS THE VOICE OF LOVE. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA: 
 
 PRINTED AND SOLD BY JOHN BIOREN, No. 88, 
 CHESNl'T-S TREET. 
 
 1813. 
 
TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS. 
 
 THE President. The beggar's blessing. 
 
 The Vice President. The land we live in. 
 
 The Senate and House Patience in adversity, 
 of Representatives. Health and competency. 
 
 The Land of Peace and The female economist. 
 Plenty. Love and Friendship. 
 
 The Navy of America The staff' of Life. 
 
 May the brow of the brave never want a wreath of 
 laurel. 
 
 May the lover of a glass never want a bottle. 
 
 May we never envy the happiness of others. 
 
 All that love can give, or sensibility enjoy. 
 
 Supply to the purse of the cheerful giver. 
 
 May the enemies of America never triumph over 
 her. 
 
 Constancy in love and sincerity in friendship. 
 
 Every thing of fortune but her instability. 
 
 Sense to win a heart and merit to keep it. 
 
 Riches to the generous and power to the merciful. 
 
 May all honest souls find a friend in need. 
 
 May we please and be pleased. 
 
 Love in a cottage, and envy to none. 
 
 May the single be married, and the married be happy. 
 
 Inclination to confer, and gratitude to remember fa- 
 vours- 
 Great men honest, and honest men, great. 
 
 Health, joy, and mutual love. 
 
 May our joys multiply and our cares decrease. 
 
 Frugality without meanness. 
 
 M.i\ real merit be rewarded in the arms of virtue. 
 
 Ma) the honest heart never feel distress. 
 
 May genius and merit never want a friend* 
 
 Pleasures that please on reflection. 
 
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 The circle of our female acquaintance 
 
 May they never want who have a spirit to spend. 
 
 Provision to the unprovided. 
 
 The hearts that sympathy unite, may Hymen join. 
 
 Success to our hopes and enjoyment to our wishes. 
 
 May we always have a friend, and know his value. 
 
 The honest patriot and unbiassed American. 
 
 May we always forget when we forgive an injury. 
 
 All our wants and wishes. 
 
 May temptation never conquer virtue. 
 
 More friends and less need of them. t 
 
 Friendship without interest, and love without deceit. 
 
 Taste to our pleasure, and pleasure to our taste. 
 
 The love of liberty, and liberty in love. 
 
 Let fortune be always an attendant on virtue, 
 
 May we never feel want, nor ever want feeling. 
 
 The heart that feels, and the hand that gives-. 
 
 Health in freedom, and union to parties. 
 
 Love without fear, and life without care. 
 
CUPID'S MIStELIIflXY, &c. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 THE world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, 
 And Friendship's a Jewel we seldom can m. 
 How strange d< n, that in searching 1 aroundj 
 
 "I'h is source of content is so rare ro be found ! 
 
 endship ! thou balm and rich sweetener of life, 
 Kind parent of ease, and composer of strife ; 
 Without thee, alas ! what are riches and power, 
 But empty delusions, the joys of an hour ? 
 
 How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend : 
 On whom we may always with safety depend ? 
 Our joys, when extended, will always increase, 
 And griefs when divided are hush'd into peace, 
 "When fortune is smiling, what crowds will appear, 
 Their kindness to ofFer and friendship sincere; 
 Yet change but the prospect, and point out distress, 
 No longer to court you they eagerly press. 
 
 SONG....77if Lass of Patie't Mill \ 
 THE lass of Patie's Mill, 
 
 So bonm, blithe, and gay, 
 In spue of all my skill, 
 
 Hath stole my heart away: 
 When tedding of the hay, 
 
 Bare headed on the green, 
 Love midst her locks did play, 
 
 And wanton'd in her een. 
 
 Her arms white, round, and smooth, 
 
 Brersts rising in their dawn, 
 To age it would. give youth, 
 
 To press them with his hand. 
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 Through all my spirits ran, 
 
 An ecstacy of bliss, 
 When I sucii sweetness fand 
 
 Wrapt in a balmy kiss. 
 
 Without the help of art, 
 
 Likt flow'rs which grace the wild, 
 She did her sweets impart, 
 
 Whene'er she spoke or s. il'd. 
 Her looks they were so mild, 
 
 Free from aftected pride, 
 She me to love beguiPd 
 
 I wish her for my bride. 
 
 O had I all that wealth,/ 
 
 Hopeton's high mountains fill, 
 Insur'd long life and wealth, 
 
 And pleasures at my will ; 
 I'd promise, and fulfil, 
 
 That none but bonny she, 
 The lass of Patie's Mill, 
 
 Should share the same wi' me. 
 
 SONG....ZTa/> me with thy petticoat. 
 
 O Bell, thy looks have kilPd my heart, 
 I pass the day in pain, 
 
 When night returns I feel the smart, 
 And wish for thee in vain. 
 
 I'm starving cold while thou art warm : 
 Have pity and incline, 
 
 And grant me for a hap that charm- 
 ing petticoat of thine. 
 
 My ravished fancy, in amaze, 
 
 Still wanders o'er thy charms ; 
 Delusive dreams ten thousand ways 
 
 Present thee to my arms. 
 
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 waking" think \vh:it I endure, 
 While en line 
 
 ■ only cure 
 This panting breast of mine. 
 
 1 faint, I fail, and wildly rove, 
 
 mi still deny 
 The just reward that's due to !• 
 
 And let t. n die. 
 
 Oh ! turn, and let compassion seize 
 
 That lovely breast of thine ; 
 Thy petticoat could give me ease, 
 
 If thou and it were mine. 
 
 Sure heaven has fitted for delight 
 
 That beauteous form of thine, 
 And thouYt too pood its laws to slight, 
 
 By hindering 1 the design. 
 May all the pow'rs of love agree 
 
 At length to make thee mine, 
 Or loose my chains, and set me free 
 
 From ev'ry charm of thine. 
 
 SONG... .Maggie Lauder. 
 WHA wadna be in love 
 
 WV bonny Maggie Lauder ? 
 A piper met her gaun to Fife, 
 
 And speir'd wh ey ca'd her i 
 
 Right scornfully she answered him, 
 
 Begone ye hallanshaker, 
 Jog on your gate, ye Bladderskate, 
 name is Maggie Lauder. 
 
 Maggie quoth he and by my bags, 
 
 I'm fidging fain ,o see thee ; 
 Sit down by me, my bonny bird, 
 
 In troth I winna steer thee ; 
 For Vm a piper to my trade, 
 
 My name is Rob the Ranter ; 
 The lasses loup as they were deft, 
 
 When I blow up my chanter. 
 
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 Piper, quoth Meg hae ye your bags. 
 
 Or is your drone in order ? 
 If ye be Rob, I've heard of you, 
 
 Live ye upo* the Border ? 
 The lasses a', baith far and near, 
 
 Have heard of Rob the Ranter* 
 I'll shake my foor wi' right good will 
 
 Gif ye'll blaw up your chanter. 
 
 Then to his bags he flew wi' speed, 
 
 About the drone he twisted; 
 Meg up, and wallop 'd o'er the green, 
 
 For brawly could she frisk it : 
 Weel done, quoth he, play up, quoth she, 
 
 Weel bobb'd, quoth Rob the Ranter, 
 ? Tis worth my while to play indeed, 
 
 When I get sic a dancer. 
 
 Weel ha'e you play'd your part, quoth Meg, 
 
 Your cheeks are like the crimson : 
 There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel, 
 
 Since we lost Happy Simson. 
 I've liv'd in Fife, baith maid and wife, 
 
 These ten years and a quarter ; 
 Gin ye should come to Enster fair, 
 
 Spier ye for Maggie Lauder. 
 
 SONG....£^\? be jovial. 
 
 JOLLY mortals, fill your glasses, 
 
 Noble deeds are done by wine ; 
 Scorn the nymph and all her graces, 
 
 Who'd for love or beauty pine ? 
 Look within the bowl that's flowing*, 
 
 And a thousand charms you'll find, 
 More than Phillis has, tho' going 
 
 In the moment to be kind. 
 
 Alexander hated thinking, 
 
 Drank about at council-board : 
 He subdued the world by drinking, 
 
 More than by' his conquering sword 
 
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 SONG.. ..Duncan Davidtor.. 
 
 I lasi, they caTl her M^eg, 
 - ihe moor to spin ; 
 re was a lad that folIowM her, 
 They ca\l him Duncan Daridson. 
 
 as dreigh, and Meg was sktigh, 
 Her favour Duncan cou'd na win : 
 Tor wi' the rock she wad him knock, 
 And ay she shook the temper pin. 
 
 A* o'er the moor they lightly foot, 
 A bur* was clear, a glen was green, 
 Upon the banks they eas'd their shanks, 
 And ay she set the wheel between ; 
 But Duncan swore a haily haily aith, 
 That Meg should be a bride the morn, 
 Then Meg took up her spinnin graith, 
 And flang them a* out o'er the burn. 
 
 We will big a wee, wee house, 
 And we will live like king and queen ; 
 Sae blithe and merry's we will be, 
 When ye set by the wheel at e'en, 
 A man may drink and no be 'drunk, 
 A man may right and no be slain ; 
 A man may kiss a bonny lass, 
 And ay be welcome back again. 
 
 SONG....Afau> set of Marft dream, 
 
 THE moon hud climb'd the highest hill, 
 
 Which rises o'er the source of Dee, 
 And from the eastern summit shed 
 
 Her silver light on tow'r and tree ; 
 When Mary laid her down to sleep, 
 
 Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea ; 
 When soft and low a voice was heard, 
 
 Say, Mary, weep no more for me. 
 
V 10 ) 
 
 She from her pillow gently rais'd 
 
 Her head, to ask who there might be ' 
 She saw young" Sandy shiv'ring stand, 
 
 With visage pale and hollow ee. 
 ** O Mary, dear, cold is my clay, 
 
 P It ;ies beneath a stormy sea • 
 " Far, Tar from thee I sleep in death ; 
 
 •* So, Mary, weep no more for me. 
 
 " Three stormy nights, and stormy days 
 
 " We toss'd upon the raging main : 
 n And long we strove our bark to save, 
 
 " But all our striving was in vain. 
 n Ev'n then when horror chill'd my blood, 
 
 " My heart was filled v\ ith love for thee j 
 •' The storm is past, and I at rest, 
 
 " So, Mary, weep no more for me. 
 ** O maiden dear, thyself prepare, 
 
 " We soon shall meet upon that shore, 
 " Where love is free from doubt and care, 
 
 H And thou and I shall part no more \ n 
 Loud crow'd the cock, the shadow fled, 
 
 No more of Sandy could she see ; 
 But soft the passing spirit said, 
 
 " Sweet Mary, weep no more for me !" 
 
 SONG.... One Bottle more. 
 
 ASSIST me, ye lads, who have hearts void of guile* 
 
 To sing in the praise of old Ireland's isle, 
 
 Where true hospitality opens the door, 
 
 And friendship detains us for one bottle more, 
 
 One bottle more, an*', one bottle more, 
 
 And friendship detains us for one bottle more. 
 
 Old England, your taunts on our country forbear : 
 With our bulls, and our brogues, we are true and sin- 
 cere, 
 For if but one bottle remain'din our store, 
 We have gen'rous hearts to give that bottle more. 
 
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 ■. ..mdy's in Church-street I'll sing* of a set 
 Of six Irish blades who together had met ; 
 Four bottles a-piece made us call for our score. 
 And nothing remained but one bottle more. 
 
 Our bill being paid, we were loath to depart, 
 
 For friendship had grappled each man by the heart ; 
 
 Where the least touch you know make9 an Irishman 
 
 roar, 
 And the whack from shillala, brought six bottles more. 
 
 Slow Phoebus had shone thro' our window 30 bright, 
 Quite happy to view his blest children of light ; 
 So we parted, with hearts neither sorry nor sore, 
 Resolving next night to drink twelve bottles more. 
 
 SON G. .. Female Liberty regained. 
 
 THO' man has long boasted an absolute sway, 
 
 While woman's hard fate was love, honour, obey ; 
 
 At length over wedlock fair liberty dawns, 
 
 And the lords of creation must pull in their Uorn9 ; 
 
 For Homer among ye proclaims his decree, 
 
 When husbands are tyrants, their wives will be free. 
 
 Away with your doubts, your surmises and fears 
 'Tis Venus beats up for her gay volunteers ; 
 Enlist at her banner, you'll vanquish with ease, 
 And make of your husbands what creatures you please : 
 To arms then ye fair ones, and let the world see. 
 When husbands are tyrants, their wives will be free. 
 
 The rights of your sex would you e'er see restor'd 
 Your tongues should be used as a two-edged sword ; 
 That ear-piercing weapon each husband must dread, 
 Who thinks on the marks you may place on his head ; 
 Then wisely unite till the men all agree. 
 That woman, dear woman, shall ever be free 
 
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 Ko more shall the wife, all meek as a lamb," 
 
 Be subject to M Zounds, do you know who I am f** 
 
 Domestic politeness shall flourish again, 
 
 When women take courage to govern the men ; 
 
 Then stand to your charter, and let the world see, 
 
 Tho* husbands are tyrants, their wives will be free. 
 
 SONC-.T/ze Fishmo?iger's Lamentation. 
 FISHWIVES, I have lost my wife ! 
 
 Have you seen my Sarah ? 
 The* pride and comfort of my life, 
 
 My kind, my best, my dear — a ! 
 She went cut this afternoon ; 
 
 Ah! that I knew whither ! 
 If I thought her in the moon, 
 
 C — se me, but I'd go thither ! 
 
 But I'll first my Sarah seek 
 
 All around the city ; 
 Tear3 bedew me while I speak, 
 
 Fishwives, do me pity, 
 Lay, oh ! lay your baskets by, 
 
 You vociferous sounders — 
 Sarah, Sarah, Sarah cry, 
 
 Instead of cod and flounders, 
 
 SONG.... The good Ship Rover. 
 
 'TWAS in the good ship Rover 
 
 I sail'd the world around, 
 And for three years and over 
 
 I ne'er touch M British ground ; 
 At length in England landed, 
 
 I left the roaring main, 
 Found all relations stranded, 
 
 And went to sea again. 
 
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 That time brought straight to Portugal, 
 
 Ri^ht fore and aft we bore ; 
 But, when we'd made Cape Ortugal, 
 
 A gale blew otT the 9hore : 
 She lay, so did it shock her, 
 
 A log upon the main ; 
 Till sav'd from Davy's locker, 
 
 We put to seaag-ain. 
 
 Next in a frigate sailing, 
 
 Upon a squally night, 
 Thunder and Hghtning hailing. 
 
 The horrors of the sight, 
 My precious limb was lopp'd off"; 
 
 I, wlen they'd eas'd mv pain, 
 Thaok'd God I was not poppd off, 
 
 And went to sea again. 
 
 Vet still am I enabled 
 
 To bring up in life's rear. 
 Although I'm quite disabled, 
 
 Acd lie in Greenwich tier : 
 Thr. king, God bless his royalty, 
 
 XTho sav'd me from the main, 
 I'll praise with love and loyalty, 
 
 Sut ne'er to sea again. 
 
 SONG....Z?*>£f of Iircemimy. 
 
 THE smiling morn, the breathing spring, 
 
 Jivite the tuneful birds to sing ; 
 
 And while they warble from each spray, 
 
 Love melts the universal lay ; 
 
 Let us, Amanda, timely wise, 
 
 Like them improve the hour that flies, 
 
 And in soft raptures waste the day 
 
 Among the birks of Invermay. 
 
 Tor soon the winter of the year, 
 >Aod age, life's winter, will appear ; 
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 At this thy lively bloom will fade, 
 As that will strip the verdant shade ; 
 Our taste of pleasure then is o'er, 
 The feather'd songsters please no more ; 
 And when they droop and we decay, 
 Adieu the birks of Invermay. 
 
 The lav'rocks now and lintwhites sing*, 
 The rocks around wi' echoes ring, 
 The mavies and the blackbird vie 
 In tunexuf strains to glad the day ; 
 The woods now wear their summer suits, 
 To mirth a* nature now invites ; 
 Let us be blithsome then, and gay, 
 Among the birks of Invermay* 
 
 Behold the hills and vales around 
 With lowing herds and flocks abound ; 
 The wanton kids and frisking lambs 
 Gambol and dance about their dams ; 
 The busy bees with humming noise, 
 And a' the reptile kind rejoice ; 
 Let us, like them, then sing and play 
 About the birks of Invermay. 
 
 Hark how the waters, as they fa', 
 Loudly my love to gladness ca' ; 
 The wanton waves sport in the beams, 
 And fishes play throughout the streams ; 
 The circling sun does now advance, 
 And all the planets round him dance ; 
 Let us as jovial be as they 
 Amang the birks of Invermay. 
 
 SONG....itf> Name's Honest Harry, O. 
 
 My name is Honest Harry, O, 
 
 Mary I will marry O ; 
 In spite of Nell, or Isabel, 
 I'll follow my own vagary O, 
 
With mr, Sec. 
 
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 With my rigdum jigdum airy O, 
 I love little 
 
 In spite of Nell, or Isabel, 
 I'll follow my own vagary O, 
 
 Smart she is and bonny O, 
 Sweet as sugarcandy O, 
 
 Fresh and gay, 
 
 As flow'rs in May, 
 And I'm her Jack a dandy O. 
 
 Soon to church I'll have her O, 
 Where we'll wed together O ; 
 And that, that done, 
 Then we'll have fun, 
 In spite of wind and weather O, 
 With my rigdum jigdum airy O, 
 I love little Mary O ; 
 In spite of Nell, or Isabel, 
 I'll follow my own vagary O. 
 
 SONG. 
 MY bottle is my wife and friend ; 
 
 If dull her spirits cheer me ; 
 Whenever Rory would unbend, 
 
 O how her kisses cheer me J 
 
 Lovely bottle warms my throttle, 
 
 Makes me niddle, noddle, noddle, queerly, 
 
 Stammer, stumble, reel and tumble, 
 Wimble, wamble dearly. 
 
 She is my doctor and my nurse 
 
 My champion in a hobble ; 
 Altho' she empties oft my purse, 
 
 She makes my blood right noble. 
 
 J-ovely bottle, &c 
 
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 When by the middle I 9eize my wife, 
 
 "She fires ine with love stoiries ; 
 As I'm wedded to her, firm for life, 
 
 I'll dance and sing her glories. 
 
 Lovely bottle, &c. 
 
 SOKG....Jem of Aberdeen. 
 
 The tuneful laverocks cheer the gTove, 
 
 And sweetly smells the summer green, 
 Now o'er the mead I long to rove, 
 
 \W bonny Jem of Aberdeen. 
 Whene'er we sit beneath the broom, or wanders o'er 
 
 the lea, 
 He's always wooing, wooing, wooing, always wooing 
 me. 
 
 He's fresh and fair as flow'rs in May, 
 
 The blithest lad of a' the green ; 
 How sweet the time will pass away 
 
 Wi' bonny Jem of Aberdeen ! 
 
 Whene'er we sit, &c. 
 
 Wi' joy I leave my father's cot, 
 
 Wi* ilka sport of glen or green, 
 Well pleas'd to share the humble lot 
 
 Of bonny Jem of Aberdeen 
 
 For when we sit, kc. 
 
 SONG....yohtiny comes to-morrow. 
 
 WISH me joy, ye nymphs and swains, 
 
 Johnny comes to-morrow ; 
 He shall quickly glad the plains, 
 
 Banish care and sorrow : 
 He4*ad left us now too long, 
 
 Rpb'd us of our treasure ; 
 But he will bring us- dance and song, 
 
 Aed every smiling pleasure. 
 
If I've time 1*11 deck the b 
 Once my twain delighting, 
 
 Twine it round with many a. flov 
 Aild with .sweets inviting : 
 
 There he talk'd so well of love, 
 n my heart from sorrow, 
 
 There on wings of haste III rove, 
 He'll be there to-morrow. 
 
 Come, my shepherd, quickly come, 
 
 Where canst thou be staying ? 
 Love, who wants thee now at home, 
 
 Chides thy long delaying ; 
 From to-day Til never rove, 
 
 But be blithe and bonny ; 
 For I never more shall live. 
 
 Without my sweetheart Johnny. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 DAUGHTER, you're too young to marry, 
 
 'Tis too soon to be a wife ; 
 Vet a little longer tarry, 
 
 Ere ye know the cares of life. 
 Wedlock is a fickle station, 
 
 Sometimes sweetness sometimes Bti 
 Oh ! how great the alteration 
 
 Twixt the maiden and the wife ! 
 
 Love and courtship are but stupid, 
 
 Glory has superior charms ; 
 Mars should triumph over Cupid, 
 
 When Bellona calls to arms s 
 As for you, Sir, do your dufy, 
 
 Oh ! were I but young again, 
 Vd not linger after beauty, 
 
 But go play my part with Spain. 
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 SONG.-Fr/W and L<mr. 
 I'M told by the wise ones, a maid I shall die ; 
 They say I'm too nice, but the charge I deny ; 
 I know but too well how the time flies along 1 , 
 That we live but few years, and fewer are young : 
 But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy, 
 Whole ages of sorrow for moments of joy ; 
 I never will wed, till a>outh I can find, 
 Where the friend and the lover are equally joift'd. 
 
 No pedant, tho' learned, or foolishly gay, 
 
 Or laughing, because he has nothing to say » 
 
 To ev'ry fair one obliging and free, 
 
 But never be loving to any but me : 
 
 In whose tender bosom my soul may confide, 
 
 Whose kindness can soothe me, whose counsels can 
 
 guide : 
 Such a youth I would marry, if such I could find, 
 Where the friend and the lover are equally join'd. 
 
 From such a dear lover as I here describe, 
 
 No dangers shall fright me, nor millions should bribe; 
 
 But till this astonishing creature I know, 
 
 I am single, and happy, and still will be so : 
 
 You may laugh, and suppose I am nicer than wise. 
 
 But I'll shun the dull fop, the dull coxcomb despise ; 
 
 Nor e'er will I marry till the youth I can find, 
 
 Where the friend and the lover are equally johVd, 
 
 SONG....TA* Banks of Tay. 
 
 GN thy banks, gentle Tay, when I breath'd my soft 
 
 lute, 
 To my Chloe's sweet accents attention sat mute; 
 To her voice with what transport I swell'd the slow 
 
 strain, 
 Or return'd dying measures in echoes again : 
 Little Cupid beat time, and the Graces around 
 Taught, with even divisions, to Vary the sound. 
 
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 From my Chloe remov'd when I did it complain. 
 And warble smooth numbers to soothe love-sick pain, 
 
 much alter'd it seems as the rising notes flow, 
 And the soft falling- strains how insipidly slow ; 
 I will play then no more, for it's her voice alone 
 Must enrapture my soul to enliven its tone. 
 
 A FAVOURITE SONG. 
 
 © ! the days when I was young", 
 
 When I laugh'd at fortune's spite, 
 Talk'd of love all the day long, 
 
 And with nectar crown'd the night. 
 
 Then it was old father, Care, 
 
 Little reck'd I of thy frown : 
 Halt thy malice youth could bear, 
 
 And the rest a bumper drown. 
 
 O ! the days, &c. 
 
 Truth they say lives m a well, 
 
 Why, I vow, I ne'er could see ; 
 Let the water-drinkers tell, 
 
 There it always lay for me. 
 
 O! the days, Stc 
 
 For when sparkling wine went round, 
 
 NV\er saw I falsehood's mask : 
 But still honest truth 1 found 
 
 At the bottom of each flask. 
 
 O ! the days, &c. 
 
 True, at length my vigour's flown, 
 
 t have years to bring decay ; 
 Few the locks that now I own, 
 
 And the few I have are grey. 
 
 O ! the day*, &c 
 
 Yet, old Jerome, thou mayest boast, 
 
 While thy spirits do not tire ; 
 Still beneath thy age's fr 
 
 Glows a spark of youthful I 
 
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 SONG. 
 
 BEHOLD the god Bacchus, 
 . Oft mention'd by Flafcus, 
 
 To mortals afford good advice ; 
 I'll grant store of claret, 
 Then drink and ne'er spare it, 
 
 'Twill balm every care in a trice. 
 Deep draughts of Canary- 
 Will make us all merry, 
 
 While Beauty in vain rolls her eye : 
 No more she can vex, 
 We'll love the whole sex, 
 
 But ne'er for one female will sigh. 
 
 If grief should assail us, 
 Philosophy fail us, 
 
 Sure comfort is found in good wine ; 
 If the heart feels a wound, 
 No cure can be found, 
 
 No doctor like juice of the vine. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 THE busy crew the sails unbending, 
 
 The ship in harbour safe arriv'd ; 
 Xack Oakum all his perils ending, 
 
 Had made the port where Kitty liv'd. 
 His rigging, no one dar'd attack, it, 
 
 Tight fore and aft ; above below ; 
 Long quarter'd shoes, check shirt, bluejacket, 
 
 And trowsers like the driven snow. 
 
 His honest heart with pleasure glowing, 
 He flew like lightning to the side : 
 
 Scarce had they been a boat's length rowing, 
 Before his Kitty he espy'd. 
 
 A flowing pendant gaily flutter'd 
 From her neat made hat of straw; 
 
 Red were her cheeks when first she utte: 
 It was her sailor th-at she saw. 
 
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 And now the paring crew surround her, 
 While, secure from all alarms, 
 
 Swift as a ball from ■ nine* pounder, 
 They dart into each others arms. 
 
 SOKG....jirthur O'Bradty. 
 
 *TWAS in the month of May, 
 The maidens the v did say, 
 A gailand they would have, 
 That was both gallant and brave *. 
 The syllabubs they brought up ; 
 That every one might sup, 
 Kow I'll take off* my cup, 
 Good ale is belov'd by all, 
 The great as well as the small i 
 Then here's to Arthur O'Bradly— -O ! 
 
 O rare Arthur O'Bradly ! 
 
 O rare Arthur O'Bradly— O. 
 
 Good ale is belov'd by all, &c. 
 
 Young Arthur went out one day. 
 
 Met Dorothy by the way, 
 
 And took her by the hand, 
 
 Desiring her for to stand ; 
 
 If you love your mother, love mc, 
 
 And love no other but me, 
 
 Tor my name it is Arthur O'Bradly — O. 
 
 And I am O rare Arthur O'Bradly, fcc 
 
 The old woman screech'd and cry'd, 
 
 And call'd her daughter aside ; 
 
 "What a foolish young- girl are ye ? 
 
 How can you so frolicsome be ? 
 
 Scarce fifteen years of age, 
 
 To 'Mile a man's house and engage : 
 
 Besides, jou are not fit 
 
 To k c p an old man in his wit, 
 
 And you're not for Arthur O'Bradly— O. 
 
 For he's O poor Arthur O Bradly, &c . 
 
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 Young Arthur stept in by the bye, 
 
 And stopt the old wife of her cry ; 
 
 Oho, old woman, says he, 
 
 I am as good as she, 
 
 For if death my father should call, 
 
 I shall be heir of all ; 
 
 His tackling and his looms, 
 
 With a dozen of wooden spoons ; 
 
 With three left handed mittens, 
 
 And an old curtain ring, 
 
 A dozen of metal buttons 
 
 Ty'd to an old leathern string ; 
 
 With cocks and pails, hail five, 
 
 And a piece of an old bee-hive. 
 
 Besides, was left in my lot, 
 
 My grandmother's mustard-pot, 
 
 And chamber-pot, as good 
 
 As ever was made of wood ; 
 
 And they are all for Arthur O'Bradly — O. 
 
 And I'm O rare Arthur O'Bradly, &C- 
 
 Then Goody took Arthur aside, 
 Gave Dorothy for his bride ; 
 Their eldest son to be heir, 
 They both did vow and declare. 
 The bride and bridegroom skipt 
 To bed, in haste they stript, 
 The candle and posset did go, 
 The maidens the stocking did throw : 
 While Dorothy soon cry'd, Oh — 
 
 O rare Arthur O'Bradly, &c. 
 
 Now Arthur has got a wife, 
 
 The like was never seen ; 
 
 She's mouth from ear to ear, 
 
 And her teeth as rotten's a pear ; 
 
 Her legs are bended so, 
 
 That a wheel-barrow through may go ; 
 
 With a lump upon her back, 
 
 Like to a pedlar's pack, 
 
( 24 ) 
 
 And a husband she has got, 
 And her name is Draggle-tailM Dorothy, O. 
 And she's O rare Draggle-tail Dorothy, 
 Wife to Arthur O'Bradly— (). 
 
 Good ale is belov'd by all, Sec 
 
 SONG. 
 
 WHEN fairies dance round on the grass. 
 
 Who revel all night in a roun', 
 Then say, will you meet me, sweet lass, 
 Alone, by the light of the moon ? 
 
 Then say, &c. 
 
 First swear you will never deceive 
 
 The lass you have conquerM so soon, 
 Nor leave a lost maiden to grieve, 
 
 Alone, by the light of the moon. 
 
 Nor leave, &c. 
 
 T swear to be constant and true, 
 Nor would I be false for a crown ; 
 
 ill meet you at twelve on the green, 
 Alone, by the light of the moon. 
 
 The nightingale pe.rch'd on the thorn, 
 Enchants ev'ry ear with her song, 
 
 And is glad on the absence of morn, 
 To salute the pale light of the moon. 
 
 Til meet. &c 
 
 And is, &c. 
 
 How sweet is the jessamin grove ! 
 
 How sweet are the roses in June ! 
 More sweet is the language of* love, 
 
 Breath'd forth by the light of the moon. 
 
 More sweet, &c. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 My jovial friends with social glee 
 The bottle now we'll pass ; 
 
( 24 ) 
 
 £ach bosom charg'd with unity, 
 
 With good old Port each glass. 
 
 The bumper fill the toast shall be, 
 Thomas Jefferson, in three times ttoee. 
 
 While Columbia's sons with martial fire. 
 
 And patriot ardour glow ; 
 
 While they to warlike deeds aspire, 
 
 And pant to meet the foe, 
 
 To American arms, by land or sea, 
 We'll drink success, in three times three. 
 
 The lov'Iy Nymphs of Columbia's land 
 
 With pleasure now we'll toasjt ; 
 
 And beauty's facinating band 
 
 Shall be an American's boast. 
 
 The burner fill, the toast shall be, 
 
 The American Fair, in three times three. 
 
 SONG....TAe Waiter. 
 
 AT the very best of houses where the best of people 
 dine ; 
 
 And the very best of eatables they cater, 
 
 Where they serve the best of spirits and decant tke 
 best of wine, 
 
 I attend as a very merry waiter } 
 
 Then my table cloth can spread, 
 
 Next decant my white and red, 
 
 Manage matters to a charm, 
 
 And with napkin under arm 
 
 Can a skinflinch, or jolly fellow tell, 
 
 Know whether they'll come down, 
 
 Gold, a tizzy, or a crown : 
 
 So I treat them as I find them ill or well, 
 
 Mistress, maids all bawling, drumming, 
 
 Tingling, jingling, I cry coming, 
 
 I'm a coming, coming, coming, coming, coming com- 
 ing, coming. 
 
( 25 ) 
 
 Going in ma'am, coming up sir, damn the belli all 
 ringing at once, so I'm coming coming, coming, com- 
 ing, coming. 
 
 At the very merry meetings, why I always lore to 
 
 share, 
 Whole bottles sometimes broke, why then I snack 
 
 it, 
 At that I'm just at home, so I travel you know 
 
 where, 
 $ally Chambermaid and I slyly crack it * 
 She's a little fortunes maid 
 Just by making warm the bed, 
 So I think it not an. i 
 Now and then to snatch a kiss, 
 For you know I like Sally very well, 
 So hob nobbing as we chat, 
 Rooking loving- and all that, 
 In our ears they're ever ringing such a peal 
 
 Then with their noisy roaring, drumming, 
 
 Tingling, jingling, I cry, coming I'm a c — g, 
 
 c g, c g, c g, &c. 
 
 Here Sam take these biscuits up to the angel, you 
 take care of No. 4, and Til take care of No. 1, my* 
 self; 
 
 So I'm c«ing — &c. Sec. &c. &c. 
 A snpie that once was ordered, such an article we'd 
 
 not ; 
 Yet to disappoint a customer unwilling, 
 A plover was served up, the gem'men swore r.o bill 
 
 it had got, 
 Says I, swallow it I'll soon bring the bill in, 
 Thus I joke and gaily talk, 
 While poor master jokes with chalk, 
 And can jingling glasses drink, 
 While he tingles in the chink, 
 Gad we break, then buy, who can tell, 
 Sally then is mistress made, 
 Up to ev'ry servant's trade 
 C 
 
( 26 ) 
 
 Then with their'noisy roaring, drumming', 
 Tingling 1 , gingling/I cry coming", 
 I'm a coming, coming, coming, coming, coming, com- 
 ing, coming. 
 
 Here James see that Sam the Cellarman sends up 
 prick'd bottles for they're a shabby set, and we may 
 never see them again. Mrs Napkin show my lord 
 to the Star and Garter, and lawyer Lattitat to the 
 devil ; Lord ma'am he's going there himself, he 
 knows the way extremely well. 
 
 So I'm coming, coming, coming, coming, com- 
 ing. 
 
 SONG. ...Batchelors' Hail. 
 TO Batchelors' hall we good fellows invite, 
 To partake of the chase that makes up our delight ; 
 "We have spirits like fire, and of health such a stock, 
 That our pulse strike the seconds as true as a clock. 
 Did you see us, you'd swear, as we mount with a grace, 
 That Diana had dubb'd some new gods of the chase. 
 Hark away, havk away, all nature looks gay, 
 And Aurora with smiles ushers in the new day. 
 Dick Thickset came mounted upon a fine black, 
 A better fleet gelding ne'er hunter did back ; 
 Tom Trig rode a bay full of mettle and bone, 
 And gily Bob Buxom rode proud on a roan : 
 But the horse of all horses that rival'd the day, 
 Was the squire's neck or nothing, and that was a grey, 
 Hark away, kc. 
 
 Then for hounds, there was Nimble, so well that 
 
 climbs rocks, 
 And Cocknose, a good one at scenting a fox : 
 Little Plunge like a mole, who will ferret and search, 
 And beetle-brow'd Hawk's-eye so dead at a lurch : 
 Young Sly-looks, who scents the strong breeze from 
 f the south, 
 
 And musical Echo- well with his deep mouth. 
 
 Hark away, &c. 
 
( 27 ) 
 
 Our horses thus all of the very best blood, 
 
 not likely you'll easily find ud ; 
 
 And tor hounds our opinions with thousands we'd 
 
 back, 
 That the Continent 'round can't produce surh a pack : 
 Thus having describ'd you dogs, horses, and crew, 
 Ays. off fur ;he fox is*lrt view. 
 
 Sly Reynard brought home, while the horn sounds a 
 
 call, 
 "And now you're all welcome to Batchelors' hall ; 
 The sav'rv sirloin grateful smoaks on ihe boanl, 
 And Bacchus pours wine from his favourite hoard : 
 Come on then, do honour to this noble place, 
 And enjoy the sweet pleasures that spring fjrom the 
 
 chase : 
 Hark away, hark away, while our spirits are gay, 
 Let us drink to the joys of the next coming day. 
 
 SONG....Peggy to Robert. 
 
 PRAY, young man, your suit give over 4 
 
 Heav'n designed you not for me ; 
 Cease to be a whining lover, 
 
 Sour and sweet can ne'er agree ; 
 Clownish in each limb and feature, 
 
 You've no skill to dance or sing ; 
 At best you're but an aukward creature, 
 
 I, you know am quite the thing. 
 
 As I soon may roll in pleasure, 
 
 Bumpkins I must bid adieu ; 
 Can you think that such a treasure 
 
 Ere was destin'd man, for you ? 
 Xo — mayhap, when I am carr\M, 
 
 'Mongst the great to dance and sing, 
 To some great lord I may be mar: 
 
 All allow — I'm quite the thing. 
 
( 28 ) 
 
 *• Beaux to me will then be kneeling", 
 
 " Ma'am, I die, if you dont yield : 
 <f Let 'em plead their tender feeling 1 , 
 
 " While my tender heart is steel'd. 
 u When I dance they'll be delighted, 
 
 " Ravish'd quite to hear me sing, 
 M At Routs, whenever l*m invited, 
 
 M All will swear — I'm quite the thing'. 
 
 SONG....?**, 
 
 COLUMBIAN sons at sea, 
 
 In battle always brave, 
 Strike to no pow^r, d'ye see, 
 
 That ever ploughed the wavt. 
 
 But when we're not afloat, 
 f Tis quite another thing ; 
 
 We strike to petticoat, 
 
 Get gToggy, dance and sing. 
 
 u There's Portsmouth Polly, she, 
 " When forc'd to go ashore, 
 
 u Vow'd constancy to me, 
 
 w And sometimes twenty more.. 
 
 Fal,lal,U! 
 
 Fal, laL 
 
 Pal, lal 
 
 *' But give poor Poll her due, 
 
 " For truth's a precious thing, 
 M With none but sailors true 
 
 u Would she drink grog and sing". 
 
 Fal, tal. 
 
 With Nancy deep in love, 
 
 I once to sea did go ; 
 Return'd, she cry'd, " By Jove! 
 
 " I'm married, dearest Joe." 
 
 Fal, Xzl—fMimitks her.) 
 
( 29 ) 
 
 Great guns I scarce could hold, 
 
 find that I was flung ; 
 But Nancy prov'd a scold, 
 Then I got drunk, and bui 
 
 Fal, \t\.—(Hic 
 
 At length I did comply, 
 
 And made a rib of Sue ; 
 What tho* she 'Abut one eye ? 
 
 It pierced m^ieart like two. 
 
 Fallal. 
 
 And now I take my glass, 
 
 Drink America, no king ; 
 Content with my old 1 
 
 Get groggy, dance, and sing. — (Hiccups. J 
 
 Fal, Lai 
 
 SONG...Menry. 
 
 TOM Starboard was a lover true, 
 
 As brave a tar as ever sail'd 
 The duties ablest seamen do 
 
 Tom did ; and never yet had fail'd, 
 But wreck'd, as he was homeward bound, 
 
 Within a league of New York's coasr, 
 Love sav'd him sure from being drown'd. 
 
 For more than half the crew were lost. 
 
 In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear ; 
 
 Nay when he lost an arm — resign 'd 
 Said, Love for Nan, his only dear, 
 
 Had sav'd his life, and Fate was kind. 
 And now, tho' wreck'd, yet Tom return'd, 
 
 Of all past hardships made a joke ; 
 For still his manly bosom bum'd 
 
 With love — his heart was heart of oak! 
 
 His strength restored Tom nimbly ran 
 To cheer his love, his destin'd bride ; 
 
 But false report had brought to Nan, 
 Six months before, her Tom had died. 
 c 2 
 
( 30 ) 
 
 With grief sne daily pin'd away, 
 
 No remedy her life could save j 
 And Tom arriv'd — the very day 
 
 They laid his Nancy in the grave 1 
 
 SONG....itfh>> 
 
 THE poplar grove his presence gracM. 
 
 Where William oft would bless nflp 
 The smooth-bark tree — the turf he trac'd 
 
 With love -knots — now distress me ! 
 The silent lane, the busy field, 
 
 All gladsome once seem dreary j 
 No place, alas ! can pleasure yield. 
 
 E'en life's a blank to Mary ! 
 
 SONG. 
 
 LOVELY woman 'tis thou i 
 
 To whose virtue I bow ; 
 Thy charms to sweet rapture give birth j 
 
 Thine electrical soul 
 
 Lends life to the whole, 
 And blank, without thee, were this earth. 
 
 Oh ! let me thy soft pow'r, 
 
 Ev'rv day — ev'ry hour, 
 With my heart honour, worship, adore : 
 
 Thou present — 'tis May ; 
 
 Winter, when thou'rtaway ; 
 Can a man, I would ask, wish for more \ 
 
 In a dream oft I've seen, 
 
 Fancy's perfect-made queen, 
 Which waking in vain have I sought ; 
 
 But sweet Mary 'twas you, 
 
 Ricb fancy then drew ; 
 Thou'rt the vision which sleeping she wrought 
 
 Lovely woman's soft power, 
 
 Every day — every hour, 
 Let my heart, honour, worship, adore j 
 
( 31 ) 
 
 Thou present— 'tis May ; 
 Winter, when thou'rt away ; 
 Call a man, I would ask, wish for more i 
 
 SONG. 
 CALM the winds ; the distant ocean,, 
 
 Where our sMra in triiin. 
 Seems to own ■JPther mo 
 
 .But the ehb and flow of tide. 
 
 High perch'd upon a fav'rite spr 
 
 The (brush attention hath bespoke ; 
 
 The ploughman, plodding on his way, 
 To listen, stops the sturdy yoke. 
 
 But see, the loud-tongu'd pack in view, 
 The peopled hills the cry resound ; 
 
 The sportsmen joining chorus too, 
 And rapt*rous peals of joy go round. 
 
 Soon, soon again, |!ie scene so gay, 
 In distant murmurs dies away : 
 
 Again from lazy Echo's cell, 
 No sound is heard of mirth or wo*, 
 
 Save but the craz} tinkling bell 
 
 shepherd hangs upon the ewe 
 
 SONG.iVaO'. 
 ERE sorrow taught my tears to flo* 
 
 They calAl me happy Mary, 
 In rural co:, my humbie lot, 
 
 I pla\'d like any fairy ; 
 And when the inn, wih golden ray, 
 Sunk down the western sky ; 
 m the green, to dance or play, 
 was happy I : 
 fond la ti»e dove was my true LoYfj 
 w.. I he wa§, Jtindto ma ! 
 
And what was still my greater pride, 
 I thought I should be William's bride, 
 When he return'dfrom sea. 
 
 Ah, what avails remembrance now I 
 
 It lends a dart to sorrow ; 
 My once lov'd cot, and happy lot, 
 
 But loads with grief to-morrow i^ 
 My William's buried in the deep, M 
 
 And I am sore oppress'd ! 
 Now all the day I sit and weep, 
 
 At night I know no rest : 
 I dream of waves and sailors' graves, 
 
 In horrid wrecks I see I 
 And when I hear the midnight wind, 
 All comfort flies my troubled mind, 
 
 For William's lost at sea. 
 
 SONG... Crflc^; 
 
 WITH a merry tale 
 
 Serjeants beat the drum ; 
 Noddles full of ale, 
 
 Village lads they hum : 
 Soldiers out go all, 
 
 Famous get in story ; 
 If they chance to fall, 
 
 Don't they sleep in glory : 
 
 Towdy, rowdy dow, &c - 
 
 Lawyers try when fee'd 
 
 Juries to make pliant, 
 If they can't succeed, 
 
 Then they hum their client ; 
 To perfection come, 
 
 Humming all the trade is, 
 Ladies, lovers hum, 
 
 Lovers hum the ladies. 
 
 Towdy, rowdy dow, &c 
 
1 
 
 ( 33 ) 
 
 Ha'n't Columbia's sons 
 
 Vtouftteer ? 
 Hn'n' the Dons lm* 
 
 their fleets a ppf f — 
 they must tho' loth, 
 
 Han crumm'd,) 
 If they're not humm ' both, 
 
 Then will I ^1 , 
 
 Towdy, rowdy dow, Sec. 
 
 A PATRIOTIC SOSG. 
 
 For the anniversary of American Independence* 
 
 Tunc, Hail Columbia. 
 
 HAIL Columbia! happy land, 
 Hail ye patriots, neaven born band, 
 Who Independence first proclaimed, 
 Who Independence first proclaimed 
 Immortal be that glorious day 
 When first we cast our chains away. 
 Let Independence be our boast, 
 Ever mindful what it cost, 
 Ever grateful for the prize, 
 Let its altars reach the skies I 
 Firm united let us be, 
 Rallying round our liberty. 
 As a band of brothers joined, 
 Peace and safety we shall find. 
 
 AU party toasts we here disclaim, 
 Which join'd with wine the soul inflame, 
 And prove the source of civil broils, 
 And prove the source of civil broils, 
 Let us this day, that made us free, 
 Devote to social harmony. 
 
 So rapidly our states increase, 
 CherishM'by freedom nurs'd in peace* 
 If bumper* to each state we take, 
 Uproar might all our country shake. 
 Firm united, Sic. fee. 
 
( 34 ) 
 
 Yet one to Jiim, we'll grateful give, 
 Who in our hearts must ever Iiv», 
 
 Whose glorious name inscribed above. 
 Whose glorious name inscribed above. 
 Who such a noble race has run ? 
 Who so revered as Washington ? 
 Then let us independence boast, 
 Ne'er forgetting what it cost, 
 Ever grateful for the prize, 
 Let its altars reach the skies, 
 Firm united, &c. &c. 
 
 Let us despise all party zeal, 
 Let us but one attachment feel, 
 
 Our country's love alone prevail, 
 Our country's love alone prevail, 
 Discord avaunt ! we scorn your arts, 
 No jealous doubts disturb our hearts, 
 
 For kings and priests while Europe fights* 
 Friendship and peace be our delight. 
 The nation's voice is in our laws, 
 The nation's will is freedom's cause. 
 Firm united let us be, 
 Rallying round our liberty, 
 As a band of brothers join'd, 
 Peace and safety we shall find. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 I ONCE was a maiden as fresh as a rose, 
 
 And as fickle as April weather, 
 I laid down without care, and I wak'd with repose, 
 
 With a heart as light as a feather. 
 
 With a heart, &c 
 
 I work'd with the girls, and I play'd with the men, 
 I always was romping or spinning, 
 
( 35 ) 
 
 And what if they pilfer^ I kiss now and then, 
 I hope 'twas not very great sinning. 
 
 I hope, kc. 
 
 I wedded a husband as young as myself, 
 
 And for every frolic as willing, 
 Together we laugh'd when we had any pelf, 
 
 And we laugh'd^-hen wc had not a shilling-. 
 
 And we, &.c. 
 
 He's gone to the wars, Heav'n send him a prize, 
 For his pains he is welcome to spend it, 
 
 My example I know is more merry than wise, 
 Lord help me, I never shall mend it. 
 
 Lord help, &c. 
 
 SONG....77ur dusty Miller. 
 
 HEY, the dusty miller 
 
 And his dusty coa', 
 He will win a shilling 
 
 Or he'll spend a groat. 
 
 Dusty was the coat* 
 
 Dusty was to colour, 
 Dusty was the k 
 
 That I got frae the miller. 
 
 Hey, the dusty miller, 
 
 And his dusty sack 
 Leeze me on the calling 
 
 Fills the dusty peck : 
 
 Fills the dusty peck, 
 Brings the dusty siller ; 
 
 I wad gie my coattie 
 For the dusty miller 
 
( 36 ) 
 SON G....The Miller's Wedding. 
 
 LEAVE, neighbours, your work, and to sport and t« 
 
 play ; 
 Let the tabor strike up, and the village be gay, 
 
 Let tbp tabor, &c. 
 N' day through the year shall more cheerful be seen, 
 for Ralph of the mill marries Sue oftthe green 
 
 w For Ralph, &*. 
 
 CflORUS? 
 
 J love Sue, and Sue loves me, 
 
 And while the wind blows, 
 And while the mill goes, 
 
 Who'll be so happy, so happy as we ? 
 
 Let lords and fine folks, who for wealth take a 
 
 bride, 
 Be marry'd to-day, and to-morrow be cloy'd ; 
 My body is stout, and my heart is as sound, 
 And my love, like my courage, will never give 
 
 ground. 
 
 I love Sue, &e. 
 
 Let ladies of fashion the best jointures wed, 
 A.nd prudently take the best bidders to bed ; 
 Such signing and sealing's no part of our bliss, . 
 \Ve settle our hearts, and seal with a kiss. 
 
 I love Sue, &e. 
 Though Ralph is not courtly, nor one of your 
 
 beaus, 
 $f or bounces, nor flutters, nor wears your fine clothes, 
 In nothing he'll follow from folks of high life, 
 Nor ne'er turn his back on his friend or his wife. 
 
 I love Sue, &c. 
 
 While thus I am able to work at my mill, 
 
 While thus thou art kind, and thy tongue but lies 
 
 still, 
 Our joys shall continue and ever be new, 
 And none be so happy as Ralph and his Sue. 
 
 I love Sue, &c. 
 
^ 
 
 SONG... JW> trim built K 
 
 t HEN farewell, my trim built wherry, 
 Oars, and coat, and badge farewcl \ 
 
 Never more at Chelsea terry 
 Shall your Thomas take a spell. 
 
 But to hope and peace a stranger, 
 
 In the battle's heat I go ; 
 Where exposed Ho every danger, 
 
 Some friendly ball shall lay me low. 
 
 Then, mayhap, when homeward steering, 
 With the news my messmates come : 
 
 Xven you, my story hearing, 
 With a sigh m&y cry poor Tom ! 
 
 SONG. ...Tulloch cor um. 
 Written by a Clergyman at Abcn \ 
 FIDDLERS, your pins in temper fix, 
 And resin weel your ftddle -sticks, 
 But banish vile Italian tricks 
 
 Frae out your quorum, 
 Nor tortbr wi* pianos mix, 
 
 S TULLOCHCORUM. 
 
 R. FfcilGUMOX. 
 
 Come gie's a sang the lady cry'd, 
 
 And lay your disputes all aside, 9 
 "What signifies't for folks to chide, 
 
 For what's been done before them ? 
 Let Whig and Tory all agree, 
 Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory, 
 Let Whig and Tory all agree, 
 
 To drop their whigmegorum. 
 Let Whig and Tory all agree, 
 To spend this night with mirth and glee, 
 And cheerfu' sing alang wi* roe, 
 
 Tht reel of Tuilocbgorum. 
 
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C 38 ) 
 
 Tullochgor inn's my delight, 
 It gars us a' in ane unite, 
 And ony sumph that keeps up spite, 
 
 In conscience I abhor him, 
 Blithe and merry we's be a' 
 .Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, 
 Blithe and merry we's be a' 
 
 To make a cheerfu' quorum. 
 Blithe and merry we's be a* 
 As lang's we hae a breath to draw, 
 And dance, till we be like to fa' 
 
 The reel of Tullochgorum. 
 
 There needs no 9 be so great a phrase 
 Wi' dringing dull Italian lays, 
 I wadna gie our ain Strathspeys 
 
 For half a hundred score o'em. 
 They're douff and dowie at the best, 
 DoufT and dowie, douff* and dowie, 
 They're douff and dowie at the best, 
 
 Wi' a' their variorum. 
 They're douff and dowie at the best, 
 Their allegros an a the rest, 
 They canna please a Highland taste, ' 
 
 Compar'd wi' Tullochgorum. 
 
 Let worldly minds themselves oppress 
 Wi' fear of want, and double cess, 
 And 6*illy sauls themselves distress 
 
 Wi 5 keeping up decorum. 
 Shall we sae sour and sulky sit, 
 Sour and sulky, sour and sulky, 
 Shall we sae sour and sulky sit, 
 
 Like auld philosophorum ? 
 Shall we sae sour and sulky sit, 
 Wi' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit. 
 And canna rise to shake a fit, 
 
 At the reel of Tullochgorum. 
 
 May choicest blessings still attend 
 Each honest-hearted open friend, 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 And calm and quiet be his end, 
 
 cace and plenty be hi 
 I'eace and plenty, peace and pif i 
 peace and plenty be hi^ lot, 
 And dainties a great store oVm 
 aid plenty be his lot, 
 iin'd by any vicious blot ! 
 And may he never want a gro*t 
 •':> fond of Tuilochgorum. 
 
 But for the discontented fool, 
 Who wants to be oppressions tool, 
 
 envy gnaw his rotten soul, 
 And blackest fiends devour him ! 
 
 dole and sorrow be his chance, 
 Dole and sorrow, dole and sorrow, 
 May dole and sorrow be his chance, 
 
 And honest souls abhor him ! 
 May dole and sorrow be his chance, 
 And a' the ills that come frae France, 
 Whae'er he be that winna dance 
 
 The reel of Tullochgorum ! 
 
 SONG... Silent Lo\c 
 
 A LOVER, often, has been bless'd 
 Witt) a soft hand in secret press'd, 
 Or with a glance, or with a sigh, 
 Or with some other foolery, 
 
 Of silent love. 
 
 And should the nymph, with roseate charms, 
 Glide, through night's darkness, to his arms, 
 Nestling there, while scandal sleeps, 
 Sweet are the joys, 'till day-light peeps, 
 
 Of silent love 
 
 But bitter are the lover's woes 
 
 When love no symptom dares disclose \ 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 When to the fair, who fires his breast, 
 Not e'en a look must be express'd, 
 
 Of silent love .-- 
 
 Then stolen pangs his sleep destroy. 
 And wring* him like the Spartan boy, 
 "Who never would his theft impart, 
 But cloak' d it till it gnawed his heart, 
 
 LiKt silent love. 
 
 SONG....£//z<t. 
 
 THE shadows of eve 'gan to Meal o'er the plain, 
 
 To Eliza my heart I confessM ; 
 Love sanction'd the moment, she smil'd on iny'ptffc, 
 
 On her lips a sofc kiss I impress'd ; 
 I 6a w her warm cheek like heaven's canopy glow, 
 
 When Aurora empurples the morn, 
 She loves me ! Oh, heaven, let me never forego 
 
 The faith on her lips I have sworn. 
 
 This bosom tho' fervid with youth and with health, 
 
 In all else shall persuasion control, 
 Bid one fly from the charms of ambition and wealth, 
 
 Or the joys of the bright sparkling bowl ; 
 But Eliza ! dear maid! till in earth I'm laid low, 
 
 In my heart shall her image be borne, 
 While she loves me, by heaven ! I will never forego, 
 
 The faith on her lips I have sworn. 
 
 OH hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night, 
 Stealing o'er heavVs blue ether its mild beaming 
 
 light ; 
 Oh then thou hast seen such a soft lambent fire, 
 As piayg in the eyes «f gweet Mary O'Dwyer. 
 
( 41 ) 
 
 Oh hast thou e'er view'd, glowing through the I 
 gem, 
 
 drop... .a rose-bud, just torn from the stem, 
 wecter the perfume... .the blush is still higher, 
 That lives on the fresh lip of Mary O'Dwyer. 
 
 Oh ! if the still beauties of Nature can charm, 
 
 hey rapture the senses, the eold bosom warm, 
 Can you find in these beauties such soul breathing 
 
 fire, 
 As flash in each look of Mary O'Dwyer I 
 
 SONG....Z)ef/> in love. 
 
 DEEP in love, yes ! 'tis love, 
 
 Wakes the fond, the ceaseless sigh ! 
 
 this love will be my death... 
 Sweetest death of love to die. 
 
 Heaven knows I little thought, 
 
 From such eyes such ills could flow. 
 But who could gaze as I have gaz'd, 
 
 And not feel as I feel now ? 
 
 Deep in love, Sec. 
 
 I was young and she was fair, 
 I was fond, and oft she sung 
 
 , whilst I, oh simple boy ! 
 O'er song and songstress raptur'd hung. 
 
 Deep in love, &c, 
 1 was sad and then she sigh'd, 
 
 I grew timid, then she smil'd,.... 
 I sued for pity, she gave more, 
 
 And thus my boyish heart beguilM. 
 
 Deep in love, \ 
 
 Sleeping, waking, 'tis the same, 
 
 dreams, my thoughts, will only give 
 The form of her for whom I die, 
 Of her for whom alone I live. 
 
 Deep in love, 5cc. 
 D 2 
 
'C ** 1 
 
 &6ttG..»Ok*hould Ifiyfrom the wtH fov* iv M£ 
 
 OH should I fly from the world love to thee, 
 
 Would solitude render in e dearer ? 
 Would our flight from the world draw thee closer U 
 me, 
 Or render thy passion sincerer. 
 Would the heart thou hast touch'd more tumultuous 
 \y beat, 
 Than when its wild pulse fear'd detection ; 
 Would the bliss unrest rain'd be more poignant!? 
 sweet 
 Than the bliss snatch'd by timid affection. 
 
 Tho' silence and solitude breathed all around, 
 
 And each cold law of prudence was banished, 
 Though each wish of the heart and the fancy was 
 crown'd, 
 
 We should sigh for those hours that are vanish'd : 
 When in secret we sufTer'd, in secret were blest, 
 
 Lest the many should censure our union, 
 And an age of restraint when oppos'd and opprest, 
 
 Was repaid by a moment's communion. 
 
 When virtues pure tear dew'd each love kindled beam, 
 
 It hallow'd the bliss it repented, 
 When a penitent sigh breathM o'er passion's wild 
 dream, 
 
 It absolv'd half the fault it lamented ; 
 And so thrillingly sweet was each pleasure we stole, 
 
 In spite of each prudent restriction, 
 When the soul unrestricted sought its warm kindred 
 soul, 
 
 And we laugh'd at the world's interdiction. 
 
 Then fly, oh, my love ! to the world back with me, 
 
 Since the bliss it denies it enhances. 
 Since dearest the transient delight shar'd with thee, 
 
 Which is watth'd from the world's prying glances. 
 
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 talk thus of death till the wirm thrill of lovr, 
 From each languid breast is retreating", 
 Then may the lite pulse of each heart cease to more, 
 Where love's vital throb has ceas'd beating. 
 
 SONG....When the tmilet. 
 
 WHEN she smiles oh I think of the hcav*ns warm ray, 
 
 As it bids drooping nature arise, 
 For I feel in my heart that the sun of my day. 
 
 Is the lustre that beams from her eyes, 
 
 When she smiles 
 
 If the frowns of caprice cloud the brow of my love, 
 When implor'd my warm wishes to crown, 
 
 I may swear from the fickle inconstant to rove, 
 But alas 1 I ne'er think of that frown, 
 
 When she smiles. 
 
 Is the loud tempest hush'd, when the sun gilds th* 
 main, 
 Its bright bosom how gently it heaves ; 
 So the storm in my breast ...O the eye of my Jane, 
 But the high swell of extasy leaves, 
 
 When she smiles. 
 
 SONG....JFA*n the vcefx. 
 WHEN she weeps ami averting her mild azure eyei. 
 How my heart throbs with hope, and my breast heave* 
 
 with sighs, 
 Yes with hope the soft dew drops of pity I see, 
 May fall from a tender compassion for me 
 
 When she weep* 
 
 Perhaps (her soul touchM with a sense of my woe) 
 She may wish something more than a tear to bestow., 
 Bir the strong power of penur^ chaining my will, 
 ! command my heart's fondest deiire to be still 
 
 When sho weeps. 
 
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 Thus poverty chilling affection's fond glow, 
 Tho' the heart warmly pleads....honour ■firmly says no, 
 I must fly then. ...But ah ! should it cost her one tear, 
 May comfort and sympathy ever be near 
 
 When she weeps; 
 
 SONG. 
 
 SAID a Smile to a Tear, 
 
 On the cheek of my dear, 
 And beam'd like the sun in spring weather, 
 
 In soothe, lovely Tear, 
 
 It strange must appear, 
 That we should be both here together. 
 
 I came from the heart : 
 
 A soft balm to impart, 
 To yonder sad daughter of grief, 
 
 And I, said the Smile, 
 
 That heart now beguile, 
 Since you gave the poor mourner relief, 
 
 Oh ! then, said the Tear, 
 
 Sweet Smile, it is clear, 
 We are twins, and soft Pity our mother, 
 
 And how lovely that face 
 
 Which together we grace, 
 For the woe and the bliss of another. 
 
 SON"G....S7r Jeremy Scaite. 
 MAMA's left off business and I've sunk the shop ; 
 So my old trade acquaintance I think I shall drop : 
 Sam Souchong the Grocer, Bill Buiscuit the Baker, 
 Tommy Tit the Taylor, and Miss Stitch the Mantua- 
 maker, 
 Peter Puff the Perfumer, Frank Pelt the Hatter, 
 And Sally Score the Bar-maid at the Pewter PJatter, 
 Miss Minikin the Milliner, the pride of city belles, 
 And funny Joe Grimaldi, the Clown of Saddlers 
 Wells, 
 
 adclte, nadlelbl, fcc 
 
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 All the people direct *S>;uire y to me- when they write, 
 £nd mam* talks of having" me made barrow-knight, 
 Sir Jeremy Scaite ! O, 'twill sound monstrous pretty, 
 And I'll drive my bar-rouch, dashing, splashing thro* 
 
 the city ; 
 I'm a high dog : — for a frolic, I and a dozen, 
 At the tavern, plump behind the fire popp'd the land- 
 lord's cousin ; 
 The landlord cried out, N Gentlemen, my cousin would 
 
 you kill >•' 
 Says I, «« O, dent your cousin, you can charge him in 
 the bill. 1 ' 
 
 Ti tiddle, liddle lol, &c. 
 
 SONG.... 77k Willa*. 
 OH ! take me to your arms, love, for keen the wind 
 
 doth blow : 
 Oh ! take me to your arms, love, for bitter is my 
 
 woe. 
 She hears me not, she cares not, nor will she list t* 
 
 me, 
 While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow 
 
 tree ? 
 
 My love has wealth and beauty, the rich attend the 
 
 door ; 
 My love ha* wealth and beauty, and I alas ! am 
 
 poor. 
 The ribband fair that bound her hair, is all that's left 
 
 to me, 
 While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow 
 
 tree! 
 
 I once had gold and silver, and I thought 'em without 
 
 end; 
 I once had gold and silver, and I thought I had a 
 
 friend ; 
 My wealth is lost, my friend is false, my love he stole 
 
 from me ; 
 And here 1 lie, alone to die, beneath the willow trte ! 
 
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 £ONG... .Summer. 
 
 YE feather'd songsters of the vale, 
 Who chirrup sweetly thro' each dale. 
 Now your little throats tune high, 
 Till they reach the azure sky, 
 And the grottos all rebound, 
 With the charming cheerful sound, 
 Perch'd upon the blossoming spray, 
 Now salute the summer gay. 
 
 Bleating flocks and echoing mountains, 
 Verdant meads and chrystal fountains, 
 Mossy banks and bubbling rills, 
 Limpid streams and flow'ry. hills. 
 
 Ev'ry shrub its sweetness sheds ; 
 Flow'rs now lift their lovely heads, 
 And bright Sol's respiended ray, 
 Now proclaims the summer gay. 
 
 SONG.... The first of May. 
 
 COME hither, my lads, and ye lasses around, 
 
 And let us be merry to-day, 
 With foot lighr as air we will trip o'er the ground, 
 For this is the first of May. 
 Then foot it and trip it, and trip it and foot it, 
 For this is our holiday. 
 
 Since we are all met in the midst of our prime, 
 
 And life is at best but a span, 
 Let's frolic, and now make the most of our time, 
 
 And pass it as blithe as we can. 
 
 Then foot it, &c. 
 
 Ye pipers, come forth, and ye dancers, attend, 
 
 For we are rcsolv'd to be gay, 
 Who tb warts our intentions \ hold him no friend, 
 
 For this is the first of May. 
 
 Then foot it, Sx. 
 
WHEN young Strephon camo to uj , 
 • trinh did sue ii. 
 - 11 he dul pursue me, 
 And the swa n I iik\l full 
 tot love said he he slighted, 
 I should ho requited. 
 C :;i you let iiiv hopes be blighu 
 Law, says I, I cannot tell. 
 
 Then my hand with rapture seizing, 
 Dearest gfrl, cried he, so pleasing, 
 Be no longer cold and teasing-, 
 And no more my love repel ! 
 Will you ne'er your heart surrender 
 I o a youth so fond and tender ? 
 Since, cried I, I'm no pretender 
 To rash vows, — I cannot tell. 
 
 Still he would not be dissuaded, 
 Though to answer I evaded, 
 And my peace I found invaded, 
 
 So resolv'd, whate'er befel, 
 Hymen to obey resolving, 
 Now the case no more revolving, 
 How 'twill end I cannot tell. 
 
 SONG. ...Amyntor. 
 
 WIT AT tho' the blooming, genial year 
 In all its beauteous pomp appear : 
 Whattho'each blushing border rise, 
 And primrose with the vi'let vies, 
 Tho' gav £reen mantles shade the trees 
 "Without Amyntor what are these ? 
 
 What tho' the cuckoo, from the grove, 
 Proclaims the spring the time of love , 
 What tho' the thrilling lark ascend, 
 And makes each rural ear his fi 
 
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 The thrush and blackbird strive topless 
 Without Amyntor what are these ? 
 
 The shepherds each in tender tale* 
 Protest me fairest of the vale ; 
 What tho' in youthful homage drest, 
 Deceit may lurk t'invade my breast, 
 No other swain my mind shall tease, 
 Without Amyntor what can please ? 
 
 SONG.... The girl of my heart. 
 
 1 HAVE parks, I have grounds, 
 I have deer, I have hounds. 
 
 And for sporting a neat little cottage ! 
 I have youth, I have wealth, 
 I have strength, I have health. 
 
 Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage. 
 
 What can I want ? — 'Tis the girl of my heart* 
 To share those treasures with me. 
 
 For had I the wealth which the Indies impart 
 No pleasure would it give me, 
 Without the lovely girl of my heart, 
 
 The sweet, lovely girl of my heart. 
 
 For had 1 the wealth, &c 
 
 My domain far extends, 
 And sustains social friends, 
 
 Who make music divinely enchanting ; 
 We have balls, we have plays, 
 We have routs, public days, 
 
 And yet still I find something is wanting • 
 What should it be, but the girl of my heart, 
 
 To share those treasures with me ; 
 And had I the wealth which the Indies impar*, 
 No pleasure would it give me. 
 Without the lovely girl of my heart. 
 Then give me the girl of my heart, 
 The sweet lovely girl of my heart, 
 
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 For what is the wealth that the Indies iffi] 
 Compar'd to the f^irl of my heart ; 
 Then give me the girl of my heart. 
 
 SONG.... Faithless Emma. 
 I WANDER'D once, at break of day, 
 While yet upon the sunless sea. 
 In wanton sighs the breeze delay'd, 
 And o'er the wavy surface play'd : 
 Then first the fairest face I knew, 
 First lov'd the eye of softest blue, 
 And ventur'd fearful first to sip 
 The sweets that hung upon the lip 
 
 Of faithless Erama, 
 
 So mix'd the rose and lilly's white, 
 
 That nature seem'd uncertain quite, 
 
 To deck her cheek what flower she chose, 
 
 The lilly or the blushing rose : 
 
 1 wish I ne'er had seen her eye, 
 
 Ne'er seen her cheek of doubtful dye— 
 
 And never, never dar'd to sip 
 
 The sweets that hung upon the lip 
 
 Of faithless Emma. 
 
 For though from rosy dawn of day, 
 I rove along and anxious stray, 
 'Till night with curtain dark descend, 
 And day no more its gleam ings lend ; 
 Yet still like hers no cheek I find, 
 
 Like hers no eyes save in her mind, 
 
 Where still I fancy that I sip 
 The sweets that hung upon the lip 
 
 Of faithless Emma. 
 
 SONG.... TV*, Yes, I remember v:ell the hour. 
 \'£S, yes, I remember well the hour, 
 When 6rst from these dear bank? yon stray'd, 
 
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 When you from every fragrant flow'r. 
 
 For my sad brow a garland made. 
 And I remember well the tear, 
 Which did thy sacred gift endear ; 
 Too soon that parting hour appeared 
 
 Too soon my lovely wreath decay'd. 
 Fled was each grace thy gift endearM ; 
 
 But love like thine shall never fade, 
 
 No-no-no-no-no-no, shall never fade. 
 
 SOTSG....Beautiful Maid. 
 
 WHEN absent from her, my soul hold> most dear 
 
 What medley of passions invade ? 
 In this bosom what anguish, what hope, and what 
 fear, 
 
 I endure for my beautiful maid.- 
 
 In vain I seek pleasure to lighten my grief, 
 
 i$S)r quit the gay throng for the shade ; 
 Nor retirement, nor solitude yield me relief, 
 When away from my beautiful maid. 
 
 SONG....OA wander no more from me, my love* 
 OH wander no more from me, my love, 
 
 Oh wander no more from roe ! 
 The sweet delights of love to prove,. 
 
 Oh wander no more from me. 
 
 The woodbine's shady twining bowers, 
 The op'ning banks of blushing flowers, 
 All speak ray mind to thee, my kr*c 
 Then kindly smile, 
 The hours beguile, 
 And wander no more from me. 
 Thus sung young Edward bold an;! 
 
 As toying on a summer's day 
 Sweet Anna's soul to move. 
 Ah me she cried, 
 And yet he sighed, 
 Ob witlcterne more FrcpSi me 
 
tuneful bird from freedom torn, 
 silent throat and crest forlorn, ■ 
 ich reUirn of glowing day; 
 Tho' wires of gold Jts wings confine, 
 And round enticing- splendours shine ; 
 
 Ah still content is far away. 
 Let generous hands unclose the gate, 
 Again, with song and crest elate, 
 Aloft the merry warbler flies ; 
 And as thro' yielding air it soars, 
 New strains of grateful rapture pours 
 A hymn to freedom and the skies. 
 
 SONG....7Vic season of love. 
 
 WHEN the snow-drop and crocus first look fbr^e 
 Springs 
 And peach -trees and hawthorns all bloom, 
 \Mids' nature's young foliage when mocking-birds 
 sing, 
 And fields all their beauties assume ; 
 
 tip first blush of Spring, until Spring shall re- 
 move, 
 With my x\nna and me 'tis the season cf love. 
 
 When by Flora made gay, early s'immer invites, 
 
 And the frui-s of Pomona unfold ; 
 From the chariot of Phoebus when Cerea alights, 
 
 And turns Earth's green mantle »o gold : 
 Whde with mortals she stays, -* when call'd home 
 
 by Jove, 
 With my Anna and me 'tis the season of love. 
 
 When the spider's fine web is espos'd by the 
 dew, 
 ClorlTd in russet by Autumn the trees ; 
 
When the Fairies by moon-light bring mushrooms to 
 
 view, 
 And the buckwheat's weigh'd clown by the bees : 
 From Autumn's first dews till the leaves leave the 
 
 grove, 
 With my Anna and me tis the season oflove. 
 
 When the chili breath of Winter congeals the smooth 
 lakes, 
 And the sun just peeps over the woods ; 
 When the snow bends the boughs into fantastic 
 shapes, 
 And cars slide on the face of the floods : 
 Though the earth's bound by frost, and snows fall 
 
 from above, 
 Still with Anna and me tis the season of love. 
 
 s Tis love that to Spring half her pleasure imparts, 
 That gives mildness to Midsummer's glow : 
 
 When Autumn declines it still grows in our hearts, 
 And flourishes all Winter through. 
 
 Neither Winter nor Summer, nor Autumn nor Spring, 
 
 Without love and my Anna, can happiness bring. 
 
 SONG....77ie twin Rases. 
 
 ON one parent stalk, two white roses were growing, 
 From the buds just unfolded and lovely to view ! 
 
 Together they bioom'd, with the same sunbeam glow- 
 ing, 
 And anointed at night by the same balmy dew. 
 
 A spoiler beheld the fair twins, and unsparing 
 Tore one from the stalk like a grey victim drest, 
 
 Then left its companion — his prize proudly bearing, 
 To blush for an hour ere it died on his breast. 
 
 But ah ! for the widow'd one — shivell'd and yellow, 
 Its sleek silver leaves lost their delicate hue ; 
 
 It sicken'd in thought — pin'd to death for its fellow, 
 Rejected the sun-beam, and shrunk from the dew 
 
n 
 
 Then where, ruthless spoiler! ab, where is t i j \ ( 
 Two flow'rs Strewn in dust, that might sv 
 have bloom'd, 
 
 A tomb is the record which tells thy proud story, 
 Where beauty and love are untimely consumed. 
 
 SOXG....T7;e Flowing Canvas. 
 
 THE flowing canvass caught the breeze, 
 
 The ship flew through the sea, 
 But nought, Maria, could avail 
 To take my thoughts from thee. 
 
 know from love, my charming maid, 
 I ev'ry pain endure, 
 add you alone, the wound have made, 
 Add you alone can cure. 
 
 And you, alone, Lc. 
 
 ' iouci contended billows sweep, 
 
 silver'd waves arise ; 
 ship now plunges in the deep, 
 And now assails the skie3 : 
 But greater are the storms by far, 
 That in my bosom roll, 
 
 - evVy ronflict struggles there, 
 Ai i my soul. 
 
 Love's ev'ry coiifiic 
 
 » Thy form, my mind, my passion holds, 
 No swain ere lovM more true, 
 parted dist.mt as the poles, 
 My heart is sr ill with you. 
 In pity then return my love, 
 ^ Nor from my wishes 
 
 r if you smile, twill heaven prove, 
 vr>. I die. 
 
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 SONG.^.Tke sailor's adieu. 
 
 WHENCE comes this keen this cutting smart ? 
 Why doth the tear unbidden start ? 
 Why beats ray sad and sinking heart — 
 
 Thus heavily ? 
 Eliza — 'tis because I part — 
 
 My life ! from thee. 
 Tost on the rude and foaming 1 wave, 
 O'er which the howling tempests rave, 
 In distant climes I go to brave 
 
 The furious sea — ! 
 My doom — perhaps — a watery grave, 
 
 Far, far from thee I 
 
 Yet not the angry ocean's roar, 
 
 Nor rocks that skirt the fatal shore — 
 
 All stain'd with shipwreck'd seamen's gore, 
 
 Could make me fear ! 
 No, Vis thy loss ! I now deplore 
 
 With briny tear. 
 
 Oh ! say, then, all on earth I prize ! 
 Wilt thou my absence mourn with sighs ; 
 And heaven invoke, with up-lift eyes, 
 
 To speed my way I 
 Wilt thou ? But see the signal (lies t 
 
 I must not stay. 
 
 By storms that sweep the deep abyss— * 
 By plighted vows — by all our bliss — 
 By this embrace — and this — and this — 
 
 Dear maid ! be true ? 
 Remember love's last parting kiss * 
 
 Adieu ! Adieu ! 
 
 SONG....^7b ony dear y no. 
 
 WHILE I fold in my arms, the dear girt of my heart, 
 And wipe those soft tears that silently flow ; 
 
<y ! i y love, but I feel UiUl to pari, 
 
 Can those teai-j be forgot ? — No my l«>\c, no. 
 
 mc from home ; 
 ! nil pleasure forego ; 
 "My i. lear g d, from thee never shall roam, 
 
 Nor will I forget thee — No my love, no. 
 
 These dear little pledges of conjugal love 
 
 Will keep in remembrance thy sorrow and woe, 
 To ease thy sad mind, scrk aid from above, 
 You'll not be forgotten — No my love, no. 
 
 Soon shall I return with a heart warm and kind, 
 more then to part, nor tears more to flow, 
 With rapture, delight in thy true virtuous mini, 
 And never more leave thee — No my dear, no, 
 
 SONG....7Vitf MUchievous Bte. 
 
 LITTLE Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough strayed, 
 And among* the sweet blossoms he wantonly play'd, 
 Plucking many a leaf from the buds of the tree, 
 He feit that his finger was stung by a bee ; 
 Little Cupid then whimper'd he sob'd and he sigh'd 
 Then ran to his mother and pettishly cried, 
 Oh ! Venus dear mother, I'm wounded you see, 
 And ask for revenge on the mischievous bee. 
 
 Kis mother then laugh'd at the story he told, 
 
 On his forehead of snow, strok'd his ringlets of gold, 
 
 Now when you wound another my lad, answer'd she, 
 
 Ere your arrows are pointed, you'll think on the bee, 
 
 A lesson of love let the story impart : 
 
 When the beam of the eye lights the flame of the 
 
 heart, 
 Ye fair ones remember, while yet you are free, 
 The rose holds the thorn, and the myrtle the bee. 
 
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 SO}*G....I have a hart, 
 
 Ibave a heart, a little heart 
 
 That thpohs for I know who, 
 Yet this can say, and mind me pray, 
 It is not you, nor you. 
 No-no-no-no-no-no-no, I tell you so, 
 No-no-no, &c. 
 5 Tis no one here sincerely, 
 
 And yet I sigh, and all for why, 
 Because I love him dearly. 
 
 And yet I sigh, &c. 
 
 I have a heart, a little heart, 
 
 But not I fear my own, 
 ? Twas mine, but now 'tis his I vow, 
 
 But who, shall not be known. 
 
 No-no-no, &c. 
 
 I have a heart, a little heart, 
 That's tender, warm and true, 
 
 Yet this can say, and mind me pray* 
 It throbs, but not for you. 
 
 No-no-no, &c 
 
 SONG..../><w* thee, Eliza, I must ^ 
 
 FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, 
 
 And from my native shore, 
 The cruel fates between us throw, 
 
 A boundless ocean's roar : 
 But boundless ocean, roaring wide 
 
 Between my love and me, 
 They never, never can divide 
 
 My heart and soul from thee 
 
 Farewel, farewell, Eliza dear, 
 
 The maid that I adore ! 
 A boding voice is in mine ear. 
 
 We T>art t« meet no more ! 
 
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 1st echo, echo, whilst echo, 
 Rep >ft strain, 
 
 Whilst echo, echo, whilst echo, 
 Repeats tl tin. 
 
 r the accertvs of love, 
 ith'd forth from the bosom sincere, 
 Winch Virtue herself, herself mast approve, 
 
 And the virgin wi h safety, with safety may hea: 
 Which Virtue herself must approve, Sec, 
 
 SONG... .Kate Kearney. 
 OH have you not heard of Kate Kearney, 
 She lives on the banks of Kilhrney ; 
 
 From the glance of her e\e, 
 
 Shun danger and fly, 
 For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney. 
 
 Her eye is so modestly beaming, 
 
 You'll ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming • 
 
 Yet Oh! I can tell, 
 
 How fatal's the spell, 
 That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney. 
 
 Then should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney/ 
 Who lives on the banks of Killarney ; 
 
 Beware of her smile, 
 
 For many a wile, 
 bid in the eve of Kate Kearney. 
 Her eye so bewitchingly simple, 
 Oh there's mischief in every dimple ; 
 
 By her sigh's spicy gale, 
 
 Who e'er dares inhale, 
 lie by the breath of Kate Kearney. 
 
 SONG. ...Answer to Kate Kearney. 
 
 yes, I hive seen this Kate Kearney, 
 : ves near the lake of Killarney ; 
 
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 From her lore beaming: eye, what mortal can fy, 
 
 Unsubdu'd by the glarce of Kate Kearney. 
 
 That eye so seducingly meaning, 
 
 Assures me of mischief she's dreaming, 
 
 And I feel 'tis in vain, to My from the chain, 
 
 That binds me to lovely Kate Kearney. 
 
 At eve, when I've seen this Kate Kearney, 
 
 On the flower mantled banks of Killarney, 
 
 Her smile would impart, thrilling-joy to my heart, 
 
 As I gaz'd on the charming Kate Kearney. 
 
 On the banks of Killarney reclining, 
 
 My bosom to rapture resigning, 
 
 Tve felt the keen smart, of love's fatal dart, 
 
 And inhaled the warm sigh of Kate Kearney. 
 
 SONG....G*W of my heart. 
 
 IN the world's crooked path where I've been, 
 There to share of life's gloom my poor part, 
 
 The bright sunshine, that soften'd the scene, 
 Was — a smile from the girl of my heart. 
 
 Not a swain, where the lark quits her nest, 
 But to labour, with glee will depart, 
 
 If at eve he expects to be bless'd 
 
 With — a smile from the girl of his heart. 
 
 Come then crosses and smiles as they may ? 
 
 Let my mind still this maxim impart, 
 That the comfort of man's fleeting day 
 
 Is — a smile from the girl of his heart. 
 
 SONG....j4/one by the light of the mcon* 
 
 THE day is departed, and round from the cloud 
 
 The moon in her beauty appears ; 
 The voice of the nightingale warbles aloud 
 
 The music of love in our Pi 
 
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 , appear ! now the season, so * 
 While the beat of the heart is in tune, 
 The time is so 
 
 Alone by the light of the moon. 
 
 en present 
 I sigh — can a lover do more ? 
 
 *'ne to the shepherds I never re 
 I think of her all the day o'er. 
 Maria, my love ! do you long for the grove ■ 
 
 Do you sigh for an interview soon J 
 Does e'er a kind thought run on me as you rove 
 Alone by the light of the moon ? 
 
 Your name from the shepherds whenever I hear, 
 
 My bosom is all in a glow ; 
 Your voice when it vibrates so sweet through my car, 
 
 My heart thrills — my eyes overflow. 
 Ye pow'rs of the sky! will your bounty divine 
 
 Indulge a fond lover his boon ? 
 Shall heart spring to heart, and Maria be mine, 
 
 Alone bv the li^ht of the moon. 
 
 SONG. ...She lives in the valley t 
 
 THE broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, 
 
 The lambkins were sporting around, 
 When I wander'd to breathe the soft air, 
 
 And by chance a rich treasure I found. 
 A lass sat beneath a green shade, 
 
 For her smiles the whole world I'd forego. 
 As blooming as May was the maid, 
 
 And she live* in the valley below. 
 
 Her song struck my ear with surprise, 
 
 Her voice like the nightingale sweet, 
 But love took his seat in her eyes, 
 
 •re beauty and innocence meet. 
 From that ■ heart was her own. 
 
 I'd forego, 
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 She's beauteous as roses just blown, 
 And she lives in the valley below. 
 
 My cottage with woodbine o'ergrown, 
 
 The sweet turtle-dove cooing round, 
 My fiock3 and my herds are my own, 
 
 My pastures with hawthorn are bound. 
 All my riches I'd lay at her feet, 
 
 If her heart in return she'll bestow ; 
 For no pastime can cheer my retreat, 
 
 While she live^in the valley below. 
 
 SONG..,. T/ze wounded Hussar. 
 
 ALOKT1 to the banks of the dark rolling Danube 
 
 Fair Adelaide hied when the battle was o'er ; 
 Oh whither, she cried, hast thou wander'd my, lover 
 
 Or here dost thou welter, and bleed on the shore : 
 What voice did I hear ? twas my Henry that sigh'd, 
 
 All mournful she hasten'd, nor wander'd she far, 
 When bleeding, and low, on the heath she descried, 
 
 By the light of the moon, her poor wounded hus- 
 sar ! 
 
 From his bosom that heav'd, the last torrent was 
 streaming, 
 
 And pale was his visage, deep mark'd with a scar ; 
 And dim was that eye once expressively beaming, 
 
 That melted in love, and that kindled in war ! 
 How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight I 
 
 How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war ! 
 Hast thou come, my fond love, this last sorrowful 
 night, 
 
 To cheer the lone heart of your wounded hussar ! 
 
 Thou sh alt live, she replied, heaven's mercy reliev- 
 ing* 
 
 Each anguishing wound shall forbid me to mourn ? 
 Ah, no ! the last pang in my bosom is heaving ; 
 
 No light of the mom slrsfl to H^nrv return^ 
 
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 life, ever tender and true 1 
 that await me tl 
 ;oc could nuinni! 
 When lie sank in her arms — the po~r wounded 
 
 hussar ' 
 
 SONG- ..27t -:>/* Cottage M 
 
 where can fly my soul's true love ? 
 I wander this lonely grove; 
 Sighs and tears for him I shed, 
 Henry is from Laura fled : 
 Thy love to me thou didst impart, 
 Thy love soon won my virgin heart ; 
 But dearest Henry, thou'st be'tray'd 
 Thy love with thy dear cottage maid. 
 
 Through the vale my grief appeal's, 
 Siprhing said with pearly tei 
 Dfc th) image is my theme, 
 As I wander on the green : 
 See, from my cheek the colour flies, 
 And love's sweet hope within me dies : 
 For ah ! dear Henry, thou'st bet ray 'd 
 Thy love with thy dear cottage maid. 
 
 SONG....7'/* Sc 
 
 THE sea was calm, the sky serene, 
 
 And gently blew the eastern gale, 
 When Anna, seated on a rock, 
 
 Watch'd the Lovenia's less^ing^si 
 To heaven she thus her prayer adrlress'd, 
 
 ■ Thou who canst save or canst destroy 
 'From each surrounding danger guard 
 
 ' My much lov'd Uttie sailor boy. 
 
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 c When tempests o'er the ocean how!, 
 
 « And even sailors shrink with dread, 
 1 Be some protecting* angel near, 
 
 * To hover o'er my William's head : 
 e He was heiov'd by all the plain ; 
 
 •His father's pride, his mother's joy; 
 'Then safely to their arms restore 
 ' Their much lov'd little sailor boy, 
 
 4 May no rude foe his course impede, 
 
 * Conduct him safely o'er the waves ; 
 ' O may he never be compell'd 
 
 * To fight for power or mix with slaves i 
 • May smiling- peace his steps attend, 
 
 4 Each rising hour be crown 'd with joy ; 
 ' As blest as that when I again 
 
 * Shall meet my much lov'd sailor boy. 
 
 SONG....TAe Galley Slave. 
 
 OH ! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd, 
 
 Was as happy as happy could be ; 
 But pleasure is fled, even hope is destroy'd, 
 
 A captive, alas ! on the sea. 
 I was ta'en by the foe, twas the fiat of fate, 
 
 To tear me from her I adore : 
 When thought brings to mind my once happier state, 
 
 I sigh — I sigh as I tug at the oar. 
 
 Hard, hard is my fate, oh how galling my chain, 
 
 My life's steer'd by misery's chart, 
 And though against my tyrant I scorn to complain, 
 
 Tears gush forth to ease my sad heart ; 
 I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel the sharp lash, 
 
 Yet my heart bleeds for her I adore : 
 While around me the merciless billows do dash, 
 
 I sigh— I sigh, and still tug at the oar. 
 
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 How fortune deceives ! I had pleasure in (i 
 
 The port where ihe dwelt was in vi 
 Uutthe wishMnupti.il mum was o'er clouded with woe, 
 
 deaf Anna from you. 
 Our shallop was hoarded, and I torn away, 
 
 behold niv dear Anna no more ; 
 But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels decay; 
 He sigh'd— he sigh'd, and expir'd at the oar. 
 
 SONG... Within a mile of Edinburgh. 
 
 \S within a mile of Edinburgh town, 
 In the rosy time of the year, 
 Sweet flowers bloom'd and the grass was down, 
 And each shepherd woo'd his dear : 
 Bonny Jockey, blithe and gay, 
 Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay; 
 The lassie blush'd and frowning cried, 
 
 No, no, it will not do ; 
 I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to«. 
 
 Jockey was a wag that ne'er would wed, 
 Though he long had followed the lass ; 
 Contented she earn'd and eat her brown bread, 
 And merrily turn'd up the grass: 
 Bonny Jockey, blithe and free. 
 Won her heart right merrily, 
 Vet still she blush'd and frowning cried, 
 
 No, no, it will not do ; 
 I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle tot. 
 
 But when he vow'd he would make her his bride, 
 Though his flocks and herds were not few, 
 
 ave him her hand, and a kiss beside, 
 And vow\I she'd forever prove true ; 
 F 2 
 
( CG ) 
 
 Bonny Jockey blithe and free, 
 
 Won her heart right merrily, 
 At church she no more frowning cried 
 
 No, no, it will not do ; 
 I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to#. 
 
 SONG....CVa zy Jane. 
 
 WHY, fair maid, in ev'ry feature, 
 
 Are such signs of fear ^express'd, 
 Can a wand'ring, wretched creature, 
 
 With such terror frH thy breast \ 
 Do my frenzied looks alarm thee ? 
 
 Trust me, sweet, thy fears are vain, 
 Not for kingdoms would I harm thee, 
 
 Shun not then poor crazy Jane. 
 
 Dost thou weep to see my anguish I 
 
 Mark me and avoid my woe ; 
 When men flatter, sigh and languish, 
 
 Think them false, I found them so : 
 For I lov'd, Oh ! so sincerely, 
 
 None could ever love again : 
 But the youth I lov'd so dearly, 
 
 Stole the wits of crazy Jane. 
 
 Fondly my young heart receiv'd him, 
 
 Doom'd to love but him alone : 
 He sigh'd and vow'd and I believ'd him, 
 
 He was false and I undone ; 
 From that hour had reason never 
 
 Held her empire o'er my brain ; 
 Henry fled — with him forever, 
 
 Fled the wits of crazy Jane. 
 
 ICow forlorn and broken-hearted, 
 And with frenzied thoughts beset, 
 
 On that spot where last we parted, 
 On that spot where firit ^re met : 
 
( V ) 
 
 I sing my love -Ion g ditty, 
 Still I lonely pace the plain. 
 While each paster by in pity 
 Criei— God help thee crazy Jane. 
 
 S0NG....7A* Orphan Bey 
 
 STAY, lady — stay for mercy sake, 
 And hear a helpless orphan's tale, 
 
 Ah sure my looks must pity wake — 
 Tis want that makes my cheek so pale ! 
 
 Vet I was once a mother's pride, 
 And my brave father's hope and joy j 
 
 But in the Nile's proud fight he died— 
 And I am now an orphan boy ! 
 
 Poor foolish child, how pleas M was I, 
 When news of Nelson's victory came, 
 
 Along* the crowded streets to fly — 
 And see the lighted windows flame ! 
 
 To force me home my mother sought— 
 She could not bear to see my joy 
 
 with my father's life 'twas bought— 
 And made me a poor orphan boy ! 
 
 The people's shouts were long and loud ; 
 
 My mother, shudd'ring, clos'd her ears \ 
 Rejoice, rejoice, still cried the cro*d— - 
 
 My mother answer'd with btr tears ! 
 
 Oh, why do tears steal down your cheek, 
 Cried I, while others shout with j 
 
 She kiss'd me, and in accents weak, 
 She caird me her poor orphan boy ! 
 
 What is an orphan boy ? I cried ; 
 
 When suddenly she gasp'd for breath, 
 And her eyes clos'd ! I shriek'd for aid ; 
 
 But ah, ber eyct wcrt clos'd in <Uath ! 
 
( 68 ) 
 
 2VIy hardships since I will not tell : 
 But now no more a parent's joy, 
 
 Ah, lady, I have learnt too well 
 What 'tis to be an orphan boy ! 
 
 Oh ! were I by your bounty fed * 
 Na\, gentle lady, do not chide, 
 
 Trust me I mean to earn my bread — 
 The sailor's orphan boy has pride ! 
 
 Lady, you weep ; what is't you say ? 
 
 You'll give me clothing, food, employ ! 
 Look down, dear parents, look, and see 
 
 Your happy, happy orphan boy 1 
 
 SONG....TAe Caledonian Maid. 
 
 SAY, have you seen my Arrabell ? 
 
 The Caledonian maid, 
 Or heard the youths of Scotland tell, 
 
 Where Arrabell has stray'd ? 
 The damsel is of angel mien, 
 
 With sad and downcast eyes ; 
 The shepherds call her sorrow's qut e 
 
 So pensively she sighs. 
 
 But why her sighs so sadly swell. 
 
 Or why her tears so flow ; 
 In vain they press the lovely girl, 
 
 The innate cause to know. 
 E ? er reason forrn'd her tender mind, 
 
 The virgin learn'd to love, 
 Compassion taught her to be kind, 
 
 Deceit she was above. 
 
 And had not war's terrific voice, 
 
 Forbid the nuptial bands, 
 r ".re now, had Sandy been her c\. c 
 
 ftptf Etytpejxjoi&'d cr? h; ; 
 
( 69 ) 
 
 But since the sword of war is sheath 1 ' t, 
 And peace* res 
 
 -equeath'd 
 To ArrubclU's arms. 
 
 SOXG....Gilef Scroggins. 
 
 GILES Scroggins courted Molly Brown, 
 Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido ! 
 
 The fairest wench in all the town, 
 Fol deriddle loi, kc. 
 
 He bought a ring with posey true 
 
 41 If you Loves I as I love* you, 
 
 m No knife can cut our love in two *' 
 Fol deriddle lol, &c. 
 
 But scissors cut as well as knives, 
 
 Fol deriddle lol, &c. 
 And quite unsartains all our lives, 
 
 Fol deriddle lol, &c. 
 The day they were to have been wed, 
 Fate's scissors cut poor Giles's thread, 
 So they could not be mar-ri-ed. 
 
 Fol deriddle lol, &.C. 
 
 Poor Molly laid her down to weep, 
 
 Leriddle lol, &c 
 And cried herself quite fast asleep, 
 
 Fol deriddle lol, kc. 
 When standing all by the bed post, 
 A rigure tall her sight engross'd 
 And it cried, " I bees Giles ScrogguYi ghoit !" 
 
 Fol deriddle lol, kc. 
 
 The ghost ii said all solemnly, 
 
 FA deriddle lol, &c. 
 u O Molly, you must go with T ! 
 
 Fol deriddle lol, & f , 
 
( ?o J 
 
 " All to tlie grave, your love to cool u — 
 Says she, " I am not dead, you fool !" 
 Savs the ghost, says he, " Vy that's no; 
 Fol deriddie lol, &c. 
 
 The ghost he seiz'd her all so grim, 
 
 Fol deriddie lol, &.c. 
 AH for to go along with him, 
 
 Fol deriddie lol, &c. 
 «« Come, come, said he, ere morning beam," 
 C( I vonV says she, and she scream'd a scream, 
 Then she woke and found she'd dreamt a drea 
 
 Fol deriddie lol, &c. 
 
 SON G... Virtuous Lovt, 
 
 HOW sweet is love when virtue guides. 
 
 How transient is the mind ; 
 Smooth as the summer's peaceful tides, 
 
 As grateful and as kind. 
 
 The morning breaks serenely clear, 
 
 We welcome in the day ; 
 The ev'ning comes without a fear, 
 
 The night our toils repay. 
 
 But sad reverse where vice appears* 
 With all her scorpion train ; 
 
 Joyless we pass our prime of years,. 
 And end a life in pain. 
 
 SONG....2'Ae MilUr. 
 A MILLER I am, and respected's my name, 
 And some three or four years since I buried my 
 dame, 
 
( 71 j 
 
 A good soul 6hc vas tho' my patience she trie!, 
 ijut I found a vast change in the house when sCc* 
 
 died j 
 
 voon her and my mill seem'd perpetual strife, 
 For click clack went my mill and click clack went my 
 
 wife. 
 
 A daughter she left me, her image comp\rte, 
 Whom I fancied would render life's evening sweet ; 
 }iut she fell in love, and so then we fell out, 
 And from morning to night here's a pother and 
 
 rout ; 
 
 r mother forget, while she lives I ne'er shall, 
 For click clack goes my mill and click clack goes my 
 
 girl. 
 
 I've a little Welch maid with a spirit quite high. 
 
 And at her I own I have cast a sheep's eye 
 
 But she's not to be caught by a pray'r or a purse, 
 
 So perhaps I may take her for better or worse : 
 
 And then my wife's spirit will never be laid, 
 
 For click clack goes my mill and click clack goes rrjy 
 
 SONG....£xjfe o/yv 
 
 KRE came to the beach, a poor exile of Erin, 
 The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : 
 For his country he sigh'd when at twilight repay* • 
 ing 
 To wander alone by the wind beaten hill : 
 But the day star attracted his eye's aad devotion ; 
 For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean, 
 ' Where once in tV>e flow of his youthful emotion 
 M? sung the bold anthem of Brin go hragh ' 
 
Oh cad is my fate (said the heart broken stran- 
 ger) 
 
 The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee ; 
 But I have no refuge from famine and danger, 
 
 A home and a country remain not for me ! 
 Ah, never again in the green shady bowers 
 
 Where my fcre-fathers liv'd shall I spend the sweet 
 hours; 
 Or cover ray harp with the wild woven flowers, 
 
 And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! 
 
 Erin ray country tho* sad and forsaken, 
 In dreams I revisit thy sea beaten shore, 
 
 But alas in a far foreign land I awaken, 
 
 And sigh for the friends who can meet me no 
 more. 
 
 Oh, cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me ! 
 
 In the mansion of peace, where no peril can chase 
 me, 
 
 Ah, never again will my brothers embrace me, 
 They died to defend me, or live to deplore ! 
 
 Where is my cabin that stood by the wild wood ! 
 
 Sisters and sire did you weep for its fall ? 
 Where is the mother that watch'd o'er my childhood . 
 
 And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all I 
 Ah, my sad soul, long abandoned by pleasure ! 
 Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure ? 
 Tears like the rain drop, may fall without measure — 
 
 But rapture and beauty they cannot recal ! 
 
 Vet all its fond recollections suppressing, 
 One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw ; 
 
 Erin, an exile bequeaths thee his blessing, 
 Land of my fore -fathers, Erin g© bragh ! 
 
 Buried and cold when my heart stills its motion ; 
 
 Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean ; 
 
 And thy harp-stringing bards sing aloud with devo- 
 tion, 
 ' Erin m^ vornten— Erin go bragh !* 
 
C 73 ) 
 
 SONG....77/C VovLihirc I 
 
 MY father was once a great mar chant 
 
 As any in Ireland was found ; 
 But faith he could ne'er save a shilling. 
 
 Though 'tatoes he sold by the pound i 
 So says he to my mother one night, 
 
 To England suppose you and I go ; 
 And the very next day, by moonlight, 
 
 They took leave of the county of Sligc. 
 
 Sing fal de ral, lal do ral la, fal ial dc, &c. 
 
 That the land is allcover'd with water 
 
 •Twixt England and Ireland you'll own ; 
 And single misfortunes they say 
 
 To Irishmen ne'er come alone : 
 So my father poor man ! wasyfo* u'roum'd. 
 
 Then shi/rwrecfd) in sailing from Cork , 
 But my mother — she got safe to land, 
 
 And a whisky-shop open'd in York. 
 Fal de ral, kc. 
 
 Just a year after father was dead, 
 
 One night, about five in the morn, 
 An odd accident happen'd to me, 
 
 For 'twas then that myself was first born 
 All this I've been told by my mammy, 
 
 (And surely she'd not tell me wrong;) 
 But I don't remember nought of it, 
 
 Caze it happen'd when I were quite young. 
 Fal de ral, &c. 
 
 On the very same day, the next year, 
 
 (For so ran the story of mother,) 
 The same accident happen'd ag:i n, 
 
 But not to me then, that were brother; 
 So 'twas settled by old father Luke, 
 
 Wl»o dissolv'd all our family sins — 
 As we both were born on the same day, 
 
 That we sartinly must bave been twins 
 \H ral, &c. 
 Q 
 
( n > 
 
 'Twas agreed I should not go to school, 
 
 As laming I never should want ; 
 Nor would they e'en teach me to read, 
 
 For my genus they said it would cramp : 
 Now this genus of mine— where it lay 
 
 Do but listen awhile, and you'll hear — 
 3 Twas in drawing — not landscapes and pictures, 
 
 No — mine was for drawing of beer. 
 Fal de ral, &c. 
 
 Some with only one genus are blest : 
 
 But I, it appears, had got two, 
 For when I had drawn off some beer, 
 
 I'd a genus for drinking it too ; 
 At last I was drawn up to town, 
 
 Without in my pocket Vifarden; 
 iut since I've earn'd i 
 
 But since I've earn'd many a crown, 
 By the shop here, in sweet Common Garden, 
 Fal de ral, &c. 
 
 Now the end of my song's drawing near, 
 
 I'll tell ye — but that's nothing new — 
 Now all my ambition's to try, 
 
 And to do, what I can to draw you ; 
 
 In which, if I do but succeed, 
 And my efforts beguile you of pain, 
 I intreat you'll not wait to be ask'd 
 
 To come often and see me again. 
 Fal de ral, &c. 
 
 SONG....77* Wood Robin. 
 
 STAY, sweet enchanter of the grove, 
 Leave not so soon thy native tree ; 
 
 O warble still those notes of love, 
 While my fonct heart responds to thee 
 O warble still those notes of love, &c, 
 
( 75 ) 
 
 iysott bosom on the spray, 
 Till chilly Autumn frowns severe, 
 Then charm me with thy parting lay, 
 A' d I will answer with a rear. 
 1 hen charm mc* with, &.c. 
 
 But soon as Spring, enrich'd with flow'rs, 
 Comes dancing o'er the new drest plain, 
 
 Return and cheer my natal bow'rs 
 My Robin, with those notes again. 
 
 SON G....Tho* Mutes ne'er smile. 
 
 THO' muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun, 
 Yet they visit my cot when my labour is done j 
 And whilst on my pillow of straw I recline, 
 A wreathe of sweet flow'rets they sportively twine, 
 But in vain the fair damsels weave chaplets for me, 
 Since my heart is devoted, dear Mary, to thee. 
 Full oft I reflect on my indigent state, 
 But reflection and reason are ever too late. 
 They tell me I sigh for too beauteous a fair, 
 And fill my sad bos^m with doubts and despair ; 
 Then hope kindly smiling averts their decree, 
 For my heart is devoted, dear Mary, to thee. 
 
 When the shrill pipe and tabor proclaim the light 
 
 dance, 
 With transport I see my dear Mary advance ; 
 Then such grace she displays, while she trips 'mid 
 
 the throng, 
 That each shepherd with raptures to her tunes hit 
 
 song, 
 But by none she's belov'd with such truth as by me, 
 For my heart is devoted, dear Mary, to thee. 
 
 SONG... .Sweet Echo. 
 
 HOW sweet in the woodlands, 
 With fleet hound and horn* 
 
( 76 ) 
 
 To awake the sweet echo, 
 And taste the fresh morn ! 
 
 But hard is the chace, 
 
 My fond heart must pursue, 
 
 Since Daphne, dear Daphne, 
 Is lost to my view. 
 
 Assist me, chaste Dian, 
 
 The nymph to regain, 
 More wild than the roebuck, 
 
 And wing'd with disdain, 
 In pity o'ertake her 
 
 Who wounds as she flies, 
 Though Daphne's pursu'd, 
 
 'Tis Myrtillo that dies. 
 
 SONG. ...Alknomook 
 
 THE sun sets at night and stars shun the day , 
 But glory remains when their light fades away , 
 Begin ye tormentors your threats "are in vain, 
 For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. 
 
 Remember the arrows he shot from his bow : 
 Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low : 
 Why so slow ? — do you wait till I shrink from my pain ! 
 No — the son of Alknomook shall never complain. 
 
 Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, 
 And the scalps which we bore from your nation away, 
 Kow :he flame rises fast you exult in my pain : 
 But the son of Alknomook shall never complain. 
 
 3 go to the land where my father is gone ; 
 His ghost sha'l rejoice in the fame of his son r 
 Death comes like a friend — he relieves me from pain 5 
 And thy son, oh 1 Alknomook has scorn'd to complain. 
 
( 77 ) 
 
 9>OKG... Bright Phcebut. 
 
 BRIGHT Phoebu9 has mounted the chariot of <Uy, 
 And the horns 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, blithe echo, makes jovial theiniorn. 
 
 Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, 
 While puss flies the covert and dog's quick pursue ; 
 Behold where she flies o'er the wide spreading plaio, 
 While the loud opening* pack pursues her amain. 
 Hark away, &c. 
 
 At length puss is caught, and lies panting for breath, 
 And the shout of rhe huntsman's the signal for death s 
 No joys can delight like the sports of the field, 
 To hunting all pastime and pleasure must yield. 
 Hark away, &c. 
 
 SONG... 7/* Requett. 
 
 TELL me, babbling echo, why 
 You return me sigh for sigh ; 
 While I of slighted love complain, 
 You delight to mock my pain. 
 
 Bold intruder night and day, 
 Busy tell tale, haste away, 
 Me and my cares in silence leave, 
 Come not near me while I grieve. 
 
 But if my swain, with all his charms, 
 Returns to clasp me in his arms, 
 I'd call thee from thy dark retreat, 
 The joyful tidings to repeat. 
 G2 
 
( 78 ) 
 
 Repeat, repeat, repeat the strain, 
 Sing it o'er and o'er again ; 
 From morn till night prolong the tale t 
 Let it ring from vale to vale. 
 
 S0NG....7Vw7«j of Latona. 
 THE twins of Latona so kind to my boon, 
 
 Arise to partake of the chase ; 
 And Sol lend a ray to chaste Dian's fair moon, 
 
 And a smile to the smiles of her face. 
 For the sport I delight in, the bright queen of love 
 
 With myrtle my brow shall adorn, 
 yVhile Pan breaks his chaunter, and skulks in the 
 grove, 
 
 Excelled by the sound of the born. 
 
 The dogs are uncoupl'd and sweet is their cry, 
 Yet sweeter the notes of sweet echo's reply ; 
 
 Hark forward, hark forward, the game is in vie\v 2 
 But love is the game that I wish to pursue. 
 
 The stag from his chamber of woodbine peeps out. 
 
 His sentence he hears in the gale ; 
 Yet flies, still entangl'd in fear and in doubt, 
 
 His courage and constancy fail : 
 Surrounded by foes, he prepares for the fray, 
 
 Despair taking place of his fear ! 
 With antlers erected, awhile stands at bay, 
 
 Then surrenders his life with a tear. 
 The dogs are, &c. 
 
 SONG....A r d7ic>' ; or, The sailor's journcis 
 
 'TWAS post meridian half past four, 
 
 By signal I from Nancy parted, 
 At six she linger'd on the shore, 
 
 With uplift hajids and broken hearted. 
 
I 79 ) 
 
 At seven, while taughtning the fore stay, 
 I saw her faint or e.se 'twas fancy : 
 
 At eight we all got under weigh, 
 And bid a long adieu to Nancy. 
 
 Night came, and now eight bells had rung, 
 
 While careless sailors ever cheerly, 
 On the mid watch so jovial sung, 
 
 With tempers labour cannot weary * 
 A little to their mirth inclin'd, 
 
 While tender thoughts rush on my fancy, 
 And my warm sighs increa6*d the wind, 
 
 Look'd on the moon, and thought on Nancy. 
 
 And now arriv'd that jovial night, 
 
 When ev'ry true bred tar carouses, 
 When o'er the grog all hands delight 
 
 To toast their sweet-hearts and their spouses ; 
 Round went the can, the jest, the glee, 
 
 While tender wishes fill'deach fancy, 
 And when in turn it came to me, 
 
 1 heav'd a sigh, and toasted Nancy. 
 
 Next morn a storm came on at four, 
 
 At six the elements' in motion, 
 Flung'd me, and three poor sailors more, 
 
 Headlong into the foaming ocean ; 
 Poor wretches ! they soon found their graves^ 
 
 To me it may be only fancy, 
 But love seem'd to forbid the waves, 
 
 To snatch me from the arms of Nancy. 
 
 Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd 
 
 And winds and waves had ceas'd to rattle, 
 When a bold enemy appear'd, 
 
 And, dauntless, we prepar'd for battle ; 
 And now, while some lov'd friend or wife, 
 
 Like light'ning rush'd on ev'ry fancy, 
 ^o Providence I trusted life, 
 
 Put up a prayer and thought on Nancy. 
 
C 80 ) 
 
 At last 'twas in the month of May, 
 
 The crew it being* lovely weather, 
 At three A. M. discover'd day, 
 
 And England's chalky cliffs together ; 
 At seven, up channel now we bore, 
 
 When hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy, 
 At twelve I gaily jumpt ashore, 
 
 And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy. 
 
 SONG... .Since then Vm doom y d. 
 
 SINCE then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove, 
 To quit each object of my infant care ; 
 
 Torn from an honor'd parent's tender love, 
 
 And driven the keenest storms of fate to bear : 
 
 Ah 1 but forgive me, pitied let me part, 
 
 Your frowns too sure would break my sinking heart 
 
 Where'er I go whate'er my lowly state, 
 
 Yet grateful mem'ry still shall linger here ! 
 And when perhaps you're musing o'er my fate, 
 
 You still may greet me with a tender tear: 
 Ah ! then forgive me, pitied let me part, 
 Your frowns too sure would break my sinking heart, 
 
 SON G....When Pensive. 
 WHEN pensive I thought of my love, 
 
 The moon on the mountains was bright, 
 And Philomel down in the grove, 
 
 Broke sweetly the silence of night. 
 O I wish'd that the tear drop would flow, 
 
 But felt too much anguish to weep, 
 Till worn with the weight of my woe, 
 
 I sunk on my pillow to sleep. 
 
 Methought of my love, as I lay, 
 
 His ringlets all clotted with gore, 
 In the paleness of death seem'd to say, 
 
 Alas we must never meet mere ! 
 
( si ) 
 
 Yes, yes, my belov'd, we must part, 
 The steel of my rival was true ; 
 
 rhc assassin has struck on that heart 
 Which beat with such fervour lor )0ii. 
 
 SONG....i?^e Cinthia. 
 RISE, Cynthia, rise ; 
 The ruddy morn on tiptoe stands 
 To view thy beauteous face : 
 Phoebus, by fleetest coursers borne, 
 Sees nought so fair in all his race. 
 The circling hours that lag behind, 
 Shall catch fresh beauty from thine eye : 
 Yet ah ! in pity to mankind, 
 Still wrapt in pleasing visions lie. 
 
 SONG.... 77ic Post captain. 
 
 WHEN Steerwell heard me first impart 
 
 Our brave commander's story, 
 With ardent zeal, his youthful heart 
 
 S well'd high for naval glory ; 
 Kesolved to gain a valiant name, 
 
 For bold adventures eager — 
 When first a little cabin-boy on board the Fame, 
 
 He would hold on the jigger, 
 While ten jolly tars, with musical Joe, 
 Hove the anchor a-peak, singing Yeo heave ho, 
 Yeo heave ho, &.c. 
 
 To hand top-gallant sails next he learnM, 
 
 With quickness, care and spirit ; 
 Jlis generous master then discern'd 
 
 And prized his dawning merit ; 
 JJe taught him soon to reef and steer, 
 
 Whenstorm9 convulsed the ocean, 
 
< 82 ) 
 
 ( 
 
 Where shoals made skilful veVrans fear, 
 
 Which mark'd him for promotion ; 
 For none to the pilot ere answer'd like he, 
 When he gave the command, Hard-a-port ! helm-a-lee i 
 Luff, boy luff, keep her near, 
 Clear the buoy, make the pier. 
 
 For valor, skill and worth renown'd, 
 
 The foe he oft defeated ; 
 And now with fame and fortune crown'd, 
 
 Post Captain he is rated : 
 And should his injured country bleed, 
 
 Still bravely would defend her ; 
 Now blest with peace — if beauty plead, 
 
 He'll prove his heart as tender ; 
 Unaw'dyet mild to high or low, 
 To poor and wealthy, friend or foe : 
 
 Wounded tars share his wealth, 
 
 Ail the fleet drink his health. 
 Prized be such hearts, for aloft they will go, 
 Who always are ready compassion to show 
 
 To a brave conquered foe. 
 
 SON G....Cottager 9 2 Daughter. 
 
 AH ! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my Pastora, 
 Ah ? say, have you seen the dear nymph on your way, 
 Transcendant as Venus and blithe as Aurora 
 From Neptune's bed rising to hail the new day. 
 Forlorn do I wander, and long time have sought her, 
 The fairest, the rarest, forever my theme, 
 A goddess in form though a cottager's daughter 
 That dwells on the borders of Alne's winding stream. 
 
 Tho' lordlings so gay and young squires have sought 
 
 her, 
 To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain ; 
 Devoid of ambition, the cottager's daughter 
 Convinc'd them their wealth and their flattery was 
 
( 8S ) 
 
 Whefl first I beheld her, I fondly besought her, 
 M\ heart did her homage, and love was my theme ; 
 She vow'd she'd be mine, the fair cottager's daughter. 
 That dwells on the borders of Alne's winding stream. 
 
 Then why thus alone does she leave me to languish, 
 Pastora to splendor would ne'er yield her hand ; 
 Ah, no ! she returns to relieve my fond anguish, 
 O'er her heart love and truth still retain their com- 
 mand : 
 The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her, 
 For love, truth, and constancy still were her theme ; 
 Then grant me, kind Hymen, the cottager's daughter, 
 That dwells on the borders of Alne's winding stream., 
 
 SONG....TAe morn u inviting to lo%c. 
 
 THE sun when arising, bespangles the dew, 
 
 And tints with its glory the skies ; 
 All nature's in motion, how charming the view, 
 
 When day is beginning to rise. 
 The morning is lovely, Maria awake, 
 
 Let us haste to the myrtle alcove, 
 Or stray by the side of the chrystaline lake, 
 
 While the mom is inviting to love. 
 
 While the morn, &c. 
 
 Did thy dreams turn on me in the dead of the night \ 
 
 Did I e'er to thy fancy appear ? 
 Did no fond idea thy bosom delight ? 
 
 Maria unfold to my ear. 
 Unseen and unheard you may tell it me now, 
 
 No witness is near but the dove, 
 Who mourns for its mate on the olive tree bough. 
 
 While the morn is inviting to love. 
 While the morr 
 
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 The winter, Maria, is coming" apace. 
 
 As summer begins to depart ; 
 Come then in my bosom your confidence place^ 
 
 And speak the fond wish of your heart. 
 Oh ! let us, my fair, be united to-day, 
 
 Let's haste to the church in the grove ;. 
 Nor let us the pleasing occasion delay, 
 
 While the morn is inviting to love, 
 
 While the morn, &c. 
 
 SON G....The Hermit. 
 
 AT the close of the day, when the Hamlet is stillj 
 
 And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, 
 When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, 
 
 And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove : 
 ? Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, 
 
 While his harp rung symphonious, a Hermit began: 
 No more with himself or with nature at war, 
 
 He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. 
 
 Ah why, all abandon'd to darkness and woe, 
 
 Why, alone Philomela, the languishing fall I 
 For spring shall return, and a lover bestow, 
 
 And sorrow no longer thy bosom enthral. 
 But if pity inspire thee, renew the sad lay [mourn ; 
 
 Mourn, sweetest complainer, man calls thee to 
 O soothe him, whose pleasures like thine pass away, 
 
 Full quickly they pass — but never return. 
 
 Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky, 
 
 The moon half distinguish'd her crescent display?, 
 But lately I mark'd when majestic on high, 
 
 She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze* 
 Roll on thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue 
 
 The path that conducts thee to splendor again. 
 But man's fading glory what change shall renew 
 
 Ah fool ' to exult in a glory so vain ! 
 
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 '.£ht and the landscape is lovely no more ; 
 I mourn, but ye woodlands, I mourn not for you : 
 Vor morn is approaching your charms to restore, 
 i'erfum'd with fresh fragrance and glitt'ring with 
 dew. 
 
 t for the ravage of winter I mourn ; 
 Kind nature the embryo blossom will save : 
 But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn \ 
 O when shall it dawn on the night of grave ! 
 
 "Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd, 
 
 That leads to bewilder and dazzles to blind : 
 My thoughts wont to roam, from shade on wardto shade, 
 
 Destruction before me, and sorrow behind. 
 pity, Great Father of light, then I cry'd 
 
 Thy creature who fain would not wander from Thee! 
 Lo, humble, in dust, I relinquish'd my pride ; 
 
 Frv*m doubt and from darkness thou only canst free. 
 
 And darkness and doubt are now flying away, 
 
 No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn, 
 So breaks on the traveller, faint and as* ray, 
 
 The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. 
 See truth, love and mercy, in triumph descending, 
 
 And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom, 
 On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blend- 
 ing* 
 
 \nd beauty immortal awake from the tomb. 
 
 SONG....TAf desponding Negro, 
 
 Xtrica's wide plains where the lion now roaring, 
 With freedom stalks forth the vast desert exploring, 
 I was dragg'd from my hut and enchain'd as a slave, 
 In a dark floating dungeon upon the salt wave. 
 Spare a halfpenny, 
 Spare a halfpenny, 
 Spare a halfpenny to a poor Negro. 
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 : oss'd on the wild main, I wildly despairing, 
 
 Burst my chains, rush'd on deck with my eye-ball 1 
 
 glaring-, 
 When the lightning's dread blast struck the inlets c 
 
 day, 
 And its glorious bright beams shut forever away. 
 
 Spare a halfpenny, he. 
 
 The despoiler of man then his prospect thus losing, 
 Of gain by my sale, not a blind bargain choosing, 
 As my value compared with my keeping, was light, 
 Had me dash'd overboard in the dead of the night. 
 Spare a halfpenny, &c. 
 
 And but for a bark to Brittania's coast bound then, 
 All my cares by that plunge in the deep had beei 
 
 drown'd then, 
 But by moonlight descry'd, I was snatch'd from th 
 
 wave, 
 And reluctantly robb'd of a watery grave. 
 
 Spare a halfpenny, Stc. 
 
 How disastrous my fate, freedom's ground tho' I trea 
 
 now, 
 Torn from home, wife and children, and wand'ringfc 
 
 bread now, 
 While seas roll between us which ne'er can be cross'i 
 And hope's distant glimm'rings in darkness are lost. 
 
 Spare a halfpenny, &c. 
 
 But of minds foul and fair when the judge and tr 
 
 ponderer, 
 Shall restore light and rest to the blind and the wa 
 
 derer, 
 The European's deep dye may out rival the sloe, 
 And the soul of an Ethiope prove white as the snowj 
 
 Spare a halfpenny, &c. 
 
 SONG....6W/ Ellen. 
 
 COLD blew the wind, no gleam of V 
 When Ellen left he" home. 
 
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 And brtvVJ Lhe horrors of ihe night, 
 
 <) T cr Ida tu roam. 
 
 The lovely maul bad Utte been g»y t 
 ;, hope and pleasure smd'd, 
 
 Bui no i in-icf a prey* 
 
 Was Ellen, sorrow's child. 
 
 She long was William's promisM I 
 
 ad her doom ' 
 The gentle youth, in beaun's pride, 
 
 Was hiimmoiiM to the tomb. 
 No more those joys shall Ellen prove, 
 
 Which many an hour beguil'd ; 
 From morn to eve she mourns her love. 
 
 Sweet Ellen sorrow's child. 
 
 With fallVmg step away she flies, 
 
 O'er William's grave to weep ; 
 For Ellen there, with tears and sighs, 
 Her watch would often keep. 
 ( I saw her woe, 
 And came with aspect mil 
 Thy tears shall now no longer flow, 
 cet Ellen, sorrow's child. 
 
 Thy plaintive notes were heard above, 
 
 iere thou shall soon find rest ; 
 Again thOU shalt behold thy lo\e, 
 And be forevei blest. 
 
 u\ such bliss be mine ! she cried, 
 With voice and looks so wild ; 
 Then sunk upon the earth and died, 
 Sweet Ellen, sorrow's child. 
 
 SONG....5/u:fcA Fleeting Pitas. 
 
 WITH ceaseless care we court our charms, 
 In quest of thorns we rove the mead, 
 
 And slight the violet's modest charms, 
 r l hat blooms beneath our tread. 
 
Snatch fleeting pleasures, hence moping irksome care 
 Gather life's roses while fresh and fair. 
 
 "What tho' at morn the tempest lower, 
 
 And round the forky lightnings play ; 
 Ere long the storm y blast is o'er, 
 
 And gladsome smiles the day. 
 
 Snatch fleeting pleasures, 84c. 
 The breast that envy neVr alarms, 
 
 Seeks pure delight in calm retreat; 
 And all alive to nature's charms, 
 
 Meets bliss that flies the great. 
 
 Snatch fleeting pleasures, &c. 
 
 Who courts fair truth with vows sincere, 
 
 Nor checks compassion's gen'rous sigh ; 
 His home contentment's smile shall cheer, 
 
 Blest smile no wealth can buy ! 
 
 Snatch fleeting pleasures, Sec. 
 When ^'er intruding gloom prevails, 
 
 And sorrow prompts the starting tear, 
 Kind friendship's smile the cloud dispels, 
 
 And softens ev'ry care. 
 
 Snatch fleeting pleasures, &c. 
 
 For friendship stills affliction's sigh, 
 And smooths misfortune's rugged way, 
 
 To twilight turns the darksome sky, 
 And twilight into day. 
 
 Snatch fleeting pleasures, &c. 
 
 Hail, sacred friendship, heav'nly power ! 
 
 To thee the daily vow shall rise : 
 So blithe shall glide the fleeting hour, 
 
 And lead to brighter skies ! 
 
 Snatch fleeting pleasures, &c. 
 
 SONG Sterne's Maria. 
 
 'TWAS near a thicket's calm retreat, 
 Under a poplar tree, 
 
Waria chose her lonely seat 
 mourn her sorriws i\ 
 Her lovely form was sweet to vie 
 
 As duwn at op'niofr, day ; 
 But ah ! she mourn'd lier love not true, 
 
 And wept her cares away. 
 
 The brook flow'd gently at her feet, 
 
 In murmurs smooth along; 
 Her pipe, which once she tun'd :;o sweet, 
 
 Had now forgot its song. 
 Ko more to charm the vale she tries, 
 
 For grief has filPd her breast; 
 Fled are the joys she us'd to prize, 
 
 And fled with them her rest. 
 
 Poor hapless maid who can behold 
 
 Thy anguish so severe, 
 Or hear thy love-lorn story told, 
 
 Without a pitying tear' 
 JMaria, hapless maid, adieu ! 
 
 Thy sorrows soon must cease ; 
 Soon heaven will take a maid so true. 
 
 To everlasting peace. 
 
 SONG The Tars of Col: 
 
 ng of Columbia the trumpet of Fame, 
 Through the world your actions shall loudly proclaim, 
 See Liberty's genius in triumph arise, 
 Kecording their deeds as she mounts to the skies, 
 Recording their deeds as she mounts to the skies. 
 AVhilst at the hostile shore, where thundering can- 
 nons roar, 
 The notes of each brave tar, each brave tar, shall be, 
 Not tribute ! but glory ! we'll die, or be free 
 
 The brave sons of freedom, who fell in the cause, 
 Supporting our rights, independence and laws ; 
 
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 As the actions of heroes by history are grac'd, 
 First shall Somers, Decatur and Wadsworth be 
 piac'd, &c. 
 
 See Preble exalted ! a monument stand ! 
 Surrounded by heroes, who at his command 
 On Tripoli's tyrant their vengeance have hurl'd, 
 And the deeds of Columbians resound through the 
 world, &c. 
 
 May Washington's genius our country defend, 
 And that charter maintain, which Freedom has penn'd ; 
 But should tyranny dare our rights to invade 
 By our tars, shall the daring attempt be repaid, &t. 
 
 JFI&ZS. 
 

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