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 COLLECTION 
 
 SONGS, 
 
 
 SELECTED FROM THE WORKS OF 
 
 MR. DIBDIN. 
 
 TO WHICH ARE ADDED, 
 THE NEWEST AND MOST FAVOURITE 
 
 AMERICAN PATRIOTIC SONGS, 
 
 Let there be Mufc, Id the Mafter touch 
 
 The fprightly String, andjoftly breathing Flute. 
 
 -- Ev n dge itftlj is cheer d with 
 
 It wakes a glad remembrance of cur youth, 
 
 Ca/is back pajljoy*, andwarrm us into transport I 
 
 If to be merry s to be wife, to be wife is to be merry. 
 
 Rowc. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA : 
 
 PRINTED B Y T . B1ORENFOR H.<p,RICEj 
 AND SOLFBY J. RICE, BALTIMORE. 
 
 1799.
 
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 SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 SONG IN THE WEDDING KING. 
 
 1 SAW what feem d a harmlefs child, 
 
 With wing* and bow, 
 And afpecl mild, 
 Who fobb d, and figh d, and pin d, 
 
 And begg d I would fome boon bellow- 
 On a poor little boy (tone blind. 
 Not aware of the danger, I inflant comply d, 
 
 When h- drew from his quiver a dart , 
 
 Cry d 
 
 My power you fhal! know, 
 T3ien fee levelled his bow, 
 
 And wounded me right in the heart. 
 
 BALLAD TN THE DESERTER, 
 
 THERE was a miller s daughter 
 
 Liv d in a certain village, 
 Who made a mighty (laughter : 
 
 For I d have you to know 
 
 Both friend and foe, 
 
 The clown and the beau, 
 
 She always laid low ; 
 And her portion, as I under/land, 
 Was three acres of land, 
 
 Befides a mill, 
 
 That never flood flill, 
 
 Some flier pjtnd a cow, 
 
 A harrow and plough, 
 And other things for tillage : 
 What d ye think of my miller s daughter ? 
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 L BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 This miller s pretty daughter 
 
 Was a damfel of fuch fame fir, 
 That knights and fquires fought her; 
 
 But they foon were told 
 
 That foinc were too bold, 
 
 And fome too cold, 
 
 And fome too old ; 
 And ihe gave them to underfbnd 
 That, though they were grand, 
 
 She d never be fold : 
 For fays Betty, fays flie, 
 ince my virtue to me 
 
 Is dearer than gold, 
 Let em go from whence they came fir. 
 What d ye think of my miller s daughter? 
 But when the miller s daughter 
 
 Saw Ned. the morr ice- dancer, 
 His perfon quickly caught her j 
 
 For who fo clean 
 
 Upon the green 
 
 As Ned was fccn, 
 
 For her his queen : 
 
 Then blithe as a king, 
 
 His bells he d ring, 
 
 And dance, and Ting, 
 
 Like any thing: 
 
 Says he, * My life, 
 
 Wool be my wife? 
 A bluCh, and yes, was Betty s anfver. 
 What d ye think of my miller s daughter ? 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WATERMAN. 
 
 TWO youths for my love are contending in vain ; 
 
 For, do all they can, 
 Their fuff rings I rally, and laugh at their pain ; 
 
 Which, which is the man 
 
 That defervos me the moft ? Let me afk of my heart ;- 
 Is it Robin, who fniirks, and who drefTes fo fmart ? 
 Or Tom, honeft Tom, who makes plaimicfs his plan ? 
 
 Which, which is the man ? 
 Indeed to be prudent, and do what I ought, 
 
 I tlo what I caa ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Yet fnrcly pap*a and mamma arc in fault ; 
 
 To it different man 
 
 They, each, have advifed me to yield up my heart, 
 M-.iinma praifes Robin, who dreflcs ; o fma-t : 
 Papa honeft Tom, who makes plainnefs his plan : 
 
 Which, which is the man? 
 T?e kind then, my heart, and but point out the youth, 
 
 I ll do what 1 can 
 His love to return, and return it with truth, 
 
 Which, which is the man ? 
 
 Be kind to ray wifhes, and point out, my heart, 
 Is it Robin, who fmirks, and who drefics fo fmart ? 
 Or Tim, honeft Tprn, who makes plaiuncfs his pi in ? 
 
 Which, which is the man ? 
 
 BALLAD IN T JE WATERMAN. 
 
 AND did you not hear of a jolly young waterman, 
 
 Who at Black friar s bridge ufea for to ply ; 
 
 And he fearher d his o/rs with fudi fkili and dexterity, 
 
 Winning each heart, and delighting each eye 
 
 He Ipok d fu neat, and row d fo IteaHily, 
 
 The maidens all flook d in his boat fo readily, 
 
 And lit ey d the young rogues with fo charming an air. 
 
 That this waterman ne er was in want of a iare. 
 
 Wh.-t fights of fine folks he oft row d in his when v, 
 
 T was clean d out fo nice, and f.i paihtta withal ; 
 
 Ke was always ft: ft oafs \vm.n tl>c line city ladies 
 
 In a party to Ranelagh went, or V-"uxhall 
 
 And oftentimes would they be giggling and leering, 
 
 But twas all one to Tom, thjpr jibing and jeering, 
 
 For loving or liking he littrtKlic! care. 
 
 For this waterman ne er was in want of a fare. 
 
 And yet but to fee how flrangely tilings happen, 
 As he row d along, thinking of nothing a t all, 
 He was ply cl jy a flarnjcf fo lovely and charming, 
 That (lie fi :i! d, and fo (traitway in love he did fv.II. 
 And wo i J t ! -.is young damftl but banifh his forrow, 
 He d wed her to-night, before to-rtK^rrow, 
 And how fliould this ua.erman ever know cnre, 
 V\"hcn he s married, arid never in \\?.<:< of a i;:rc.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WATERMAN. 
 
 THEN farewcl my trim-built wherry, 
 
 Oars, aird coat, and badge farewef; 
 Nt vcr niorv: at Chelfea ferry, 
 
 Shall your Thomas take a fpell. 
 Eat to hope and peace a ftrangcr, 
 
 In the battle s heat I ll go, 
 Where expofcd to every danger, 
 
 Some friendly ball may lay rne Is?*: 
 
 Then, may- hap, when homeward fleering, 
 With the news my mefTmates come, 
 
 Even you, the (lory hearing, 
 \Vkh a figh may cry poor Tom ! 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WATERMAN. 
 
 INDEED. MifR, fuch fwecthearts 35 I an, 
 
 I fancy you ll met t with but few, 
 To love you more true I defy them, 
 
 I always am thinking of you, 
 There are maidens would have me in plenty, 
 
 Nell, Cicely, I rifciila, and Sue, 
 But inftead of all thefe were there twenty, 
 
 I never i"hi.uld think but of you. 
 Falfe hearts all your money may fquauder, 
 
 And only have pleafure in view, 
 Ne er from you a moment I ll wander, 
 
 Unlefs to get money for you. 
 The tide, when tis ebbing. and flowing, 
 
 Is not to the moon half fo true, 
 Nor my oars to their time when I m rowing, 
 
 As ray heart, my fond heart is to you. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE COBLER. 
 
 TWAS in a village, near Caftlebury, 
 
 A cobler and l.i: wife did dwell; 
 And for a time ni> two fo merry, 
 Their hapnincfs no tongue can tell,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But to this couple, the neighbours tell us, 
 
 Something did happen that cfuis d n.uch ftrife, 
 
 Tor going to a ndghb ring alehoufe, 
 The man got drunk and beat his wife, 
 
 But though he treated her fo vilely, 
 What did this wife, good creature do? 
 
 Kept i nug, and found a method flily 
 
 To wring his heart quite through and through : 
 
 For Dick the fapfter and his matter, 
 
 By the report that then was rife, 
 Were both in hopes, by this difuik-r, 
 
 To gain the cobler s pretty wife. 
 
 While things vent on to rack and ruin, 
 
 And all their furniture was fold, 
 Sjie feem d to approve what each was doing, 
 And got from each a purfe of gold. 
 
 So when the cohlcr g cares were over, 
 
 He fwore to lead an alter d life, 
 To mind his work, ne er be a rover, 
 
 And love no o(.htr than his wife. 
 
 BALLAD IN THK SKRAGLIO. 
 
 THE world s n ftrruigc world, child, it muit be conftft, 
 
 We ail of diftrefs have our {hare ; 
 But fir.ce I mtift llniggb to live with the reft, 
 
 By my troth tis no great matter where. 
 We all muft put up with what fortune has fcnf, 
 
 Be therefore one * lot poor or rich, 
 So there is but a portion c/f cafe and content, 
 
 By my troth tis no great matter which. 
 
 A living s a living, and fo there s an end ; 
 
 If one honeftly gets jufl enow, 
 And fomtthing to fparr for the w ants of a friend, 
 
 By my troth tis no great matter how. 
 In this world about nothing we Inify d appear ; 
 
 Anu I ve ftid it again and again, 
 Since quit it one muft, if ones confcience be clear, 
 
 By my troth ; tis no great matter whea.
 
 DIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
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 RONDEAU IN THE SERAGLIO. 
 
 Blow high, blow low, let tempefts tear, 
 
 The main mart by the board ; 
 My heart, with thoughts of thee, my dear, 
 
 And love well.ftor d, 
 Shall brave all danger, fcorn all fear, 
 
 The roaring winds, the raging fea, 
 In hopes on fhrrc 
 To be (nice more 
 
 Safe moor d with thee. 
 Aloft wh Ie mountains high we go, 
 
 The whirling winds that feud along, 
 And the furge roaring from below, 
 
 Shall my fignal be- 
 
 To think on thee 
 
 And this fhall be my fong. 
 
 Blow high, blow low, iScc. 
 And on that night when all the crew 
 
 The mem ry of their firmer lives, 
 O er flowing cans of flip renew. 
 
 And drink their fwetthfarts and their wives, 
 I ll heave a figh, and think on hec; 
 And, as the fhip rol s through the fea, 
 The burthen of my fong fliall be 
 
 Blow high, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE SERAGLIO. 
 
 THE little birds, as well as you, 
 
 I ve mark VI with anxious cire. 
 How free their pleafnrcs they purfue, 
 
 How void of every care. 
 But birds of various kinds you ll meet, 
 
 Some conllant n> their loves : 
 Are chatt ringfiMrrows half fo fweet 
 
 As ten-ler cooing doves ? 
 Birds have thdr pr x e, like human kind, 
 
 Some on their notes prefume,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Scree on their form, and lome you ll find 
 
 Fond of a gaudy plume. 
 Some love a hi.ndrcd; fome you ll meet 
 
 Still conftant to their loves; 
 Are chait ring fparrows hali fo fwcct 
 
 As tender, cooing doves? 
 
 SONG IN POOR VULCAN. 
 
 VENUS now no more behold me, 
 
 But an humble vi lage <aiiie, 
 Coarfe and homely trappings fold me, 
 
 And Miftrefs Maudlin is my name. 
 Yet here no le(s is paid that duty 
 
 Ever due to Venus s worth, 
 Not more infenfible of beauty 
 
 Than gods in heaven, are men on earth. 
 
 BALLAD IN POOR VULCAN. 
 
 THAT nature s every where the fame, 
 Each paflmcv day discovers; 
 For that in me 
 Sooie charms they fee, 
 Beho d me, though a country dame, 
 
 Leading a crowd of lovers. 
 
 My fporting fqu re to keep at bay 
 
 The courfe I ll double over, 
 
 Whilft he, intent 
 
 On a wrong fcent, 
 
 Sh ill always find me ftole away 
 
 When he cries Hark to cover. 
 "With new-coin d oaths, my grenadier 
 May think to ftorm and blufter, 
 And fwcar by Mars, 
 My eyes are fla r ", 
 That light to love = hr !l f--">n fi ul here 
 
 Such Ouff will ne er paH mutter. 
 Thus will I ferve thofe I diftrufl, 
 Firil laugh dt, then refufe em;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But, ah ! not fo 
 My ihepberd Joe ? 
 He like Adonis look d, when firft 
 I prefs d him to my bofom. 
 
 BALLAD IN POOR VULCAN. 
 
 THE moment Aurora pert> d into my room, 
 I put on my closths, and I call d to my groom ; 
 And, my head heavy (till, from the fumes of laft niglif, 
 1 ook a bumper of brandy to fet all things right ; 
 And now were well f addled Fleet, Dapple, and Cray, 
 Who feem d longing to hear the glad found hark away. 
 
 Will WhifHe by thii- had uncoupled his hounds, 
 Whofe extacy noth. n./ couid keep vithin bounds; 
 Firfl forward cr.me "fowler, then Scentweil, then Snare, 
 Three better (launch harriers ne er flarted hare; 
 Then Sweetlips, then Driver, then Staunch, and then Tray, 
 All ready to open at hark, hark away. 
 
 Twsu now by the clock about five in the morn, 
 And we all gallop d oif io the found of the horn j 
 Jack Gater, Li!! Ij:tbicr, and Dick at the gun, 
 And by this t;n;e the merry Tom Fairp ay made one,. 
 Who, while we were jogging on blithfome and gay, 
 Sung a fong, and the chorus was Hark, halk away. 
 
 And now Jemmy Lurcher had every bulh beat, 
 And no figr.? of madam, nor trace of her feet ; 
 Nay, we juft had began our hard fortunes to curfe, 
 When a 1 of a fuddtn out darts miftrefs Ful* ; 
 Men, horfes, and doge all the glad call obey, 
 And echo was heard to cry Hark, hark away. 
 
 The chafe was a fine one, flic took o er the plain, 
 Which fr.t doubled, and doubled, and doubled again; 
 Till at lail (lie to cov< rrcturn d out of breath, 
 Where 1 r.nd Will Whiftle were in at the death; 
 Then in triumph tor you I the hare did difplay, 
 And cry d, to the horns my boys, hark, ha^k awaji 
 
 BALLAD IN POOR VULCAN. 
 
 iK all ye gem mcn volunteers, 
 Of glory who would ihare,
 
 SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And leaving with your wives your fears, 
 
 To the drum head repair ; 
 Or to the noble ferjeant Pike, 
 
 Come, come, without delay, 
 
 You ll enter into prefent p< .)~, 
 My lads the bargain ftrike. 
 A golden guinea and a crown, 
 Betides the Lord knows what renown, 
 
 His majefly the donor, 
 And if you die, 
 Whv then you He 
 
 Stretch d on the bed of honor. 
 Does any prentice work too hard, 
 
 Fine cloaths would any wtar, 
 Would any one his wife difcard, 
 
 To the drum head repair. 
 
 Or to the, &c. 
 Is your eftats put out to nurfe, 
 
 Are you a cart-off heir, 
 Have you no money in your purfe, 
 
 To the drum head repair. 
 Or to the, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN POOR VULCAW. 
 
 COME, every man now give his toaft, 
 
 Fill, up the glafs, I ll tell you mine, 
 "Wire is the miftrefs I love moft, 
 
 This is my toaft now give me thine. 
 Well faid my lad, ne er let it ftand, 
 
 I give myChioc, nymph divine, 
 My love and wine go hand in hand ; 
 
 This is my toaft now give me thine. 
 Fill up your glaffes to the brink, 
 
 Hebe let no one dare iecline, 
 Twas Hebe taught me firlt to drink: 
 
 1 his is my teafl now give me thiue 
 Gem men 1 give my wife, d ye fee; 
 
 May all to make her bleft combine> 
 So fl e be far enough f.om me ; 
 
 This is my toad, now give me thiaci
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED so.vcs, 
 
 Let confbnt lovers at the feet 
 
 Of pa!c-fac d -.venchcs figh and pine, 
 lor me the fir ft kind girl I meet 
 
 Shall be my toaft now give me thine, 
 You toaft your wife, and you your !af, 
 
 My hoys, and welcome; here s the wine, 
 For my part, he who fills my glafs 
 
 Shall be my toaft now give me thine. 
 Spirit, my lads, and toaft away, 
 
 I have ftili one witk yours to join ; 
 That we may have enough to pay : 
 
 This is my toaft now give me thine* 
 
 BALLAD IN POOR VULCATT. 
 
 MADAM, you know mv trade is war, 
 Ad \vh: j .t mould 1 deny it fur? 
 Whene er the trumpet founds from far, 
 
 I lo:.-gro hack and hew; 
 Yet i.Vuiun credit v/Iiat I fay, 
 Were 1 this moment cal ! d away, 
 
 tlr i\vn ii array, 
 I d r..:hcr .i*.y wi ii you. 
 
 Did drun-. and fprightly trumpets found, 
 D" Death ain] L arnige ft^ik aronad. 
 
 Uid dving ho fcs bite the ground, 
 
 Had we no hope in view; 
 Were the whole army luf^in fmoke, 
 Were they the 1*11 words that I fpokc, 
 I d fay, and dam me it I,joke t 
 
 I d rather flay with you. 
 Did the foe charge us front and rear, 
 Did e en the bravtft face appear 
 Imprefs d with fins of mortal fear, 
 
 ThfcUirh ne(, - cr veteran knew 
 So terrible and hot a l <-ht, 
 Though all my laureU it fhould blight, 
 Though I fhould loofe fo fiue a fight, 
 
 I d rather ftay with you.
 
 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 DUET. 
 
 JOE. 
 
 WHEN Serjeant Belfvvagger, that mafculine brute, 
 One day had been drinking, to fwear a recruit, 
 He kifs d you, I faw him, or e!fc may I die, 
 And you cruel Maudlin, ne er once cry d O fie ! 
 Again, when the fquire had come home from the chafe, 
 You receiv d him, O Gods, with a frnihe on your face, 
 Henceforth, then, my fheep hanim fkarum may run, 
 For Maudlin is faithlefs, and I am undone. 
 
 MAUBI.IK. 
 
 Ah, Joe! you re a good one; one day in my place 
 My hufband at home I was forced to fend Grace : 
 I know for a truth, which you cannot gainfay, 
 You touzlcd her well on a cock of new hay. 
 Nay, fwore you d be hers and, what is woife yet, 
 That you only lov d me jnft for what you cnuld get; 
 As for charms then I ne er will believe 1 have one," 
 For Joey is faithlefs, and I am undone. 
 
 JOE. 
 
 Will you know then the truth on t ? I touz d her 1 own, 
 Though I rather ny half would have left it alone; 
 But I did it to fee if you jealous would prove, 
 For that, people fay, is a fure llgn of love. 
 
 MAUDLIN. 
 
 And for me, if the fquire faid foft things in my ear, 
 I iuffer d it, thinking he d call for ftrong beer; 
 AIK! as to the ferjeant, tis always a rule, 
 One had better be kifs d, than be tcaz d by a fool. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE QUAKER. 
 
 I LOCK D up all my trcafure, 
 
 I journied many a mile, 
 And by my grief did meafure 
 
 Tlie paiTujg time the wkile.
 
 12 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 My bnHnefs done and over, 
 I hafien d back back amain, 
 
 Like an expecting lover, 
 To view it once again. 
 
 But this delight w.-.s ftiflcd, 
 
 As it began to dawn : 
 I found the cafket rifled, 
 
 And all my treafure gone. 
 
 SONG IN THE QVAKER. 
 
 WOMFN are Will o th Wifps tis pVn, 
 The clofer they fccn, ftlil the more they retire; 
 They teaze you, ant jade you, 
 And round ahout lead you, 
 Without hope* of fl.elter, 
 Ding dong, heJter fkelter, 
 Through water and fire; 
 
 And, when you believe every danger and pain 
 
 From your heart you may banifh, 
 And you re near the poflVffion of what you f cfircj 
 
 That inftant they vanidi, 
 And the devil a bit can you catch them again. 
 
 By fome they re not badly compared to fhe fei, 
 Which is ca m and tempeftuous within the fame hour, 
 
 So "e fay they arc Sirens, but, take it from me, 
 They re a fweet race of angels o er man that h; .* pow r, 
 
 His perfon, his heart, nay (fis icafon to tVi/c, 
 
 And kad the poor devil wherever they pleafe. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE QUAKER.. 
 
 A Kernel from an angle s core 
 One day on either cheek I wore, 
 J.nhin was plac ci (.11 inv r ghl cheek, 
 That on my lft did liydge beiptak-
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Hodge in an inftant clropt to ground, 
 Sure token that his love s unbound, 
 But Lubin nothing could remove, 
 Sure token his is conftant love. 
 Lift May I fought to find n fna.il, 
 That might my lover s n^me revea?, 
 Which finding, home I quickJy fped 
 And on the hearth the embers fpread; 
 When, if my letters I can tc", 
 I fa\v it mark a curious L : 
 O may this omen iucky prove, 
 For L s for Lubin and for love. 
 
 RONDEAU IN THE QUAKER. 
 
 WHILE the lads of the village (hall merrily ah, 
 
 Sound their tabors, I ll hand thcc alon^, 
 And I fay unto flue, that merrily ah, 
 
 ] hou and I will be firft in the throng. 
 Jurt then, when the youth who lafl rear won the dow r, 
 
 And hi c mate fliall the fports have begun, 
 \Vhen the <jay voice of gla< ncfs.rcfounds from each bow r, 
 
 And then long ft in thy heart to make one, 
 
 V/hile the hid?, &c. 
 Tho e joys that are hai ii lcfs what mortal can b amc ? 
 
 Tis my it axim that youth fnould be free; 
 And to prove that my words and my deeds arc the fame, 
 
 Believe thou fha t preftntly fee, 
 While the IHU ., &ic. 
 
 BALLAD IN ROSE AND COLIN. 
 
 I loft my poor mother 
 When only a child, 
 
 And I fear d fuch another, 
 So gentle and mil , 
 
 Was not to be found -. 
 B
 
 14 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But I faw my miftake, 
 1 or fcarce was flie gone, 
 
 But I prftv d I had mother and father in one : 
 And though at this minute he makes iry heart ack, 
 There s not i uch another fearch all the world round. 
 
 I d reach d my teens fairly, 
 
 As blithe as a bee, 
 His care, late and early, 
 Being all to pleife me : 
 No one thing above ground 
 Was too good for his Rofe j 
 At wake, or at fair, 
 
 I was dreft out fo gaily, lord, people would ftare, 
 And I fay it again, though he s pcevtfh, God knows, 
 There s net fuch another, fearch all the world round, 
 
 But love, who, they tell us, 
 
 Dots many Orange tilings, 
 
 Makes a.11 the world jealous, 
 
 And mad even kings 
 They fay he can wound. 
 This love is the fore : 
 tJincc Uolin came here, 
 This father fo kind is a father fevcrc ; 
 Yet ftill will I lay, though he fcolds more and rrmre, 
 There s not fuch another, fearch all the world round. 
 
 BALLAD IN ROSE AND COLIN. 
 
 HERE s :\11 her geer, her wheel, her work ; 
 
 Thefe little bobbins to and fro, 
 How oft I ve fteu her fingers jerk, 
 
 tl-.r pretty lingers, white as Inow. 
 fa -:h object to me is fo clear, 
 
 My heart at fight on t throbbings goes; 
 Twas he-re fhe fat her down, and here 
 
 she told me fhe was Colin s Rofe, 
 
 This poefy for her when fhe s drefs d, 
 
 I ve brought, alas! how happy I, 
 CouK! I be, like thefc flowers, carcfs d, 
 
 And, like them, on her btiom die.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 15 
 
 The violet and pink [ t -. >!:, 
 
 And every pretty flower that blows; 
 The role too, hut Low mean twill look 
 
 When by the fide of my uvtet Rofe. 
 
 BALLAD IN ROSE AND 
 
 There \ras a jolly fhepherd lad, 
 
 .And Colin was his name, 
 And ?11 unknown to her old dad, 
 
 He fometimes to fee Peggy came 
 
 The object of his flame. 
 nc day of his abfence too fecure. 
 
 Her f.ither thauder d at the door, 
 When, fearing of his frown. 
 
 Says fne, dear love the chimney climb ; 
 
 1 can t, cries he, there is not time 
 Belides, I fhould tumble down. 
 
 What could they do, ta en unawares ? 
 
 They thought, and thought again; 
 In clofets underneath the flairs 
 
 To hide himfeif twere all in vain, 
 
 He d foon be found, twere plain : 
 Get up the chimney, love yo muft, 
 Cry d flie, or elfe the door he ll burfr, 
 
 I would not for a erown ; 
 Young Colin feeing but this fhifr, 
 E en mounted uo Ptg lent a lift, 
 
 And cry d, don t tumble down. 
 
 With throbbing heart, now to the door, 
 
 Poor Peggy runs in hafle ; 
 Tliinking to trick her father fure; 
 
 But hade, the proverb fays, makes wafte, 
 
 Which proverb s here well plac d. 
 Her father fcolded her his heft, 
 Call d names, and faid, among the rcfl, 
 
 Pray have you feen that clown ? 
 She fcarce had time to anfwer no, 
 When all over black as a crow, 
 
 Poor Colin tumbled down.
 
 16 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD - IN ROSE AND COLIN. 
 
 EXCUSE me, pray ye do, dear neighbour, 
 
 But P.ofc, y ti know, and I 
 Have oft partook one fbort or labour, 
 
 While you hive pleas rl flood by. 
 And fince from little children playing 
 
 You ve kindly called me fon, 
 I thought to Rofe I might be faying 
 
 Good day, and no harm done. 
 When you and father gravely counted, 
 
 One morning in the barn, 
 To how much in a day it mounted 
 
 That both of us could earn, 
 Since then you down the law were laying, 
 
 And calling me your fon, 
 I thought to Rofe I might be faying 
 
 Good day, and no harm done. 
 
 BALLAD - IN ANNETTE AND L17B1N, 
 
 YOUNG, and void of art or guile, 
 
 From ill intention free, 
 If love I ve cherifh d all this while, 
 
 It came in fptght of me. 
 When you ve to me. and I ve to you, 
 
 Try d who could kindcft prove, 
 If that was love what then to do 
 
 To fly from this fame love ? 
 When abfent from you I have monrn d, 
 
 And thought each hour a fcore ; 
 When on a fuddcn you returned, 
 
 I ve thrill d with jcy all o er ; 
 They fay twas love I thought twas you 
 
 H.i 1 made my heart thus move ; 
 Ala* what can a poor girl do, 
 
 To fly from this fame love ? 
 To ei eiy thing that you can r.fk, 
 
 What iliould I fay but yes ?
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 17 
 
 If is becaufe I like the taflc, 
 
 I freely grant each kifs. 
 You re all to me I m all to you 
 
 This truth our deaths would prove, 
 Were we to part : What then to do 
 
 To fly from this fame love ? 
 
 DUET IN ANNETTE AND LUEIX. 
 
 BAILIFF. 
 
 THEY tell me you liften to all that he fays ; 
 That each hour of the clay you are full of his praife ; 
 That you always together your flocks lead to graze : 
 Is this true damiel ? 
 
 ANNETTE, 
 
 Yes, Mifter Bailly. 
 
 BAILIFF. 
 
 They tell me alfo you are fo void of grace 
 As to brag that dear form, and that dear pretty face, 
 That young dog fliall be welcome to kifs and embrace : 
 Is this true damfcl ? 
 
 ANXETTE, 
 
 Yes, Mifter Bailly^ 
 
 BAILIFF. 
 
 The neighbours all fay, though I credit them not, 
 They have heard you declare that, content with your lot. 
 Any king you d refufe for that lout and a cot : 
 Is this true damfcl ? 
 
 ANNETTE. 
 
 Yes, Mifter Bailly. 
 
 BAILIFF. 
 
 But one thing T vow frights me out of my life, 
 Tis allow d on all hands, that is, barring the ftrife, 
 That you both live together juft like man and wife : 
 Is this true damfcl ? 
 
 ANNETTE, 
 
 Ye?, Mifter Bailly.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
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 DUET IN ANNETTE AND LUBIN. 
 
 LUBIN. 
 
 Tis true that oft, in the fame mead, 
 We both have led our flocks to feed, 
 "Where by each other s fide we ve fat; 
 
 ANNETTE. 
 Alas ! there was no harm in that, 
 
 LUBIN. 
 
 Tis true for thee this cot I rofe, 
 Where thou tak ft pleafure to repofe 
 For which I found the greeneft plat : 
 
 ANNETTE. 
 
 Alas ! there was no harm in that. 
 
 LUBINT. 
 
 Tis true when tired thou fain would ft reft, 
 And thy dear lips to mine I ve prefs d, 
 Thy breath, fo fweet ! I ve wonder d at : 
 
 ANNETTF. 
 Alas ! there was no harm in that. 
 
 LUBIN. 
 
 Ah, but tis true, when thou haft flept, 
 Clofer and clofer have I crept ; 
 And while my heart went pit-a-pat 
 
 ANNETTE. 
 Alas ! there was no harm in that. 
 
 BALLAD - IN ANNETTE AND LUBIN. 
 
 A PLAGUE take all fuch grumbling elves, 
 
 If they will tail, fo be it ; 
 Beeaufe we re hap-Mer than thcinftlves, 
 
 They can t endure to fee it. 
 For me, I never fhall repine, 
 
 Let whate er fate o ertakeus; 
 For love and Annette fliall be mine, 
 
 Though all the wcrld forfake us.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Then, dear Annette, regard them not, 
 
 The hours fliall pafs on gaily, 
 In fpite of every fnare and plot 
 
 Of that old doating Dailly. 
 
 No, never, Annette, thou lt repine, 
 
 Let whate er fate o ertake us ; 
 For love and Lubin fliall be thine, 
 
 Though all the world forfake us. 
 
 BALLAD IN ANNETTE AND LUBIN. 
 
 MY Lord, and pleafe you, he and I, 
 
 Morn, noon, and night, in every weather, 
 From little children, not this high, 
 
 In the fame cottage liv d together. 
 Our parents left me to his care, 
 
 Saying, let no one put upon her : 
 No, that 1 won t," fays lie, 1 fwear; 
 
 And he ne er lies, and like your honour. 
 As I was faying, we grew up, 
 
 For all the world fift?r and .brother, 
 One never had nor bit *or fup, 
 
 Uiilefs it was partook by t other: 
 And I am fure, inftcad cf me, 
 
 Were it a ducheii., he had won her; 
 He is fo good, and I ve, d ye fee, 
 
 A tender heart, ank like your honour, 
 But, woe is ours, now comes the worfl, 
 
 To-day our forrows are beginning, 
 Whqt I t hought love oh, I fhali burft 
 
 That nafty Bailly fays was finning. 
 With Lutiin, who, of all the blifs 
 
 I ever tafled is the donor, 
 I took delight to toy and kifs, 
 
 Till I m with child, and like your honour. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE CHELSEA PENSIONED. 
 
 DP OTHER foldiers why caft down ? 
 Never, boys, be melancholy :
 
 2o DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 You fay our lives are not our own, 
 But therefore fliould we not be jolly ? 
 
 7 This poor tenement, at beft, 
 
 Depends on fickle chance . mean while, 
 Drink, laugh, and fing ; and, for the reft, 
 
 We ll boldly brave each rude campaign ; 
 
 Secure, if we return again, 
 
 Our pretty landlady fliall fmile. 
 Fortune his life and yours commands, 
 
 And this moment, fliould it pleafe her 
 To require it at your hands, 
 
 You can but die, and fo did Casfar. 
 Our fpan, though long, were little worth, 
 
 Difi we not time with joy beguile : 
 Laugh then the -while you flay on earth, 
 
 And boldly brave, &c. 
 
 Life s a debt we all muft pay, 
 
 Tis fo much pleafure, which we borrow, 
 Nor need, if on a diflant day 
 
 It is demanded, or to-morrow. 
 The bottle fays we re tardy grown, 
 
 Do not the time arid liquor fpoil, 
 Laugh out the little life <Ai own, 
 
 And boldly brave., &c". 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE CHELSEA PENSIONED 
 
 SING the loves of John and Jean, 
 
 Sing the loves of Jean and John ; 
 John, for her, would leave a queen, 
 Jean, for him, the nobleltdon. 
 She s his queen, 
 
 He s her don ; 
 John loves Jean, 
 
 And Jean loves John. 
 Whate cr rejoices happy Jean, 
 
 Is fure to burfl the fides of John, 
 Does flie, for grief, look thin and lea, 
 He initantly is pale and waa : 
 Thin and lean, 
 Pale and wan, 
 John loves Jean. 
 And Jean loves Jehu-
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 21 
 
 Twas the lily hand of Jean 
 
 Fill d the glafs of happy John ; 
 And, heavens ! how joyful was flie feen 
 When lie was for a licenfc gone ! 
 Joyful feen, 
 
 They ll dance anon, 
 For John weds Jean, 
 
 And Jean weds John. 
 John has ta en to wife his Jean, 
 Jean s become the fpoufe of Joho, 
 She no longer is his queen, 
 He no longer is her don- 
 No more queen, 
 No more don ; 
 
 John hates Jean, 
 
 And Jean hates John. 
 
 Whatever tis that pleafes Jean, 
 
 Is certain now to difpleafe John; 
 With fcolding they re grown thin and lean, 
 With fpleen and fpite they re pale and wan, 
 
 Thin and lean, 
 Pale and wan, 
 
 John 1 ates Jean, 
 And Jean hates John, 
 John prays heaven to take his Jean, 
 
 Jean at the devil wifhes John; 
 He ll dancing on her grave be feen, 
 
 fche ll laugh when lie is dead and gone. 
 They ll gay be feen, 
 
 Dead and gone. 
 For John hates Jean, 
 And Jane hates John. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE CHELSEA PENSIONER. 
 
 WHEN.thou flialt fee his bofom {welling, 
 When foft companion s tear ihall ftart, 
 
 As my poor father s woes thou rt telling, 
 Come hack and claim my hand and heart. 
 
 The caufe bleft eloquence will lend thee; 
 
 Nay, hafte, and eafe my foul s diflrefs; 
 To judge thy worth, 1 il here attend thee, 
 
 And rate thy love by thy lucecfs.
 
 22 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
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 BALLAD IN THE CHELSEA !PENSIONR. 
 
 TWAS not her eyes, though orient mines 
 
 Can boaft no gem fo bright that glows; 
 Her lips, where the deep ruby lliineri, 
 
 Her cheeks, that fhame the blufliing roi e, 
 Nor yet her form, Minerva ? mien. 
 
 Her bofoin, white as Venus dove, 
 That made her my affection s queen, 
 
 But twas alone her filial love. 
 The ruby lip, the brilliant eye, 
 
 The rofy cheek, the graceful form, 
 In turn for commendation vie, 
 
 And juftly the fir d lover charm : 
 But tranfient thefe the charm for life, 
 
 Which rcafon ne er fliall difapprove, 
 Which truly fliall enfure a wife, 
 
 Faithful and kind, is filial love. 
 
 SONG IN THE CHELSEA PENS10NSR. 
 
 LET your courage boy be true t ye, 
 Hard and painful is the foldier s duty; 
 "Fis not alone to bravely dare, 
 To fear a ftrangei, 
 Each threat ning danger, 
 That whi files through the dufky air; 
 Where thund ring jar 
 Conflicting arms, 
 All the alarms, 
 
 And dreadful havock of the war. 
 Your duty done, and home returning, 
 With felf-commcnded ardour burning, 
 If this right pride 
 Fees fhould deride, 
 And from your merit turn afide, 
 Though than the war the conflicTs more feverc, 
 This is the trial you muft learn to bear.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE FRIENDLY TARS. 
 
 WHILE up he fhrouds tke failor goes, 
 
 Or ventures on the yard, 
 The landf man, who no better knows, 
 
 Believe? his lot is hard. 
 But Jack with fmiles each danger meets, 
 
 Carts anchor, heaves the log, 
 Trims all the fails, belays tke flieets, 
 . And drinks hi* can of grog, 
 When mountians high tlie waves that fwell 
 
 The veffel rudely bear, 
 Now finking in the hollow del!, 
 
 Now quiv ring in ttie air. 
 Bold Jack, &c. 
 
 When waves gainft rocks and quickfands roar 
 
 You ne er hear him repine, 
 Freezing near Greenland s icy fliore, 
 
 Or burning near the line. 
 
 Bold Jack, &c. 
 If to engage they give the word, 
 
 To quarters all repair, 
 While fplinter d mafts go by the board, 
 
 And fhot ring through the air, 
 Bold Jack, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE FRIENDLY TAR.S. 
 
 I SAII. D in the good fhip the Kitty, 
 
 With a fmart blowing gale and rough fea, 
 Left my Polly, the lads tall fo pretty, 
 
 Siife Lcre at an anchor, Yo Yea. 
 She blubber s fait tears when we parted, 
 
 And cry d now be conttant to me ; 
 1 tol 1 her not to be down hearted, 
 
 60 up went the anchor, Yo Yea. 
 And from that time no worfe nor no better, 
 
 I ve thought on juft nothing but (lie ; 
 Nor could grog nor flip make me forget her, 
 
 She s my belt bwer anchor, Yo Yea.
 
 24 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 When the wind whittled larboard and (larboard, 
 
 And the ftorm came on weather and lee, 
 The hope I with her fhould be harbour d 
 
 \Vas my cable and anchor, Yo Yea. 
 And yet, my boys, would you believe me, 
 
 I returned with no rhino from fea, 
 Miftrefs Polly would never receive me, 
 
 So again I heav d anchor, Yo Yea. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE FRIENDLY TARS. 
 
 IF tis love to wifli you near, 
 
 To tremble when the wind I hear, 
 
 Becaufe at fea you floating rove : 
 
 If of you to dream at night, 
 
 To languifh when you re out of fight, 
 
 If this be leaving then I love. 
 
 If, when you re gone, to count each hour, 
 
 To afk of every tender power 
 
 That you may kind and faithful prove; 
 
 If void of faifliood and deceit, 
 
 I feel a pleafure now we meet, 
 
 If this be loving then I love. 
 
 To wifh your fortune to partake, 
 
 Determin d never to forfake, 
 
 Though low in poverty we (trove ; 
 
 If, fo that me your wife you d call, 
 
 I offer you my little ail ; 
 
 If this be loving then I love. 
 
 BALDAD IN THE FRIENDLY TARS. 
 
 Yet though I ve BO fortune to offer, 
 I ve fomething to put on a par ; 
 
 Come then, and accept of my proffer, 
 Tis the kind honeft heart of a tar. 
 
 Ne er let fuch a trifle as thi> is, 
 Girls, be to my pleafure a bar, 
 
 You ll be rich, though tis only in kifies, 
 With the kind honeft heart of a tar.
 
 25 
 
 Bclides, I am none of your ninnies ; 
 
 The next time 1 conic from afar 
 I ll give you your lao full of guineas, 
 
 With the kind, honeft heart of a tar. 
 Your lords, with fuel) fine baby faces, 
 
 That ftrut in a garter and ftar, 
 Have they, under their tambour and laces, 
 
 The kind, honeft heart of a lar. 
 I ve this here to fay, now, and mind it, 
 
 If love, that no hazard can mar, 
 You are feeking, you ll certainly find it 
 
 In the kind honed heart of a tar. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE OLD WOMAN OF EIGHTY. 
 
 Come here ye rich, come here ye great, 
 
 Come here ye grave, come here ye gay, 
 Behold our bleft, though humble fate. 
 
 Who, while the fun fhines, make our hay. 
 The gay plum d lady, with her fhte, 
 
 Would flic in courts a moment ftay. 
 Could flie but guefs our happy fate, 
 
 Who, while the inn Ihines, make our hay. 
 N^fure we love, and art we hate, 
 
 And, blithe and cheerful as the day, 
 We ung, and bk-fs our humble fate, 
 
 And, while the fun fhines, make our hay. 
 H(/dfre goe a courting to his mate, 
 
 Who ne er coquets, nor fsys hin> nay, 
 But fliares content, an humble fate, 
 
 And, while the fun ihincs, they make hay. 
 The captain puts on board his freight, 
 
 And cuts through waves his dangerous way, 
 But we enjoy a gentler fate, 
 
 And, while the fun Ihines, make our hay. 
 See Hodge, and Dick, and Nell, and Kate, 
 
 In the green meadow fnfk and play, 
 And own that happy is our fate, 
 
 Who, whi>e the fun fiiints, make our hay. 
 Came then, and quit each gliit ring bait, 
 
 Simplicity lhail point the way 
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 2.6 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 To u, who blefs our humble i^.te, 
 
 And, while the fun Chines, make our hay. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE OLD WOMAN OF EIGHTY. 
 
 HOW kind and how good of his dear majt-flvi 
 
 In the midfl of his matters fo weight v, 
 To think of fo lowly a creature as me, 
 
 A poor old woman of eighty. 
 Were your fparks to come round me, in love with each charm , 
 
 Says I, I have nothing to fay t ye ; 
 I can get a young fellow to keep my back warm, 
 
 Though a poor old woman of eighty. 
 John Strong is as comely a lad as you ll fee, 
 
 And one that will never fay n.iy t ye; 
 I cannot but think what a comfort he ll be 
 
 To me, an old woman of eighty. 
 Then fear not, ye fair ones, though long part your youth, 
 
 You ll have lovers in fcores beg and pray t ye, 
 Only think of my fortune, who have but one tooth, 
 
 A poor old woman of eighty. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE TOUCHSTONE. 
 
 PARENTS may fairly thank thnnfelves, 
 
 Should love our duty maP.cr, 
 Checking his power, the fenfelcfs elves 
 
 But tie the knot the fatter. 
 To tri .k fuch dotard-, weak and vjunj 
 
 I- d .tv ,uul ,ilh- : -i.r,rc, 
 \Vl.Hft lovr, and ali his plcafing train, 
 
 To fly vsie diibbtdience. 
 At fi-klc fancy, or caprice, 
 
 Or headlong "whitp, advift/:, 
 Children, am! all ith . I ^,i.x !A-ace, 
 
 IfL-c- TPI t!i" I a^riiicc- : 
 Then trii-k t utfc d.- -.r: .-. v/.-ik .UK", v ii 
 Ti:; tlnty in ! ;vi . .n.-.nce ; 
 
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 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 27 
 
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 SONG IN THE TOUCHSTONE. 
 
 THIS life is like a troubled lea, 
 Where, helm a-weather or a-lee, 
 The fhip will neither (lay nor wear, 
 Eut drives, of every rock in fear ; 
 AllfeamanChip in vain we try, 
 We cannot keep her fhadily, 
 But, juft as fortune s wind may blow, 
 The vclTel s tofticated to and Vro ; 
 Yet, come but love on board, 
 Our hearts with pleafure flor d, 
 No I term can overwhelm, 
 
 Stiil blows in vaia 
 
 Tht hurricane, 
 While he is at the helm. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE TOUCHSTONE. 
 
 MY name s Ted Blarney, I ll be bound, 
 And man and boy, upon this ground, 
 1 ull twenty years I ve beat my round, 
 
 Crying Vauxhall watch: 
 And as that time s a litt c fliort, 
 With fomefmall folks that here rcforr, 
 To be fure I have not had fomc fnoi t, 
 
 Crying Vauxhall. watch. 
 Oh of pretty wenches ilrefl fo tight, 
 And macaronics what a light, 
 Of a moonlight marn I ve bid good night, 
 
 Crying Vauxhall watch. 
 The lover cries no foul will fee, 
 You are deceived my love, cries {he, 
 Dare s that irilh taef there meaning me- 
 
 Crying Vauxhall watch. 
 Sr> tiiey goes on with their amorous talk, 
 Till they gently deals to the dark walk, 
 While 1 fteps afide, no fport to balk, 
 
 Crying Vauxhall watch, 
 
 Oh of pretty wenches, &c.
 
 DIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WIVES REVENGE. 
 
 CURTIS was old Hodgt s wife, 
 1 or virtue none was ever Inch, 
 She led fo pure, ib Jjaite a life, 
 Hodge faid twas vartue ov<;r much : 
 Fur lays fly old Hodge, fays he, 
 Great talkers do the leaft d ye fee. 
 
 Curtis faid if men were rude 
 She d Irratch their eyes out, tear their hair ; 
 Cry d Hodge, I believe thou rt wond rous good, 
 However, et us nothing fwear. 
 
 For fays, &c. 
 
 One night fhe dreamt a drunken fool 
 Be rude with her in fpight would fain ; 
 She makes no more, but, with joint ftool, 
 Falls on her hufband might and main. 
 
 Still fays, &c. 
 
 By that time fhe had broke his nofe, 
 Hodge made fliif: to wake his wife ; 
 Dear Hodge, faid fhe, judge by thefe blows, 
 1 prize my vartue as my life. 
 
 Still fajs, &c. 
 
 I dreamt a rude man on me fell ; 
 However I his projeA rnarr d .- 
 Dear wife, cried Hodge, tis mighty we!!, 
 But next time don t hit quite ib hard. 
 
 For fays, &c. 
 
 At break of day Hodge crofs d a flile, 
 Nt -.r to a tield of new-mown hay, 
 And law, and curft his ftars the while, 
 Curtis and Mumps in am rousplay- 
 V. .tr iu I right, lays Hodc, fays he, 
 Great talkers do the leal* d ye fee. 
 
 GLEE IN THE WIVES REVENGE. 
 
 YOUNG Paris was bleft juft as I am this hour, 
 When proud Juno cffcr d him riches and power, 
 \Vhen Itately Minerva of war talk d and arms, 
 When Venus beam d on him a fmile full of charms.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 29 
 
 Venus charms gain d the prize, what an idiot was he ! 
 The apple of gold I d have parted in three ; 
 And, contenting them all by this witty device, 
 Given juno, and Pallas, and Venus a flice. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE ALPS, 
 
 WHEN jealous out of feafon, 
 
 "When deaf and blind to reafon, 
 Of truth we ve no belief; 
 
 With rage we re overflowing, 
 
 Nor why, nor wherefore knowing, 
 And the heart goes throb with griei . 
 
 But when the fit is over, 
 
 And kindncfs from the lover 
 Does every doubt deftroy, 
 
 Away fly thoughts alarming, 
 
 Each obieiTl appears charming, 
 And the heart goes throb with joy. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE ALP*. 
 
 BY love and fortune guided, 
 
 I quit the bufy town ; 
 With cot and fneep provided, 
 
 And veftments of a clown, 
 Thus have I barter d riches 
 
 For a fhepherd s little ftock ; 
 A crook to leap o er ditches, 
 
 And well to climb each rock: 
 A faithful dog, my fteps to guide, 
 
 A fcri[i and hautboy by my fide, 
 And my horn, to give the alarm, 
 When wolves would harm 
 
 My flock. 
 Ah, fay then, who can blame me? 
 
 For beauty tis I roam ; 
 But, if the chafe fhould tame me, 
 
 Perhaps I may come home, 
 
 Till then I ll give up riches, &c. 
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 JO DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 BALLAD IN THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE ALPS. 
 
 THE rifing fun Lyfandcr found, 
 
 Shedding tears o er Phillis tomb, 
 Who fwore he ne er would leave the ground, 
 
 But pafs his life in that dear gluom. 
 Tearing his hair, the frantic youth 
 
 Cry d, food and raiment I deny; 
 And with my life fliall end my truth, 
 
 For love of Phillis will I die. 
 The radient god made half his tour, 
 
 The kine fought fhelter from his heat, 
 Which pafs d within the cottage door, 
 
 Where poor Lyfander drank and eat. 
 His dinner iinifh d, up he rofe, 
 
 Stalk d, fighing, Glently and How, 
 To where were hung his Sunday s clothes, 
 
 Then took a walk to chafe his woe. 
 
 The fun to Thetis made his way, 
 
 When, underneath a friendly fhade, 
 A (hep herd fung in accents gay, 
 
 His paffion for a gentle maid. 
 O lovers, what are all your cares ! 
 
 Your lighs! your fufferings! tell me what ! 
 To Daplme tis Lyfander fwears, 
 
 And lovely Phillis is forgot. 
 
 SONG - IN THE TOUCHSTONE. 
 
 MY tears alas ! I cannot fpeak! 
 
 Muft thank this (roodnefs, fure, divine! 
 For had I words woHs are too weak, 
 
 Too pour to vent fucli thoughts as mine. 
 1 he fun, in its meridian heigh*, 
 
 Will gratitude like this infpire ; 
 Whofe kindly heat and piercing light, 
 
 We wonder at, and we admire.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONCS. J 
 
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 BALLAD IN THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE ALPS. 
 
 THE coy Paftora Damon woo d, 
 
 Damon the witty and the gay; 
 Damon, who never fair purfu d 
 
 But fhe became an eafy prey. 
 Yet, with this nymph, his ev ry power 
 
 In vain he tries, no language moves; 
 Thus do we fee the tender flower 
 
 Shrink from the fun whofe warmth it loves. 
 Piqued at the little angry pufs, 
 
 Cry d he, flie fets me all on fire! 
 Then plagues herfelf, and makes this fufs, 
 
 Only to raife her value higher. 
 For, that flie loves me every hour, 
 
 Each moment fome new inftance proves : 
 Thus do we fee the tender flower 
 
 Shrink from the fun, whofe warmth it loves. 
 How to refolve then ? what refourct ? 
 
 By fair means flic will near come to ; 
 What of a little gentle force ? 
 
 Suppofe I try what that will do ? 
 I know fhe ll tears in torrents pour; 
 
 I know her cries will pierce the groves : 
 Thus do we fee the tender flower 
 
 Shriiik-from the fun, whofe warmth it loves. 
 
 RONDEAU IN THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE ALPS. 
 
 AH ir.en ! what filly things you are. 
 
 To woman thus to humble, 
 Who, fowier like, but fpreads her fnarc, 
 Or, at her timid game 
 Takes aim, 
 Pop, fop, and down you tumble. 
 
 She marks you d nvn, fly where you will, 
 Or e clover, grafs, or (lubbie ; 
 
 Can wing you, feather you, or kill, 
 Juft as flie takes the trouble. 
 Ah men, &c.
 
 32 D1BDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Then fly not from us, tis in vain, 
 
 We know the art of fetting, 
 As well as (hooting, and can train 
 
 The fhyeft man our net in. 
 Ah men, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE ALPS. 
 
 BRIGHT gems that twinkle from afar, 
 Planets, and every lefler ftar, 
 That darting each a downward ray, 
 Confole us for the lofs of day, 
 Begone ! e en Venus, whofo bright. 
 Reflects her vifions pure and white, 
 Quick difappear, and quit the fkies, 
 For lo ! the moon begins to rife ! 
 
 Ye pretty warblers of the grove, 
 Who chant fuch artlefs tales of love, 
 The throftle, gurgling in his throat, 
 The linnet with his filver note, 
 The fearing lark, the whittling thrufli, 
 The mellow blackbird, goldfinch, hufli, 
 Fly, vanifh, difappear, take wing, 
 The jaightingale begins to ling. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE ALPS. 
 
 HERE fleeps in peace, beneath this ruflic vafe, 
 
 The tendered lover a hufband could prove ; 
 
 Of all this diflrefs, alas ! 1 am the caufe, 
 
 8;) much I ador d him, heaven envied my love. 
 
 The iigbs I rcfpire ev ry morn I arife, 
 
 The mifcry I chcrifh, the grief, and the pain, 
 
 The thoufand of tears that fall from my eyes, 
 
 Are all the fad comforts for me that remain. 
 
 When, his colours difplay d, honour call d him to arms. 
 
 By ttndur peiTuaiions I kept him away, 
 
 His glory forgetting for thefe fatal charms, 
 
 And 10 puuiih me he is deprived of the day,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. JJ 
 
 Since when to his memory I ve rais d this fad tomb, 
 Where to join him, alas ! I fliall fhortly dcfcend ; 
 Where forrow, n(;r pain, nor affliction can come, 
 And where both my love and my crime fliall have end. 
 
 BALLAD - IN HARLEQUIN FREEMASON. 
 
 IN all your dealing! take good care, 
 Inftruclcd by the friendly fquare, 
 To be (rue, upright, jufr, and fair, 
 
 And thoti a fellow-craft fhalt be : 
 The level ib muft poife thy mind, 
 That fatisfaction tLou flialt find, 
 When to another fortune s kind : 
 
 And that s the drift of mafonry. 
 The compafs t other two compoundst 
 And lays, though anger d on juft grounds, 
 Keep all your paflions within bounds, 
 
 And thou a fellow craft flialt be. 
 Thus fymbols of our order are 
 The compafs, level, znA the fquare ; 
 Which teach us . < be juu and fair : 
 
 And that s the drift of mafonr. 
 
 BALLAD - IN HARLEQUIN FREEMASON. 
 
 THE Sun s a free mafon, he works all the day, 
 
 Village, city, and town to adorn; 
 
 Then from labour at reft, 
 
 At his lod. e in the wed, 
 Takes v.i h goad brother Neptune a glafs on his way. 
 
 Thence ripe for the fair, 
 
 He flies from a!l care, 
 
 To Dame Thetis charms, 
 
 Till rous d from her arms 
 
 By the morn. 
 So do we, our labour d me, 
 
 Firft the g afc, 
 
 And then the lafs, 
 And then
 
 4 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Sweet {lumbers give freHi force 
 To run cur courfe, 
 Thus with the rifing fun. 
 
 The courfe of the fun all ourmyfieries defines : 
 
 Firft mafunry rofe in the eaft, 
 
 Then, to no point confin d, 
 
 His rays chetr mankind ; 
 Befidcs, v.-ho il deny but he well knows the lisas ? 
 
 The Grand Matter he 
 
 Then of ma&ns ihall be, 
 
 Nor fliall ought the crait harm, 
 
 Till to fliine and to warm 
 
 He has ceas d. 
 
 Then likt him, our labour done, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN HARLEQUIN FREEMASON , 
 
 AT a jovial meeting of gods once on high, 
 Ere Bacchus was hatch d from old Jupiter s thigh, 
 This one told his Uory, and that fimg his fong, 
 And did what he could left the time ihould fcem long. 
 Apollo read verfes, the Graces wreath d flowers, 
 The Mufes of harmony fung forth the powers, 
 Bully Mars crack d his joke, and fly Momus his jeft ; 
 Yet their mirth wanted fomething to give it a zeft. 
 
 Said Jove, our affembly to-day s pretty full, 
 Yet, I dwn t know how tis, we are horridly dull; 
 \Ve have all the ingredients that mirth fliuuld infpire, 
 But fome clay-born alloy damps our heavenly lire, 
 I have it in this I ll a mixture inclofe 
 Of alffhe delights whence good fcllowfhip flows, 
 And we ll t ifle of its prcduce. for mirth s bad at beft 
 When there s any thing wauting to give it a zeft. 
 
 So faying, fo doing, he buried the fhrine, 
 Which quickly fprung up in the form of a vine, 
 The leaves broad and verdant, the fruit deeped blue, 
 Whence a juice flow d that health, love, or youth might 
 
 renew. 
 
 Its influence to feel, they came round it in f \vp.rms , 
 Mars took draughts of courage, and Venus drank 
 
 charms ; 
 
 Momus fwallow d bon mots, Cupid love fo the reft, 
 While Jove, fpurning nedtar, cry d This is the zeft.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 35 
 
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 BALLAD IN HA8.LECVUJN FREEMASON. 
 
 HERE I was, my good matters, my name s Teddy Clinch 
 
 My cattle are found, anl 1 drives u> an inch; 
 
 From Hyde Park to Wnite C" .:ipel I we II knou- the town. 
 
 Antl mauy s the time I ve took up and let down : 
 
 In fhort, in the bills I ll he bqund fort there s not 
 
 A young youth who, like Teddy, can tip the long trot. 
 
 Oil the notions of life that I fee from my box, 
 
 While faces of all kinds come about me in flocks ; 
 
 The fot whom I drive home to fleep out the day, 
 
 The kind ene who pHes for a fare at the ;> ay ; 
 
 Or, yswr ger.ts of the law, there, who, fouriu & lot, 
 
 To Wefbminfter Hall I oft tip the long trot. 
 
 My coach receives all, like the gallows and fea, 
 
 So I touch but my fair you kiuw all s > ie to me ; 
 
 The men of the gown, and the men of the Avord, 
 
 A ma am, or a gambler, a rogue, or a lord; 
 
 To wherever you re going I well know the fpot, 
 
 And; do you tip a tizzy, I ll tip the long trot. 
 
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 B \LLAD IX THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 THE ladies f:iccs, now n-;!; vs, 
 
 Are various r.s their humours, 
 And on cniri.; ! ..xioi!S oft we gnzc, 
 
 Brought home from the periumer s. 
 Hid as it were beneath a cloak, 
 
 The beauty s fa^e that wins you, 
 Then pp.rpon me, by way of joke, 
 
 If 1 prefer my Dingy. 
 A handkerchief can r ; i!> a\vay 
 
 Your roles and yowrliilics ; 
 The more you rinl, t lie more you may, 
 
 My Dingy din iy ftil! is 
 Betide.-, her hair i* black asj?t, 
 
 Her eyes are gems from India ; 
 Rail as you liil then, 1 fla Uet, 
 
 For joke s; f.ikc love pour Di;;;;/.
 
 36 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 DiD fortune bid me chufea flate 
 
 From all that s rich, and all that s great, 
 
 From all that oftentation brings, 
 
 The fplendor, pride, and pomp of kings ; 
 
 Thefe gift*, and more, did flie difplay, 
 
 With health, that felt not life s decay, 
 
 I d fpurn with fcorn the ufelefs lot, 
 
 Were my Camilla s name forgot. 
 
 But did flie for my fate aflign, 
 
 That I fhould labour in a mine; 
 
 Or, with many wretches more, 
 
 In flavery chain me to an oar ; 
 
 Or from the fight of men exiled, 
 
 Send me to a Siberian wi Id, 
 
 For this arid more would fhe attone, 
 
 Were my Camilla all my own. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 WHEN Yanko dear fight far away, 
 
 Some token kind me fend ; 
 One branch of olive, fot dat fiy 
 
 Me willi de battle end. 
 The poplar tremble as him go, 
 
 Say of dy life take care, 
 Me fend no laurel, forme know 
 
 Of that him find him fhare. 
 De ivy fay my heart be true, 
 
 Me droop fay willow tree, 
 De torn he fay me Tick for you, 
 
 De fun-flower link of me. 
 Till laft me ;jo weep vid the pine, 
 
 For ftar poor Yanko dead ; 
 He corne, and I de myrtle twine, 
 
 In chaplct ior him head.
 
 BIBDIN*S SELECTED SONGS. 37 
 
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 SONG IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 I LL mount the cliffs, I ll watch the coaft, 
 
 Anxicus fome welcome tidings loon to bear, 
 Nor let your fortitude he loft, 
 
 Confiding ftill in honeft Yanko s care, 
 Though to my comrades I m untrue, 
 
 Honour fhall infideiity applaud, 
 And call in charity to you, 
 
 My broken faith to them a pious fraud. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 ORRA no talk, no fay fine word, 
 
 No drefs him, no look gay, 
 Vay little fing you hear von bird, 
 
 Him mate be gone away. 
 Orra tell true, fhe have no grace 
 
 Of lady for him part, 
 Dare beauty all be in him face, 
 
 But Orra in him heart, 
 Orra do little, all fhe do; 
 
 Frogive, for fhe no gal!, 
 To every ting fhe promife true, 
 
 J.ove Yanko, and dat all. 
 But Orra, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 POOR Orra tink of Yanko dear, 
 
 Do he be gone forever, 
 For he no dead, he (till live here, 
 
 And he from here go never. 
 Like on a fand me mark him fate, 
 
 DC wave ccme roll him over, 
 De mark him go, but Hill the place 
 
 "Tis eafy to difcover. 
 
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 38 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 I fee fore now de tree de flower, 
 
 He droop like Orra, furcly, 
 An:i den by m bye there come a fliowcr, 
 
 He hold him head up purely : 
 And fo fomc time me tink me die, 
 
 My heart fo iick he grieve me, 
 But in a lily time me cry 
 
 Good deal, and dat relieve me. 
 
 SONG - IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 PASSION is a torrent rude, 
 Which rapid be.irsdown every height, 
 
 A turbulent, unruly flood, 
 Which with the ocean would unite. 
 
 Rcafon s a fountain, calm ferene, 
 Which, near gay fields, and laughing bow rs, 
 
 While it reflects th enchanting fcene, 
 Is born among a bed of flowers. 
 
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 BALLAD IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 A BF.D of rn^fs we ll ftraight prepare, 
 
 Where, near him gently creeping, 
 We ll pat his cheeks, anil ftroke his hair. 
 
 And watch him while he s fleeping. 
 Sweet flowers of every fccnt and hue, 
 
 I inks, violets, and rofes, 
 And blooming hyacinths we ll ftrew, 
 
 As fweetly he repofe s. 
 And we ll with fond emotion flart, 
 
 And while, with admiration, 
 We foftly feel his fluttering heart, 
 
 Partake its palpitation. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 COME, courage lads, and drink away, 
 A man upon his wedding day 
 Ought rarely well his part to play 
 At Stingo, or Odlober :
 
 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 39 
 
 for, who would be that ftupiJ elf 
 I or whim, caprice, or love, or pelf, 
 To poifon, hang, or drotf-n himfclf, 
 
 Or marry when he s fobcr. 
 For madam s wi!l nt nothing flu-is, 
 She muft have hails, and routs, and fops, 
 And of: en ranfack all the ihops, 
 
 la gay attire to robe her : 
 Then drink the day you take a wife, 
 As the laft comfort oi" your life : 
 For, ever after, noife and (trifc 
 
 Are furc to keep you i ober. 
 
 BALLAD - INTENDED FOR THE QUAKER. 
 
 THOU ST heard thofe old proverbs, ne er lean on a rufli, 
 A bird in the hand is worth two in the bull , 
 Tis the money paid down that decides who s the winner, 
 Who waits upon fortune s ne er fure of a dinner : 
 Out of light out of mind, delaying breeds danger, 
 He ought to be cozen d who trufb to a flranger 
 Heaven take my friend, and the old one my brother, 
 I romifing s one thing, performing another. 
 
 Much may fall out twixt the cup and the lip, 
 The builder s receipt s the heft fail in the fliip, 
 I is a good thing to lend, but a better to borrow, 
 Pay me to-day, and I ll truft you to-morrow. 
 Brag is a good dog, but hold-faft a better, 
 You may gucfs at a word when you know th.-; firft ktttr, 
 There s not the nioft fire where you fee the mo ft fmoiher, 
 I romifing s one thing, performing another. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE MISCHANCE. 
 
 O THINK on the tine when you came home at night, 
 And fupp d upon mufclc.s no lily more white, 
 When I u ed to provide you with many a treat 
 Oi . as riuc Melton oyder* as ever were eat. 
 Now I te what a change ! all ihc mufcles for me 
 May !>e tiod under foot, or thrown into the lea ; 
 My j >ey is V.fr ! and ths once fpriglitly toi:e 
 \viiicli I cry d oyfters is funk to a drout !
 
 4O DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 When the laft kit of falnion we fat down to broach, 
 
 -And you told me your heart wa= as found as a roach, 
 
 How fweet was my temper ! what joy did I fell, 
 
 Little thinking you d flip through my hands like an ccl. 
 
 But my temper s now chang d I, that once was fo mild, 
 
 I was thought to be gentle and meek as a child, 
 
 So cruftyam grown, I ne er fpeak a word civil, 
 
 And my cufloir.ers fay I m as crofs as the devil. 
 
 My ftall wjs fo clean, and my tubs were fo white, 
 
 They were perfectly people would tell me a fight: 
 
 I liften d with jo j when the folks told me fo, 
 
 For my flail and my tubs were both fcov/er d for Joe. 
 
 But now they re all dirty, ncglcclcd they lie, 
 
 I oft take them up, and as oft throw them by, 
 
 For his fake I pleafure in cleaning them found, 
 
 He has left me, and now they re as black as the groun-l. 
 
 BALLAD IN PANDORA. 
 
 V/ HAT naughty things we women arc, 
 
 Who long for fruit forbidden ; 
 Though twere our bane, we cannot bear 
 
 The leafl thing from us hidden. 
 JV.it what we fee \vill we believe, 
 
 I hough ill on ill we re heaping, 
 Though to this day, from mother ETC, 
 
 \Vt- have always paid for peeping. 
 Thus curious git Is, urged iiy their youth, 
 
 Thoiightlefs wJi.it they were doing. 
 Have fa! I hood found clifguis d like truth, 
 
 And maik d like pleafure, ruin. 
 Inftead of foiling, who muft grieve, 
 
 Whofe joys are turn d to weeping, 
 And who too lite, like, mother Eve, 
 
 Find they have paid for peeping. 
 Should I to my defires give way, 
 
 t may encounter forrow, 
 And th it I think agood to -day, 
 
 May prove an il! to-morrow. 
 Ytt, caution* prudence, by your leave,. 
 
 The lecret s in my keeping; 
 i &m wak woman, and, like Eve, 
 
 O.uii jt n. Train tYoin peeping.
 
 S SELECTED SONGS. 4! 
 
 BALLAD -IN THE REASONABLE ANIMALS. 
 
 A Wolf who had been a. Lawyer. 
 
 By roguery, tis true, 
 
 I opulent grew, 
 Ju(> like my other profeffional Tinner; 
 
 An orphan, d ye i c- , 
 
 W >u d juft waHi down my tea. 
 And a poor fricudlefs widow would ferve me for dinner, 
 
 I was, to l)e fare, 
 
 Of the helplefs and poor 
 A guardian appointed to manage the pelf ; 
 
 And I manag d it we!!, 
 
 But how fays you tell ? 
 Why I let them all ftarve, to take care of my ft If. 
 
 With thefe tricks I went on 
 
 Till, faith fir, anon, 
 A parcel of ftnpid, mean-fainted fnu s, 
 
 As they narrowly watth d me, 
 
 Soon at my tricks cntc i d m?. 
 And, in their own words, haul d me over the coals. 
 
 In the pillory, that fate 
 
 For rogues, foon or Lite, 
 I flood, for the fport of a cliiiolute mob; 
 
 Till my neck Matter Ketch 
 
 Was fo eaoer to ftretch, 
 That I gave the thing up as a dangerous job. 
 
 Now a wolf from their dams 
 
 I ftcal plenty of lambs, 
 Pampcr d high, and well fed an infatiable glutton 
 
 In much the fame fphere 
 
 When a man, I move here, 
 
 Make and break laws at pleafure, and kill my C 
 mutton. 
 
 Then lince, for their fport, 
 
 No one here movcs thc court, 
 Kor am I amenable to an employer, 
 
 I flull ever prefer, 
 
 With your leave, my good fir, 
 The lift of a wolf to the life of a lawyer. 
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 42, DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE REASONABLE ANIMALS. 
 
 A bog <ivbo had ban an alderman 
 FO l dainties I ve had of them all, 
 At taverns, Lord Mayor s, and Guildhall, 
 \Vhcre the purveyors, nothing dingy, 
 
 To fill the wallet, 
 
 And pamper the paLite, 
 Have rarities brought from India. 
 Then what fignitics what one takes in, 
 for, when one s cram d up to the chin, 
 Why, really, good friend to my thinking, 
 
 If on veniibn and wines, 
 
 Or on hogwafh, one dines, 
 At lafl tis but eating and drinkcing. 
 Bs.iules, I ve no books I arrange, 
 Nor at two need 1 e er go to change ; 
 Have no bufmefs with noie, bund, or tally, 
 
 Nor need I, from any ill luck, 
 
 K ihcr bull, or a bear, or lame duck, 
 .Ever fear waddling out of the alley, 
 for dainties, &c. 
 
 KALLAD IN THE REASONABLE ANIMALS. 
 
 A lull -ivko bad been an Irijhman 
 
 IS T mv fh>ry you d know ? I was Patrick Muhooney, 
 
 A johnan, and Ireland my nation, 
 To be fare I was not a tight fellow too, honey, 
 
 Before rny tranfmogritication. 
 \ did rat at all t -ilk oi flames and of darts, 
 To coWjuer the fair the dca- jewels ! 
 And wid hufbands, becafe why I won their wive. 1 ) hearts, 
 1 did not tight plenty of d:> ;]&. 
 
 Then arrah, bodder how you can, 
 
 You ll ne er peifuade me, honey, 
 For 1 lhall al\vays, bull or man, 
 Be Patrick. Mulrooncy;
 
 DIBD1N S SELECTED SONGS. 43 
 
 When at Almack s, or White s <>r ? -t Brookes s, or Boodle s, 
 
 I ve fat up all night in the morning, 
 "Mongtt blacklegs, and congers, and pigeons, and noodles, 
 
 The calling to ufe I was born in : 
 To be fare many hone ft gold guineas it yields, 
 
 But, iince tis a fervice of danger, 
 I m a better man now I m a bull in the fields, 
 
 To popping and tilting a ftranger. 
 
 BALLAD IN LIBERTY-HALL. 
 
 WERE Patience kind to me 
 
 Oh he de nos ! 
 Far plyther than a coat I d be, 
 
 Oh he de nos ! 
 
 Leap, fk!p, and pound, would poor Ap Hugh, 
 And capriole, and caper too, 
 And friik, sr.d jump, and dance, look you, 
 Oh he de nos ! 
 
 But Patience very cruel is, 
 
 Oh he de nos! 
 With jibts, and cheers, and mockeries, 
 
 Oh he de nos ! 
 
 Which makes to iigh and fob Ap Hugh, 
 And whining, his fad fortune rue, 
 And crieve, and croan, and cruut, look you> 
 
 Oh he de uos ! 
 
 BALLAD - IN L1BER.TY-HALL, 
 
 WHEN faintly gleams the doubtful day, 
 Ere yet the dew drops on the thorn, 
 
 Borrow a luftrefrom the ray 
 
 That tips with gold the dancing corn, 
 
 Health bids awake, and homage pay 
 To him who gave another morn. 
 
 And, well with ftrength his nerves te bra, 
 
 Urges the fportfinan to the chafe. 
 
 Do we purfue the timid hare, 
 
 As trembling o er the lawn fhe bounds ? 
 
 S.ill of heriafcty have we carc
 
 44 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 While fecming death her flop* furrounds, 
 We the clefencelels creature fpare, 
 
 .*nd iiiftant flop the well taught hounds : 
 For cruelty fhould ne er diigrace 
 The well-earn d pleafure of the chafe. 
 Do we purfue the fuhtle fox, 
 
 Still let him breaks and rivers try, 
 Through marfhes wade, or climb the rocks, 
 
 The deep-mouth d hounds lliall following fly 
 And while he every danger mocks, 
 
 Unpitiedlhal! the culprit die: 
 To quell this cruel, arcful race, 
 Is labour worthy of the chafe. 
 Return d, with fhaggy fpoils well ftor d, 
 
 To our convivial joys at night, 
 We toaft, and fir ft our country s lord, 
 
 Anxious who moft lhall do him right; 
 1 he fair next crowns the focial board, 
 
 Britons ihnuld love as well as fight 
 For he who flights the tender race, 
 Is held unworthy of the chafe. 
 
 SONG IN LIBERTY-HALL. 
 
 WHO to my wounds a balm advifes, 
 
 But little knows what I endure; 
 The patient s pain to torture rifcs 
 
 When medicine s try d, and fails to cure. 
 What can the wifeft counfel teach me, 
 
 But fad remembrance of my grief ? 
 .V.is! your klndnefs cannot reach me, 
 
 It jives bat words I aik relief. 
 
 BALLAD IN LIEERTY-HALL. 
 
 RATLIN was the ablefl fea-man, 
 None like him ecu Id hand, reef, and fleer, 
 No dangerous toil but he d encounter, 
 With flail, and in contempt of ftar : 
 In fight a lion the battle ended, 
 Meek as a bleating lamb he d \ rove ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 45 
 
 Thus Jack had manners, courage, merit, 
 Yet did he figh, and all for love. 
 
 The fong, the jeft, the flowing liquor, 
 For none of tliefc had Jack regard ; 
 He, while his meflmates were caroufing, 
 High fitting on the pendant yard, 
 Would think upon his fair ones beauties, 
 Swear never from fuch charms to rove, 
 That truly he d adore them living, 
 And, dying, figh to end his love. 
 The fame exprcfs the erew commanded 
 Once more to view their native land, 
 Among the reft, brought Jack f;nne tidingi, 
 Would it had been his love s fair hand! 
 Oh fate her death dcfac d the letter, 
 Inftaut her pulfe forgot to move, 
 With quiv ring lip?, and eyes uplifted, 
 He heav d a figh and dy d for love ! 
 
 GLEE - IN LIBERTY HALL. 
 
 WHAT if my pleafures fools condemn, 
 Becaufe I am not dull, like them, 
 Decauie no minute I let pafs, 
 Unmark d by a convivial glafs ? 
 Or elfe retir d from ftrife and noife, 
 I tempt the fair to fofter joys; 
 A mortal with a foul divine, 
 Alternate crown d with love and wine. 
 Tacfe fliail on earth my being fhare, 
 And when I m gone, if in my heir 
 My fpirit live, let him not mount, 
 But lee embofs d upon my urn. 
 Bacchus and Venus in A wreath, 
 With this infcription underneath : 
 " This mortal had a foul divine, 
 " Alternate crour d with love and wine. * 
 
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 BALLAD IN LIBERTY-HALL. 
 
 WHEN fairies are lighted by night s filver queen. 
 And feaftin the meadow, or dance on the gretn, 
 My Lambkin afidc lays his plough ard hi* flail,
 
 46 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 By yon oak to fit near me, and tell his fond tale. 
 And though I m affur d the fame vows were believed 
 By Patty and Ruth, he forfook and deceived, 
 Yet, fo fvrect are his word?, and like truth fo appear, 
 I pardon thetrcafon, the traitor s fo dear. 
 
 I faw the ftraw bonnet he bought at the fair, 
 The rofe-coi(.ur d ribbon to deck Jenny s hair. 
 The fhoe-ties of Bridget, and dill worfc than this, 
 The gloves he gave Peggy for dealing a kifs. 
 All thefe did I ice, and with heart-rendiug pain, 
 Swore to part ; yet I know, when I fee him again, 
 His words and his looks will like truth fo appear, 
 I fiiail pardon the trcafon, the traitor s, fo dear. 
 
 BALLAD IN LIBERTY HALL. 
 
 SEE the courfe throned with gazers, the fports arc rscgiHt 
 The confufien but hear ! I ll bet you fir done, done ; 
 Ten thoufand ftraugu murmurs refound far and near, 
 Lords, hawkers, andjockics, affail the tir d ear : 
 While with neck like a rainbow, erecting his creft, 
 Pamper d, prancing, and plcas d, his head touching his 
 
 bread 
 
 Scarcely fr.uffingthe air, he s fo proud and elate, 
 The high-mettled racer firft ftarts for the plate. 
 
 Now renard s turn d out, and o er hedge and ditch rufli, 
 Hounds, horfes, and hunti men, all hard at thisbrufli ; 
 They run him at length, and they have him at bay, 
 And by fcent and by view cheat a long tedious way : 
 While, alike born for fports of the field and the courfe, 
 Always fure to come thorough, a ftaunch and fleet horfe ; 
 When fairly run down, the fox yields up his breath, 
 The high-mettled racer is in at the death. 
 
 Grown aged, ufed up, and turn d out of the dud. 
 
 Lame, ^|>avin d, and windgali d, but yet with feme bloc d ;. 
 
 While l^Bwing podillions his pedigree trace, 
 
 Tell his^ram won the lvveepilc;ikcs, his fire gain d that race j 
 
 And what matches he won to the odlers count o er, 
 
 As they loiter their time at fome hedge ale houfe door, 
 
 While the harnefs foregalis, and the fpurs his fides goad, 
 
 The high-mettled racer s a hack on the roadi.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 47 
 
 Tillatlaft, having labour cl, drudg d early and late, 
 Bow d down-by degree , he bends on his la c, 
 Blind, old, lean, and feeble, he tugs round a mill, 
 Or draws fand, till the fandof his hour-glafs . Lauds ftiil : 
 An. now, cold anrl lifelefs, < jio.Vd Lo the view, 
 IH the very fame fart which he vtfterday drew, 
 While a pitying crowd his fad rt licks furrounds, 
 The high-mettled racer is feKl fur the hounds. 
 
 BALLAD IN LIBERTY HALL. 
 
 DO falmonds love a lucid ftream ? 
 
 Do thirlly fheep love fountains? 
 Do Druids love a doleful theme ? 
 
 Or goats the craggy mountains ? 
 If it be true thefe things are fo, 
 
 As truly (lie s my lovey, 
 
 And os wit I yng carie I, 
 
 Rooi fit dwyn de garie di, 
 Asein, dai, tree, pedw-r, pimp, chweck go 
 
 The bells of Aberdovey. 
 
 Do keffelslove a whifp of hay? 
 
 Do fpnghtly kids love prancing ? 
 Do curates crowdies love to play ? 
 
 Or peafants morice dancing ? 
 
 If it be true, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE BENEVOLENT TAR. 
 
 A PLAGUE of thofe mully old lubbers, 
 
 Who tell us to faft and to think, 
 And patient fall in with life s rubbers, 
 
 With nothing but water to drink, 
 A can of good Ituff! had they twigg d it, ^ 
 Twould have fet them for pleafure agog, 
 And, fp ght of the rules 
 Ofthefchooh, 
 The old fools 
 
 Would have all of em fwigg d it, 
 And fworc there was nothing like grog.
 
 48 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 My father when laft I from Guinea 
 Return d, with abundance of wealth, 
 
 Cry d Jack, never be fuch a ninny 
 
 To drink : laid I father your health. 
 
 J5o I fhew d him the (luff, and he twigg d it, 
 
 And it fct the old codger agog, 
 And he iwigg d, and mother, 
 And filler, and brother, 
 
 And I fwigg d, and all ol us fwigg d it, 
 
 And fwore there was nothing like grog. 
 
 T other day as the chaplain was preaching. 
 
 Behind him I curioufly flunk, 
 And while he our duty was teaching, 
 As how we fliould never get drunk, 
 I fhew d him the fluff, and he twigg d it,. 
 And it foon fet his rev rence agog. 
 
 And he fwigg d, and Nick fwigg d, 
 And Ben fwigg d, and Dick fwigg d, 
 And I fwigg d, and all of us fwigg d it, 
 And fwore there was nothing like grog. 
 Then truft me there s nothing like drinking, 
 
 So pleafant on this fide the grave ; 
 It keeps the unhappy from thinking, 
 
 And makes e en thev alinnt more brave. 
 As for me, from the moment I twigg d it, 
 The good ftufFhas fo let me agog, 
 Sick or well, la e or early, 
 Wind foully or fairly, 
 Helm a-lee or a- weather, 
 For hours together, 
 I ve conftantly fwigg d it, 
 And, dam me, there s nothing like grog. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE BENEVOLENT TAB. 
 
 WHAT argufies pride and ambition ? 
 Soon or late death will take us in tow j 
 Each bullet has got its commifllon, 
 And when our time s come we muft go. 
 
 Then drink and fing hang pain and forrow. 
 The halter was made for the neck ; 
 He that s now live and lufty to-morrow 
 Perhaps may be flretch d on the deck.
 
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 Then drink and iing hang pain and furrow 
 The halter was made for the neck ; 
 He that s now live and lu iy to-morrow 
 Perhapf may be ftretch d on the deck. 
 There was little Tom Linflock of Dover 
 
 Got kih d, and Jcft Polly in pain, 
 Toll cry d, but her grief was Toon over, 
 
 And then fhe got married again. 
 
 Then drink, c. 
 Jack Junk was ill ufed by Bet CrockeY, 
 
 And fo took to guzzling the. fluff, 
 Till he tumbled in okl Davy s locker, 
 
 And there he got liquor enough. 
 
 Then drink, &c. 
 For our r rize money then to the procftor, 
 
 Take of joy while tis going our freak; 
 for what argufies calling the doclor 
 
 When the anchor of life is apeak. 
 Then drink, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE BENEVOLENT TA&. 
 
 A Sailor s love is void of art, 
 Plain failing to his port, the heart, 
 He knows no jealous folly : 
 Twere hard enough at fea to war 
 With hoiflerous elements that jar 
 All s peace with lovely Polly. 
 Enough that, far from fight of fhore, 
 Cleuds frown, and angry billows roar. 
 Still is he briik and jolly : 
 And while carouliwg with his mates, 
 Her health he drinks anticipates 
 The fmiles of lovely Polly. 
 Should thunder on the horizon prefs, 
 Mocking our fignals of diftrefs, 
 E en then dull melancholy, 
 Dares not intrude he braves the difi, 
 In hopes to find a calm within 
 The fnnvy arms of Polly. 
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 BALLAD - 
 
 IN THE MILK MAID. 
 
 SWEET clitics would my Patty Cng, 
 
 Old Chevy Chafe, God fave the King, 
 
 Fair Rofemy, and Sawny Scot, 
 
 Lilelmlaro, the Irifh Trot, 
 
 All thefe would fmg my blue-ey d Patty. 
 
 As with her pail fhe d trudge along, 
 
 While flill the burthen of her fong 
 
 My hammer beat to blue-ey d Patty. 
 
 But nipping frofts and clulling rain 
 
 Too foon alas choak d every itrain ; 
 
 Too foon, alas ! the miry way 
 
 Her wet fhod feet did fore difmay. 
 
 And hoarfc was heard my blue-ey d Patty. 
 
 While I for very mad did cry ; 
 
 Ah could I but again, faid I, 
 
 Hear the fwcet voice of blue-ey d Patty 
 
 Love taught me how I work d, I lung, 
 
 My anvil glow d, my hammer rung, 
 
 Till I had form d from out the fire, 
 
 To bear her feet above the mire, 
 
 An engine for my blue-ey d Patty. 
 
 Again was heard each tuneful clofe, 
 
 My fair one on the patten rofe, 
 
 Which takes its name from blue-ey d Patty. 
 
 BALLAD IN HARVEST HOME. 
 
 A a Dermot toil d one fummer s day, 
 Young Shelah, as fhe fat behind him, 
 Fairly ftole his pipe away 
 Oh den to hear how ilie d deride him. 
 Where, poor Dermot is it gone, 
 Your lily lily loodlc ? 
 They ve left you nothing but tli drone. 
 And that s yourfelf, you noodle. 
 .Bcum bum boodle, loadle lo, 
 Poor Dermot s pipe is lolt and gone, 
 And what will the poor devil do ?
 
 OIEDINT S SELECTED SONGS. 51 
 
 Fait, now I am undone and more, 
 
 Cry d Derniot ah will you he aefy ? 
 
 Did not you flalc my heart before ? 
 
 Is it you d have a man run crazy ? 
 
 I ve nothing left me now to m ,;,r?> 
 
 My lily lily loodle, 
 
 Thai. ufed to chcar me fo is gone 
 
 Ah Derniot thou rt a noodle. 
 
 Beum bam boodle, loodle lo, 
 
 My heart, and pipe, and peace are gone 
 
 What next will cruel Shd.ih do ? 
 
 But Shclah hearing Dcrmot vex, 
 
 Cry d flic, uv;is little CupH mov d me, 
 
 Ye fool to fted it out of tricks, 
 
 Only to fee how much you lov d n:e. 
 
 Come cheer thee D-jrmont, never moan, 
 
 Bat take your lily loodle, 
 
 And for the heart of you that s gone, 
 
 You fhall have mine, you noodle. 
 
 Beum bum boodle, loodle lo, 
 
 Shela s to church with Dcrmot ganc, 
 
 And for the reft what s dat to you. 
 
 BALLAD - IN CLUMP AND CUDDEK,- 
 
 THIS, this my lad s a foldier s life, 
 He marches to the fprightly fife, 
 And in each fown to fonie new wife, 
 
 Swears he ll be ever true; 
 He s here he s there where is he not ? 
 Variety s his envied lot, 
 He eats, drinks, flceps, and pays no fiiot, 
 And fellows the loud tattoo. 
 Cali d out to face his country s foes, 
 The tears of fond domestic woes 
 He kiflcs off, and boldly goes 
 To earn of fame his due. 
 Religion, liberty, and laws, 
 Both his are, and his country s caufe 
 Fur thei c, through danger, without paufe, 
 
 He follows the loud tattoo. 
 A id if at lafl, in honour s wars, 
 He earn* his Chare of danger s fears,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Still he feels bold, and thanks his ftars 
 
 Hi.- s no wone fate to lue : 
 At Che lea, free Irom toil and pain, 
 .He wields his crutch, points out the flair,. 
 And, in fond fancy, once again, 
 
 Follows the loud tattoo. 
 
 BALLAD- IN TOM THUMB. 
 
 LS it little Torn Thumb that you mean, and hi* battles ! 
 
 Arrah fend him for playthings fome whifilts msd rattfes ; 
 
 At the fight of a iword all his nerves would be quaking , 
 
 He fight ! he kill giauts ! is it game you are making? 
 
 As well may you tt.-ll us that eagles fear larks, 
 
 That mice cat up lions, and fprats fwallow fliarks : 
 
 Then talk not of any fuch nonfenic to me 
 
 Vv id your confounded hoderum bumboodle liddle lee. 
 
 Tom Thumb ! fuch a fhrimp fure no eyes ever faw 
 
 He handles his arms as a fly hugs a flraw : 
 
 To be lure in the wars dangers certain to quit him, 
 
 For the taef s fuch K flea dare s no bullet can hit him. 
 
 _*r;d then a* to courage, my jewel hoot, hoot ! 
 
 Arrah did not I find him chin deep in my boot ? 
 
 Then talk not of any fuch nonfenfe to ine, 
 
 Wid your confounded botlcium bumboodlc iddlc lee. 
 
 Tom Thumb marry you ! mufha honey be aefy, 
 
 Were it not for your fcnfe, I IhouUl think you gone crazy 
 
 Shall a fine Aately oftrich thus wed a cock-fparrow ? 
 
 Twere a haiberd (luck up by the fide of an arrow 
 
 Or a fly on a church. Or a mountain and nmufc, 
 
 Or a pifmire that craw s by lie fide of a houfe : 
 
 Then talk nut of any fuch nonfenfe to me, 
 
 Wid your confounded boderum, buirboodic liddle lee. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 THAT all the world is up in amis, 
 /.-id i-ilks of nought but Delia s charms, 
 That crowds of lovers near and far, 
 ( i.,i;.e all tu U-L thi^ !>la/in^ dar,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 53 
 
 Is true who has not heard on t. 
 But that flie all at diftance keeps, 
 And that her virtue never fieeps 
 I don t believe a word on t. 
 
 That for one lover had {he ten, 
 
 In lltort, did fhe from all the men 
 
 Her homage due each day receive, 
 
 She has good fenfe, and, I believe, 
 
 Would never grow abfurd on t : 
 
 But for foft dalliance fhe d refufe 
 
 Some favourite from the rrowd to chufe- 
 
 I don t believe a word on t. 
 
 That in the face of ftanders-by 
 
 She s modefty itfelf s no lie ; 
 
 That then were men rnde things to fay, 
 
 "Twould anger her oh I would lay 
 
 A bottle and a bird on t : 
 
 But to her bedchamber, d ye fee, 
 
 That Betty has no private key 
 
 I don t believe a word on t. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 i Thought we were fiddle and bow, 
 
 So well \va in concert kept time, 
 But, to ftrikc up a part bafe and lo\v, 
 
 Without either reafon or rhime : 
 What a natural was I fo foon 
 
 With pleafure to-quaver away ! 
 For I m humm d, I think, now to fonie tune } . 
 
 She has left me the piper to pay. 
 
 I plainly perceJve flic s in glee, 
 
 And thinks I ilialL be fuch a flat 
 As to {hake, but flic s in a wrong key, 
 
 For {he never fliail catch rne at that. 
 Whoe er to tha crotches of love 
 
 Lets his heart dance a, jig in his bread, 
 Twill a bar to his haopinefs prove, 
 
 And fhall. furely deprive him of reft. 
 Ea
 
 54 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 I fmg of a war fct on foot for a toy, 
 And of Paris, and Helen, and HeO-tor, and Troy, 
 Where oil women, kings, gen rals, and coolers you fhimble, 
 And of mortals and gods meet a very ftrange jumble, 
 Sing diddcroo bubberoo, oh my joy, 
 How i weetly they did one another deftroy f 
 Come, (ill up your bumpers, the whifky enjoy, 
 May we nt er lee the like of the fiege of Troy ! 
 ivfenelaus was happy wid Helen his wife, 
 Except that ilie led him a devil of a life, 
 WiJ d*t handl omc tale Paris flie d toy nd flie d p ay, 
 Till they pack d up their alls, and they both ran away. 
 Sing didderoo, &c 
 
 Agamemnon, and all the great chiefs of his houfe, 
 Soon took u:> thecaufeof this hornified fpoufe, 
 V/hiie Juno laid this thing, and Venus faid that, 
 And the gods fell a wrangling they knew not for what. 
 
 Sing didderoo, &c. 
 
 Oh den fiich a (laughter, and cutting of trotes, 
 Aiul (laying of bullocksyand offering up goats ! 
 Till the cunning Ulyfiei, the Trojans to crols, 
 C. apt forty tine fellows in out wooden horle. 
 
 Sing didderoo, &.c. 
 
 Oh den for to iuc fhe maids, widows, and wives, 
 Cry in j Tome for their virtue, and ibme for tiieir lives ^ 
 Thus after ten years they d defended their town, 
 Poor dear Troy in ten minutes was all burnt clown ! 
 Sing didderoo, &c. 
 
 But to fee how it cndcd s the Ueft joke cf all, 
 Scarce had wrong d Menclaui aicended the wall, 
 Bat he blubb ring law Helen, and, oh flrange to tel^ 
 1 he nian took his mart, and fo all was wed. 
 ijing diuderop, &c. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 1 Sing UiyfTes. and thofe chiefs 
 Who, oat cf near a million.,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 So luckily their bacon fav d 
 
 Before the walls of Ilion. 
 Yankee doodle doodle doo, 
 
 Black negro he get fumbo, 
 And when you come to our town. 
 
 Well make you drunk with bumbo- 
 
 Who having taken, fack d, and burnt, 
 
 That very firfl of cities, 
 Return d in triumph, while the bards 
 
 All rtruck up amorous ditties. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 The Cyclops firft we vifitcd, 
 
 Ulylles made him cry out, 
 For lie e.it his mutton, drunk his wine, 
 
 And then lie pok d his eye out. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 From thence we vent to Circe s land, 
 
 Who faith a girl of fpunk is, 
 For fhe made as drunk, and chang d us all 
 
 To affes, goats, and moukits. 
 
 Yankee doodle, <Scc. 
 Aud then to hell and back again, 
 
 Then where the Syrens Cara, 
 -S\ve!l cadence, trill, and fliakej almoft 
 
 As well as Madam Mara. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 To fell Charibdis next , and then 
 Where yawning Scylla grapple* 
 
 Six men at once, and eats them ail, 
 Juft like fo many apples. 
 Yankee doodl, &c 
 
 Fiom thence to where Apollo s bull* 
 ^\nd Ihetp ail play and Hip ib, 
 
 From whence UlviTes went alone 
 To the Iflaiid of Calypfo. 
 Yankee doodle, #c. 
 
 And there he kifs d, and toy d, and p 2y tfj 
 
 1 i> true upon my life lir, 
 Tiil, having turn d his nn ftrefi oil", 
 
 tic i coining tn his wife fir. 
 Yankee doodk x &c,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 -> <S=5>=S> 
 
 GLEE. 
 
 WE, on the prefent hour relying, 
 
 Think not of future, nor of paft, 
 But feize each moment as tis flying, 
 
 Perhaps the next may lie our laft. 
 Perhaps old Charon, at his wherry,. 
 
 This moment waits to waft us o er; 
 Then charge your glafles, and he merry, 
 
 For fear we ne er fliould charge them more. 
 With brow auftere, and head reclining, 
 
 Let envy, age, and haggard care 
 Grow four, and at our joy repining, 
 
 Blai-ie pleafures which they cannot fhare. 
 Put round the glafies, and he jolly, 
 
 in fpight of all fuch idle fluff, 
 Whether tis wifdom or tis folly, 
 
 "I .s pleafure boys, and; that s enough. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 I VE made to marshes Mars defcend, 
 Juftice in jigs her fcales fufpend, 
 iiagicians in gavots portend, 
 
 And Furies black wigs briflle: 
 To prefros Pa las Mgis blaze, 
 Snakes twifl to fugues a thoufand xrays, 
 And Jove whole towns with lightning razs. 
 
 At found of the prompters whiltle. 
 I ve made a fun cf polifli d. tin, 
 Dragons of wood, with ghaftlygrin, 
 A iv.nvas ft.a, the which within 
 
 Did leather Dolphins caper ; 
 I ve (trtmg with packthread Orpheus lyre, 
 Made fheep and oxen ciance with wire, 
 And have deflroycd, with painted fire, 
 
 Grand tempksof cartridge paper. 
 I ve made a fwain, his love aflecp, 
 Chide warbling birds and b eating flieep, 
 While he himfclf did bawling keep, 
 
 Like boatman at a ferry
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 I ve racks made that ne blood could fpill, 
 Foul poii on that could do no ill, 
 -A id daggers queens and princes kill, 
 Who are alive and merry. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 WHEN laft from the frraights we had fairljr cart anchor, 
 
 I went, benny Kitty to hail, 
 Witli quintables ftor d, for our voyage was a fpanker, 
 
 And bran new was every fail : 
 Eat I knew well enough how, with words fweet as honey* 
 
 They trick us poor tars of our gold, 
 And when the fly gipfies have finger d the money, 
 
 The bag they poor Jack give to hold. 
 So I chafed her, d ye fee, my lads, under falfe colours, 
 
 Swore my riches were all at arj end, 
 That I d fported away all my good-looking dollars, 
 
 And ben ow d my togs of a friend : 
 Oil then had you feen her, no longer my honey, 
 
 Twas varler, audacious and bold, 
 Begone from my fight now you ve fpent all your money 
 
 for Kitty the bag you may hold. 
 With that I took out double handfuls of fhineri, 
 
 And fcorut uily bid her good bye, 
 
 Twould have cone your heart good had yeu then fcen her 
 fine airs, 
 
 How (he d leer, and fhe d fob, and fhe d figh ; 
 But I flood well the broadfide, while jewel and honey 
 
 Shecall d me, I put up the gold, 
 And bearing away, as 1 fack d all the nonry, 
 
 Left the bag for Ma am Kitty to hold. 
 
 BALLAD INTENDED FOR THE QUAKER. 
 
 THOU man of firmnefs turn this way. 
 Nor time by abfence me*fure, 
 
 The fportivc dance, the fprightly lay 
 Shall wake thee into plcafure : 
 
 Spite of thy formal outward man, 
 Tliou rt gay, a* -we fli^ll prove thcc;
 
 58 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Then cheer thec, laugh away thyfpan, 
 
 And let the fpirit move thee, 
 None are more juft, more true, more fair, 
 
 More upright in their dealings, 
 Than men of thy profcfTion .xrc", 
 
 But are they without feelings ? 
 E en now I know thy hone ft heart 
 
 Full ibrely doth reprove thee; 
 &f giy then, in our joy take parr, 
 
 And let the fpirit move thee. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 IN Paris, as in London, 
 Vice thrives, and virtue s undone ; 
 Errors, paflions, want of truth, 
 Folly, in age as well as youth, 
 
 Are things by no means rare, 
 Eut honefi ufurers, friends fincere, 
 And judges with their confcience clear, 
 
 C eft qu on ne voit guere. 
 In Paris All things vary, 
 Sixteen and fixty marry ; 
 lien prefuming on their purfe, 
 Heirs with their e Rates at nurfe, 
 
 Are things by no means rare : 
 Eut doctors who refufe a fee, 
 And wives and hufbands who agree, 
 
 C eft qu on ne voit guere. 
 In Paris idle pafiion 
 And folly lead the faflhion ; 
 Attention paid to ihew and drefs, 
 Modeft merit-in diflrtfs, 
 
 Are things by no means rare : 
 But friendthip in farcaftic fnecrs, 
 And honefly in widow s te?rs, 
 
 C eft qu on ne voit guere. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 JEHOLD the fairies jocund band, 
 Who firm, though low of ftature,
 
 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Gain ft giant vice fha l make a fland, 
 Pourtraying human nature, 
 
 We ve chara Tiers of every mould, 
 
 AH tempers, ibrms, and llzcs, 
 The grave, the gay, the young, the old> 
 
 Hid under quaint difguifes. 
 
 Then hey for the fairies, &c, 
 
 We have a prieft who never fwears, 
 
 But who is always ready 
 With money, or advice, or prayers, 
 
 To help the poor and needy. 
 
 Then hey for the fairies, &c. 
 A man and wife, who both on crutch 
 
 Arc now obliged to hobble, 
 Who fifty years, or near as much, 
 
 Have never had a fquabble, 
 
 Then hey for the fairies, &c. 
 A magiftrate upright and wife, 
 
 To whom no bribe is given, 
 And who before two charming eyes 
 
 Can hold the balance even. 
 
 Then hey for the fairies, &c. 
 A Icarn d phyfician of great fkill, 
 
 All curts, .like Galen, pat in, 
 Who never docs his patients kill, 
 
 Take fees, or jabbers latin. 
 
 Then hey for the fairies, &c. 
 A country fquire who hates the fmell 
 
 Of Stingo and October, 
 A modern poet who can fpell, 
 
 And a mulician fober. 
 
 Then hey for the fairies, &c. 
 Away then, comrades, beat to arms, 
 
 Difplay your fportful banners, 
 Strike hard at vice, explore falfe charms, 
 
 And catch the living manners. 
 Then hey for the fairies, &c. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 CHAIRS to mend, oid chairs to mend. 
 
 Like mins to botch is each man s fate, 
 Each toils in his vocation
 
 60 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 One man tinkers up the ftate, 
 
 Another mends the nation. 
 Your parfons preach to mend the heart, 
 
 They cobble heads at college ; 
 Phyficians patch with terms of art 
 
 And latin want of knowledge. 
 But none for praife can more contend 
 Than I, 
 Who cry 
 
 Old chairs to mend. 
 Your lawyer s tools are flaws and pleas; 
 
 They manners mend by dancing; 
 Wigs are patches for degrees, 
 
 And lovers ufe romancing : 
 fortunes are mended up and made, 
 
 Too frequently, with places 
 With rouge, when their complexions fade, 
 
 Some ladies mend their faces. 
 But none for praife, &c. 
 
 BALLAD, 
 
 A Tinker T am, 
 
 Mv name s Natty Sam, 
 From morn to night I trudge it ; 
 
 So low is my fate, 
 
 My perfonal eftate 
 Lies all within this budget. 
 Work for the tinker ho, good wives, 
 
 For they are lads of mettle 
 Twere well if you could mend your lives, 
 A* I can mend a kettle. 
 
 The man of war 
 
 The man of the br, 
 Phyficians, priefts, free-thinker?, 
 
 That rove up and down 
 
 Great London town, 
 What are they all but tinkers ? 
 
 Work for the tinker, &c. 
 
 Thofe mong the great 
 Who tiaker the ftatc>
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 61 
 
 And badger the minority, 
 
 Pray what s the end 
 
 Of cheir work, my friend, 
 But to rivet a good majority ? 
 
 Work tor the tinker, &c, 
 
 This mends his name, 
 
 That cobbles his fame, 
 That tinkers his reputation : 
 
 And thus, had I time, 
 
 I could prove in my rhyme, 
 Jolly tinkers of all the nation. 
 
 Work for the tinker, &c. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 ART one of thofe mad wags, whofe. brain 
 Intruder reafon can t contain, 
 Who are of fuch unruly minds, 
 They bufftt waves, and fplit the winds ; 
 In blanket robe, and crown of ftraw, 
 Who to mad fubjeCts deal mad law ? 
 If this tis makes thy boibm fwtll, 
 Hie demoniac to thy cell. 
 Or art thou drunk a frenzy too, 
 One of that hair-brain d, noify crew, 
 Who vigils keep at Bacchus ihrine, 
 And drown good reafon in bad wine ? 
 Every deiire in life who think 
 Gompris d in adetire to drink! 
 If by this demon thou rt poll t ft, 
 Hie the good drunkard home to reft. 
 Or art in love, and fo gone mad ? 
 Doft go with folded arms ? art fad ? 
 Do ft iigh ? doft languifh ? doft play pranks ? 
 For which contempt is all thy thanks ? 
 Doft pant ? doft long for fome frail charms, 
 Devoted to another s arms? 
 Is this thy madnefs, flupid tlf ? 
 Hie thee away and hangthyftlf. 
 F
 
 62 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
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 BALLAD IN CLUMP AND CUDDEN . 
 
 WHEN in order drawn up, and adorn d in his heft, 
 If my fuldier appears with more grace than the reft, 
 If his gaiters are jet, his accoutrements fine, 
 If his hair s tied up tight, and his arms brightly fliinc, 
 Let him turn, wheel, or face, march, kneel, (loop, or ftand, 
 Anxious fiill to oliey every word of command; 
 ErecT: like an arrow, or bending his knee, 
 Tis not for the general, tis all to pleafe me. 
 If with fmoak and with duft cover d over by turns, 
 To gain a fliam height, or falfe baftion, he burns; 
 If, of danger in fpight, and regardltfs of fear, 
 He rufhes to fight when there s nobody near: 
 In fhortj let him turn, c. 
 
 BALLAD IN CLUMP AND CUDDEN. 
 
 A Novice in love, anti a fl ranger to art, 
 
 As pure as my wiihes my unpractis d heart; 
 
 \\ hui I n^i e \vith the lark, and out- warbled the thrufli, 
 
 Free i n m falfliood or guile, for I knew not to blufh : 
 
 Thofe paft days I deplore. 
 . innocence guarded my unfullicd fame, 
 V. iicn to th.ink, and to act, and commend were the linnt 1 j 
 
 When on my face, 
 
 In artlefs grace, 
 
 Danc d frolic fport and pleafure now no more. 
 Ere I Hflen d and iov d, ere man fmil d, and betray d, 
 Ere by horror appali d, and of confcience afraid; 
 I, oft to each fond delight that e er woman adorn d, 
 i>y a hard judging world look d at, pity d, and fcorn d, 
 
 I hoie part joys i clcph.re : 
 
 Th(>fe jovs, ere by man s artful treachery forfook, 
 Whii/h, guilolefs and pleai ecl, with the world 1 partook: 
 
 Vv hen on my face, 
 . i art efs grace, 
 .Dar.c J frolic fport and pleafure now no more.
 
 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 63 
 
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 DUET- IN CLUMP AND CUDDEN. 
 
 PLA ICON. 
 
 SAY Fanny, wilt thou go \\iih me? 
 Perils to (ace, by land and ica, 
 
 That tongue can neve; tell ye ? 
 And wilt thou all thefe dangers Icoru, 
 Whilft in thefe arms 
 1 hold thy charms, 
 Enraptur d tv ry opening morn, 
 When the drum beats reveille*:. 
 
 FANNY. 
 
 Yes, yes, Platoon I ll go with thee 
 In danger, whatfoe er it be 
 i eiievc tis truth I tell you : 
 My conftant mind fhall peril fcorn, 
 Brave all alarms, 
 So in my arms 
 
 I hold thee every opening morn, 
 When the drum beats leveillez. 
 
 PLATOON. 
 
 Rtill Fanny wilt thou go with mfr? 
 Suppofe the cruel fates decree, 
 
 Alas how fh<Ul I tell you ? 
 The news fhould come thy foldier fell, 
 And thou fhaU hear, 
 Appall d with fear, 
 Next morning his fatal piffing bell, 
 When tht drum beats reveiikz. 
 
 Still fenrlefs will I go with thee, . 
 Refign d to cruel fate s decree) 
 And bravely this I tel! you : 
 When on the foot my foldier fell 
 I d Hied a tear, 
 The world {Tumid hear, 
 Mingling with his, my parting beli, 
 When the drum beats reveillezi 
 
 BOTH. 
 
 To the world s end I d go with thee, 
 Where thou art, danger ne er can be; 
 Iff joy no tongue can tell ye;
 
 SIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 And fure fuch love may perils fcorn ; 
 
 Ernve ail alarms, 
 
 "While in my arms 
 1 hold due every op ning morn, 
 Wiicii the drum beats rcvtilkz. 
 
 NOSEGAYS I cry, and, though little you pay, 
 They Are fucii as you cannot get every clay. 
 Who ll buy,? v. ho ll buy ? tis ndfcgaygl cry. 
 Who ll buy ? who ll buy ? tis nolegays I cry". 
 Each mincing, ambling, l. fping blade, 
 
 Who fmiles, and talks of bliffeg 
 Ke never felr, is here portray M 
 Jn form ofa Narciffcs. 
 
 Ncfegays I cry, &c. 
 Statefmen, like Indian?, \vhoadtre 
 
 The fun, by courting power, 
 Cannot be fliewn their likentfs more 
 Than in th humble fun-f!o\ver. 
 
 Nofegays 1 cry, c. 
 Pods I ve here in fprigs of bays, 
 Devils in the bufli are friars ; 
 
 . s are critic?, who damn play?, 
 And fatirifts are briars. 
 
 Nofegays I cry, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN TOM TKUM&. 
 
 THE yoimker, who his firll c-ffay 
 
 Makes in the front of battle. 
 Stands all a(rha(t, while cohorns play. 
 
 And bulicts round him rattle 
 fir piidc fleps in, and now no more 
 
 Fell fear his jav liu lances, 
 Like dulcet flutes the cannons ro;ir, 
 
 And groans turn country dance- 
 So frights, and flurries, and what not- 
 
 \"p,;n my fancy rufhcs, 
 1 lesr I know m.t why or what, 
 
 I m cover d o er with blufllCS,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 65 
 
 But let the honey feafon fly, 
 
 To feconcl well my clapper, 
 The kitchen s whole artillery 
 
 Shall grace my hu (band s iiapper. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 TIS faid we venturous die-hards, when we leave the fhore. 
 Our friends fhould mourn, 
 Left we return 
 To blefs their fight no more : 
 But this is all a notion 
 
 Bold Jack can t underftand. 
 Some die upon the ocean, 
 And fome on the land : 
 Then fince tis clear, 
 Howe er we fteer, 
 No man s life s under his command. 
 Let tempefh howl, 
 And billows roll, 
 And dangers prefs : 
 Of thofe in fpight, there are fome joys 
 
 Us jolly tars to blefs, 
 For Saturday night (till comes my boy?, 
 To drink to Poll and Befs. 
 
 One feaman hands the fail, another heaves the logj- 
 The purfer fwops 
 Our pay for flops, 
 The landlord fells us grog ; 
 Then each man to his ftation, 
 To keep life s fhip in trim. 
 What argufies noration ? 
 The reft is all a whim ; 
 Cheerly.my hearts, 
 Then play your part?, 
 Boldly refolved to fink or fwim ;. 
 The mighty furge 
 May ruin urge, 
 Of thofe in fpigbt, &c. 
 
 For all the world juft like the ropes aboard a fhip, 
 Each man s rigg d out 
 A vcffel flout, 
 To take for life a trip : 
 
 Fz
 
 66 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 The fhrouds, the flays, and braces 
 Are joys, and hopes, and fears, 
 The halliards, fhects and traces, 
 Scill, as each pallion veers, 
 And whim prevails, 
 Direct the fails. 
 As on the fea of life lie fleers : 
 Then let the ftorm 
 Heaven s face deform, 
 And danger prefs : 
 
 Of thofe in fpight, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 THE grey-ey d Aurora, in iaffron array, 
 
 "Fvvixt my curtains in vain took a peep, 
 And though broader and broader ftill brightened the day, 
 
 Nought could wake me, fo found did I fleep. 
 At length rofy Phoebus look d full in my face, 
 
 Full and fervent but nothing would do, 
 Till the dogs yelp d impatient, and long d for the chafe, 
 
 And fhouting appear d the whole crew. 
 Come on, yoics honics, hark forward my boys. 
 
 There ne er was fo charming a moru, 
 Follow, follow, wake Echo, to fhare in our joys 
 
 Now the rrnific, now echo mark! mark ! 
 
 Hark! hark! 
 
 The filver-mnuth d hounds, and the mellow ton d horn. 
 Frefh as that fmiling morn from which they drew breath, 
 
 My companions are rang d on the plain, 
 Blefk with rofy contentment, that nature s beft wealth, 
 
 Which monarchs afpire to in vain : 
 Now fpirits like fire every bofotn invade, 
 
 And now we in order let out, 
 While each neighb nng valley, rock, woodland, and glade. 
 
 jic-vo lies the air-rending fhout. 
 
 Come on, &c. 
 Now re nerd s unearth cl, and runs fair 1 .} in view, 
 
 Now we ve loft him fo fubtily he turns, 
 But the fcent lies fo ftrong, fhll we fcailefa purfue, 
 
 While each object impatiently burns : 
 Hark ! Eallcr gives tcnpue, and Fleet, Driver, and Sly, 
 
 The fox now the covert forfakes, 
 Again 1 e s in view, let us after him fly, 
 
 JSow, now to the river he takes. 
 Come on, &c.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 67 
 
 From the river poor renard can make but one pufli, 
 
 No longer fo proudly he flics, 
 Tir d, jaded, worn out, we are clofe to his brufli, 
 
 And conqer d, like Caefar, he dies. 
 And now in high glee to board we repair, 
 
 Where fat, as we jovially quaff, 
 pjis portion of merit let every man fbare, 
 
 And promote the convivial laugh. 
 Come on, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 FROM prudence let my joys take birth, 
 
 Let me not he paffion s flave, 
 Approv d by reafon, fweet s the mirth, 
 
 Vice of pleafure is the grave. 
 Then fliil to reafon dictates true, 
 
 Select tin. f\vcc j . . i life like bees; 
 Thus your e-joy .ner.ts will be ftiv 
 
 But fuch as on reflection pleafe. 
 Wine exhilirates the foul, 
 
 Infpires the mirth of every feaft, 
 But gluttons fo may drain the bow I, 
 
 Till man degenerates to beaft : 
 Then miith and \vifdom keep in view, 
 
 And freely on the bottle feize ; 
 What though your pleafures are but few ! 
 
 They re fuch a> on, reflection pltafe. 
 Love the fourcc of human jo\s, 
 
 The mind with hlifs that fweetly fills, 
 Too often its own end deftroys, 
 
 And proves the fource of human ills. 
 Here reafon s dictates keep in view, 
 
 Or, farewell freedom, farewell cafe, 
 The real joys of life are few 
 
 But fuch ai on reflection pleafe. 
 Then while we meet, let s only own 
 
 Joys that do honor to the heart, 
 And ceafing to prize thefe alone. 
 
 Deplore our frailty, fijjh, and part ; 
 Meanwhile to rtafon s t klates true, 
 
 Select the fwcets of life like bees, 
 Tlius your enjoyments will be few 
 
 Eut inch as on reflection pleafe.
 
 6$ DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS* 
 
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 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT 
 
 THE fpangled green confefs d the morn, 
 
 The rofe bud dropt a tear, 
 And liquid prifms bedeck d the thorn, 
 
 When Sandy fought his dear : 
 Sure never loon was e er fo crofs d 
 
 Ye fliepherds fwains impart, 
 Where did fhe gang ? a h me ! I ve loft 
 
 The laffy of my heart. 
 Her charms are felt as foon as kenn d, 
 
 Eyne bright as brilliant gem, 
 But of her beauties there s no end, 
 
 Why need I talk of them ? 
 Each fhepherd fwain finds, to his coft, 
 
 What power they can impart, 
 But mod poor Sandy, who has loft 
 
 The laffy of his heart. 
 
 But mine s the fault, and mine s the grief, 
 
 How could I raflily dare ! 
 Oh I have finn d beyond relief, 
 
 Gainft all that s fweet and rare: 
 
 But fee, fhe comes ! ceafe heart to bound. 
 
 Some comfort ah impart ? 
 She fmiles ! ah fhepherds I have found 
 
 The laffy of my heart ! 
 
 1ALLAD -IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT, 
 
 OF all fenfatiens pity brings. 
 
 To proudly fwell the ample heart, 
 
 From which the willing forrow fpriugs, 
 
 In others grief that bear a part. 
 
 Of all fad fympathy s delights, 
 
 The manly dignity of grief 
 
 A joy in mourning that excites, 
 
 And gives the anxious mind relief: 
 
 Of thefe would you the feeling know, . 
 
 Moft gen rous, coble, greatly brave,-
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 69 
 
 That ever taught a heart to glow, 
 
 Tis the tear that bedews a foidier s grave. 
 
 For hard and painful is his lot, 
 
 Let dangers come he braves them all; 
 
 Valiant perhaps to be forgot, 
 
 Or undijftinguifh d doom u to fall : 
 
 Yet wrapt in confcious worth fecure, 
 
 The world, that now forgets his toil, 
 
 He views from a retreat obfcure, 
 
 And quits it with a willing fmile. 
 
 Then trar lcr one kind drop beftow, 
 
 Twere graceful pity, nobly brave ; 
 
 Nought ever taught the heart to gl nv 
 
 Like the tear that hedtws a foidier s grave. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 GO patter to lubbers and fvvabs d ye fee 
 
 Bout danger, and fear, and the like, 
 A tight water boat and good IVa-room give me, 
 
 And t ent to a little I ll flrike; 
 
 Though the tempcfts top gallant mafts fmack fmooth fhould 
 finite, 
 
 And fliiver each fplinter of wood, 
 Clear the wreck, flow the yards, and bouze every thing tight, 
 
 And under rtef d forefail we ll feud: 
 Avaft ! nor don t think me a milk-fop fo foft 
 
 To be taken for trifle?, aback, 
 For they fays there s a providence fits up aloft 
 
 To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. 
 Why 1 heard the good chaplain palaver one d.iy 
 
 About fouls, heaven, mtrcy, and fuch, 
 And, my timbers, what lingo he d coil and belay, 
 
 Why. twas jiili all as one as high Dutch : 
 But he faid how a fjjarrovv can t founder d ye fee, 
 
 Without orders that comes down below, 
 And many fine things that piov d clearly to me 
 
 That providence takes us in tow ; 
 For, fay* he, do you mind me, let florins e er fo oft 
 
 Take the top-fails of failors aback, 
 There s a fweet iittie cherub that fits up ?loft, 
 
 To keep v/,<tch for the life of poor Jick.
 
 70 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 I faid to our I ol!, for you fee flie would cry, 
 
 When laft \ve weigh d anchor for fea, 
 "W hat ariifi;s fniv ting, an<l piping your eye, 
 
 Why what a damn d fool you muft be! 
 Can t you fee the world s .vide, and there s room for us all, 
 
 Both for fcamcn and lubbers afhon , 
 And if to o d Davy I Humid go, friend Poll, 
 
 Why you never will hear oi me more : 
 What then, all s a hazard, come don t be fo foft, 
 
 Perhaps I may laughing come back, 
 For d ye fee there s a cherub fit fmiling aloft, 
 
 To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. 
 D ye mind me a failor fhould be every inch 
 
 All as one as a piece of tht fliip, 
 And with her brave the world \\ithout offering to flinch, 
 
 From the moment the anchor s a trip. 
 As for me, in all weathers, all times, fides, and ends, 
 
 Xouglu s a trouble from duty that fprings, 
 For my heart is my Poll s, and my Rhino s my friend s, 
 
 And as for my life tis the king s ; 
 Even when my time comes, ne er believe me fo foft 
 
 As for grief to be taken aback, , 
 That fame little cherub that fits up aloft 
 
 Will lookout a good birth for poor Jack. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 WHAT though from Venus Cupid fprung, 
 
 No attribute divine 
 
 Whate er the bawling bards have fung 
 Mad he, his bow till Bacchus ftrtmg, 
 
 And dipp d his darts in wine : 
 Till old Si enus plung d the boy 
 
 In neclar from the vine, 
 Then love, that was before a toy. 
 Became the fource of mortal joy ; 
 The urchin (hook his dewy wings, 
 And caxelefs levelled clowns and kings 
 
 Such power has mighty wine. 
 When Thefeus on the naked fiiore 
 
 Fair Ariadne left, 
 
 D ye think the did her fate deplore. 
 Or her fine locks or bofom tort-, 
 
 Like one of hope bereft ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 71 
 
 "Xot fhe indeed, her fleeting love 
 
 From mortal turns divine, 
 And as gay .Bacchus tiger* move, 
 Hi.s car afcends amidft a grove 
 Of vines, furrounded by a throng, 
 Who lead the jolly pair alon^;, 
 
 Almoft half gone with wine. 
 Ma m Helen lov d the Phrygian bor, 
 
 He thought her all his own, 
 But hotted love will fooneft cloy, 
 He ne er had brought her fafe to Troy 
 
 But for the wife of Thone. 
 She, merry go/Tip mixed a cup 
 
 Of tipple, right divine, 
 To keep love s flagging fpirits up, 
 And Helen drank it every i up ; 
 This liquor is mongQ learned elves, 
 Nepenthe called, but twixt ourfelvcs, 
 
 Twas nothing more than wine. 
 Of Lethe and its flowery brink 
 
 .Let mufty poets prtte, 
 "*> 1 10 re thirfly fouls arc faid to drink, 
 That never they again may think 
 
 Upon their former. (late, 
 What is there in this foullefs lofs, 
 
 1 pray you fo divine ? 
 Grief finds the palace and the cot, 
 Which, for a time, were well forgot ; 
 Come here then, in our lethe fhare, 
 The true oblivion of yoVr care 
 Is only found in wiuc. 
 
 RONDEAU - IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 SMILING grog is (he f.iilor s heft hope, his fheet anchor, 
 
 His conipafs, his cable, his log, 
 That gives him a heart which life s cares cannot canker, 
 
 Though dangers aroin d him 
 
 Unite, to confound him, 
 He braves them, and tips off his grog. 
 Tis giog, only Pro; , 
 
 I his rudder, his cc mpafs, his cabl<*, his log, 
 The tailor s flieet anchor, is g. Og.
 
 72 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 What though he to a friend in tiuft 
 
 His pri/e money convey, 
 Who to his bond of faith unjuft, 
 
 Cheats him and runs away : 
 What s to be lone ? he vest* a curfe 
 
 Gainftal! falfe hearts afhore, 
 Of the remainder clears his purfe, 
 
 And then to fea for more. 
 
 There s fmiling grog, &c. 
 What though his girl, who often fworc 
 
 To know no other charms, 
 He find,*, when he returns afhore, 
 
 Clafn d in a rival s arms : 
 What s to be done ? he vents a curfe 
 
 And feeks a kinder fhe, 
 Dances, trets groggy, clears his purfc, 
 
 And goes again to fea. 
 To crofles born, ftill trufting there, 
 The waves lefs faithlefs than the fair ; 
 There into toils to rufli again, 
 And ftormy perils brave nvhat then? 
 Smiling grog, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 YANKO he tell, and he no lie, 
 
 We near one prelty brook, 
 Him flowing hair, him lovely yiei 
 
 Sweetly on Orra look : 
 Him fee big world fine warrior men, 
 
 Grand cruel king love blood ; 
 Great king ! but Yanko fay what den 
 
 If he no honcft good ? 
 Virtue in foe be virtue (till, 
 
 Fint ftone be found in mine, 
 The fun one dale, as well one hill, 
 
 Make warm where er him fhine. 
 You brodtr him, him brodcr you, 
 
 So all the world fhould call, 
 For nature fay, and flic fay true, 
 
 That men be broder all. 
 If cruel man, like tiger grim, 
 
 Come bold in thirft of blood, 
 Poor man : be noble pity him, 
 
 That he no honed good :
 
 SELECTED SONGS. 73 
 
 Virtue in foe be virtue fUll, 
 
 Fine Hone be found in mine, 
 The fun one dale, as wtli one hill, 
 
 Make warm where er him fliine. 
 
 >M> <S><3><SS> ->.. o 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 I am a joily fifherman, 
 
 I catch what 1 can get, 
 Still going Oil my betters plan, 
 
 All s fifh that comes to net ; 
 riih, juft like men, I ve often caught, 
 
 Crabs, gudgeons, poor John, Codfifh, 
 And many a time to market brought, 
 
 A dev iifli ii^ht of odd fifh. 
 Thus all are fifliermen through life, 
 
 With weary pains and labour, 
 This baits with gold, and that a wife, 
 
 And all to catch his neighbour ; 
 Then praife the jolly fiilierman, 
 
 Who takes what he can get, 
 Still going on his betters p an, 
 
 All s nib. that conies to net. 
 Then pike to catch the little fry, 
 
 Extends his greedy jaw, 
 For all the world as you and I, 
 
 Have feen your men of law ; 
 He who to lazinefs devotes 
 
 His time, is fure a numb fifh, 
 And members who give filent votes 
 
 May fairly be called dumb fifh : 
 Falfe friends to eels, we may compare, 
 
 The roach refembles true ones ! 
 Like gold fifli we find old friends rare, 
 
 Plenty as herrings new ones. 
 
 Then praife, &c. 
 Like fifli then mortals are a trade, 
 
 And trapp d, and fold, and bought ; 
 The old wife and the tender maid 
 
 Are both with tickJing caught ; 
 Indeed the fair are caught, tis faid, 
 
 If you but throw the line in, 
 With maggots, flies, or fomething red, 
 G
 
 74 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Or any tiling that s fhining : 
 WHh finall filh you mult lie in wait 
 
 For th fe of high condition, 
 But tis alone a golden bait 
 
 Can catch a learn d phyfician. 
 Then praife, &c. 
 
 SONG - IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 ARM D with jav lin, arm d with dart, 
 With mighty arm and fteady heart, 
 
 We to the battle go ; 
 Yet, ere we part, 
 
 We join with all our friends fo dear, 
 And fervent adoration pay 
 To the bright orb that gave us day. 
 Then void of fear, 
 
 We rufh to meet the foe : 
 Station d on impervious ground, 
 We watch their number fcatter d round ; 
 The fubilc ambufh then prepare, 
 And fee they fall into the fnare^ 
 Hid as in the woods we lay, 
 They tread the unfufpe&ed way ; 
 Sudden and fierce from every built, 
 Upon the aftonifh d foe we rufh, 
 Bold and refolved : and now around, 
 Hark ! the dreadful war-whoop found, 
 Confufion, terror, and difmay, 
 It fcatters as it wings its way : 
 They fly ! confufion in their train, 
 \ndfiaughter treads the fangivne plain ! 
 Hark of our friends the welcome try, 
 Proclaims for us the victory ? 
 Then fervent adoration pay 
 To the bright orb that gave us day. 
 See the feftive train advance, 
 breathe the mufic, lead the dance J 
 .Sound the cymbals ! 
 Beat the tymbals ! 
 Haftc, in !ad proceffion come 
 To our anxious friends at home, 
 rtn- our reception who prepare, 
 \VIiilc acclamations rend the air,
 
 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 75 
 
 And loudly a whole nation cry, 
 Honour, glory, viiftory. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 dE it known to all tho fe whofoc er it regard?, 
 That we fingers of ballads were a; ways cail d bards; 
 And from Ida to Grub-ftrcet the mi:fes who follow 
 Are each mother s fon (he true fpawn of Apollo : 
 Thus recording great men, or a flea, or a ftar, 
 Or the fpheres, or a jew s-harp, we re all on a par; 
 Nor in this do I tell you a word of a lie, 
 For Homer fu-ng ballads and fo do I. 
 
 Don t you know what the rodent s were great things they 
 
 talk d, 
 
 How they rode upon Pegafus that s to fay, walk d 
 That near kindred gods they drove Phoebus s chariot, 
 The Englifh of which is they Hv d in a garret : 
 And thus they went forward, Diogenes quaff ci, 
 Heraclitus cried, and Democritus laugh d, 
 Menander made multitudes both laugh and cry, 
 But Homer lung ballads and fodo I. 
 Thus did they ftrange whimfical notions purfue, 
 Some argutd on one leg, and fume upon two ; 
 To which laft my pretenfions ate not hypothetic, 
 For tis certainly clear I m a perapatelic : 
 Lycurgus and Solon bout laws made a pother, 
 Which went in at one ear, and then out at t other, 
 Old fongs fuch as mine arc- will nobody buy ? 
 Come, Homer lung ballads and fo do I. 
 Hiflorie was Pliny, and Plato divine, 
 O . id wrote about love, and Anacreon wine, 
 Great. Cicero argued to every man s palate, 
 And when he was out twas a hole in the ballad : 
 Thus to great men of old, who have made fuch a rout, 
 My claim to call coufm I ve fairly made out, 
 And if any hereafter my right fbould deny, 
 Teii em Homer fuug ballads, and fo do I. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE BY-STANDER. 
 
 Look fuir y all the world around, 
 Aij-J, as vuu truth deliver,
 
 76 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 Te!l me what character is found 
 
 A real favoir vivrc ? 
 Who truly merits fobcr fame 
 
 To find you need not wander, 
 None can dete& lire s i raudful gam* 
 
 So well as the By- (lander. 
 The Jover cogs, and palms, and flips, 
 
 The cafy fair to buffle, 
 And ftili to win that Hake her lips, 
 
 Will deal ai.d cut, anil fliuifle : 
 Still i;l he ply each fubile art, 
 
 Tiil he has quite trapann d her, 
 And then is fure to trump her heart, 
 
 If abfent the By-ftandcr. 
 
 Preferment is a bow ing green, 
 
 Where, placed in each petition, 
 Bowis jiift inj; in and out are fecn, 
 
 To reach the Jack ambition, 
 The bias int rcir. ftill they try, 
 
 TwiO, turn, and well meander, 
 Yet their manoeuvres, rub or fly, 
 
 Are known to theBy-ftandcr. 
 
 The law s a game at whift, wherein 
 
 The parties nine are both in, 
 Where tricks alone the game, can win, 
 
 And honours go for nothing : 
 And while they, a fure game to nick, 
 
 Their client s money fquander, 
 Full many more than one odd trick 
 
 Difcovers the By-ltandcr. 
 
 The coxcomb plavs at fhuttlecock, 
 
 The wit commands and queftions, 
 The carping cits to commerce fleck, 
 
 Each follows hisiuggeflions. 
 Yet lie alone who merits fame, 
 
 Who blunts the iliafts of (lander, 
 And on the fquare life s motely game 
 
 Befl p ays is the By-flander. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE GRACES. 
 
 AT firfr. like an infant appearing, 
 V/i:h neither his bow nor his darts,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 To his wiles we attend without ftaiing, 
 Till he creeps by degrees to our he.ms. 
 
 When foon for our folly requited, 
 This gueft the ible matter we find, 
 
 Tor Icarce to the bofom invited, 
 He lords it at will o er the mind. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE GRACES. 
 
 SAY, fluttering heart, 
 Why after days of fwect delight, 
 
 Where confcious innocence bore p.Art, 
 Serene as fmiling morn, peaceful as filvcr night, 
 Or gay as gaudy noon, when Phoebus beams fhonc brigh: 
 
 Say, how one hour, 
 One little iufhint could remove 
 
 That vacant carc efs joy ? what power 
 Indict the torments we now prove ; 
 Cynthia forbid it ever fhould be love. 
 
 Dear goddefs, for fair honour s fake, 
 Relieve the torments we partake ! 
 Teach us to cure our am rous fires, 
 Or tlfe permit us our delires : 
 And this with zealous care perform, 
 Swift as the wind that rules the ftorni ; 
 Swift as the glowing god of day 
 Darts froTi afar a downward ray, 
 And fo :>iall vot rit* to thy praife 
 A thoufand, thousand altars raife. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE HONEST IMPOSTORS. 
 
 THAT girl who fain would chufe a mate, 
 
 Should ne er in fondnefs fail her, 
 May thank her lucky fturs if fate 
 
 Should fplice her to a failor, 
 lie braves the ftorm, the battle s heat, 
 
 The yellow boys to nail her ; 
 Diamonds, if diamonds fhe could est, - 
 
 Would fcek her honed failor. 
 G s,
 
 78 DIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 If Ihc d be conftant, ftill his heart 
 
 She s furs will never fail her ; 
 For, though a thoufknd leagues apart, 
 
 Stiil faithful is her failor. 
 
 Iffhebefalfe, Kill he is kind, 
 
 And abfent docs bewail her, 
 Her trufting T.S he truth the wind, 
 
 Still faithlcfs to the failor. 
 A butcher can procure her prog, 
 
 Three threads to drink a tailor, 
 What s that to buifcuit and to grog, 
 
 Procur d her by her failor. 
 She who would fuch a mate icfufe, 
 
 The devil fure muftaii her; 
 Search round, and, if your wife, you ll chufe 
 
 To wed an honelr failor. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 TWAS in the good fhip Rover 
 
 I fail d the world around, 
 And for three years and over, 
 
 I ne er touch d Britifh ground ; 
 At length in England landed, 
 
 I left the roaring main, 
 Found ail relations ftranded, 
 
 And went to fea again. 
 That time bound ftraight to Portugal, 
 
 Right fore and aft we bore ; 
 But when we made Cape Ortugal, 
 
 A gale blew off the fhore : 
 
 She lay, fo did it fhock her, 
 
 A log upon the main, 
 Till, fav d from Davy s locker, 
 
 We flood to fea ag;>in. 
 Next in a frigate failing;, 
 
 Upon a fqually nighr, 
 Thunder and lightning hailing 
 
 The horrors of the fight, 
 My precious limb was lopp d off, 
 
 I, when they d eas d my pain,
 
 DIBDINS SELECTED SONGS. 79 
 
 Thank d God I was not popp d off, 
 
 And went to fea again. 
 Yet ftill am I enabled 
 
 To bring up in life s rear, 
 Although I m quite difabled, 
 
 And lie in Greenwich tier ; 
 The king, God bhfs his royalty, 
 
 Who fav d me from the main, 
 I ll praifc with love and loyalty, 
 
 But ne er to fea again. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 THE morning breaks, 
 
 Thole ruddy ftreaks 
 Proclaim the opening day, 
 
 With glowing health, 
 
 The fportfman s wealth, 
 Away boys, come away. 
 
 The mellow horn 
 * On the ftill morn 
 Pours founds which echo mocks, 
 
 While following bound 
 
 Man, horfe, and hwund, 
 T unearth the wily fox. 
 
 Hark echo mocks 
 
 The winding horn, 
 
 That on the expanded wing of morn, 
 
 Though fwec-t the found in dreadful yell, 
 
 Tolls out a knell 
 
 To the devoted fox. 
 
 Now off he s thrown, 
 
 The day s our own, 
 See yonder where he takes ; 
 
 To cheat our eyes, 
 
 In vain he tries 
 The rivers and the brakes. 
 
 The mellow horn 
 
 Breaks on the morn, 
 A.nd leads o er hills and rocks; 
 
 While following bound 
 
 Man, horfe, and bound,
 
 So DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 T entiapthe wily fox. 
 
 Hark echo mocks, &c. 
 
 Now, now he s feiz d, 
 
 The dogs well pleas d 
 Behold liis eye-balls roll; 
 
 He yields his breath, 
 
 Anil from his death 
 Is born the flowing bowl. 
 
 The mellow horn 
 
 That through the morn 
 Led over hills and rocks, 
 
 Now founds a call 
 
 To fee the fall 
 Of the expiring fox. 
 
 GLEE IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 COME around me and weep, to your hearts take dcfpiir : 
 
 "I is a caufe that all nature muft mourn, 
 Poor Tiy ss, of love from all had a fharc, 
 
 From our wifhes for ever is torn. 
 That Hylas to whom we look d up for a fmile, 
 
 As we bieffings from heaven would obtain, 
 Whofe form was fo faultlefs, whofe tongue knew no guile, 
 
 Is gone, and our wifhes are vain. 
 
 BALLAD -IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 TIS true the marks of many years 
 Upon my wrinkled front appears, 
 Yet have 1 no fuch idle fears 
 
 This will my fortune fpoi! : 
 Gold fHil fome happinefs bellows, 
 E en where no youthful ardour glows ; 
 For proof dear girl, take thefe rouleaus? 
 And give a fweet fmile. 
 Tis true upon my haggard face 
 No marks of beauty can you trace, 
 Jjor wears my figure ought of grace 
 
 To cnfure the lover s blifs ?
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 81 
 
 Yet am I no fuch horrd fright 
 
 But that bank notes may fet things right, 
 
 Take then thefe bills all drawn at light, 
 
 And give me a fwett kiis. 
 Tis true I know not to be kind. 
 And that within my harden d mind 
 To more a jewel can you find 
 
 Than beauty in my face : 
 But one within this cafket here 
 May make amends, its luftre s clear, 
 Nor iliall I think I ve fo d it dear 
 
 Paid by a fweet embrace. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 COME painter, with thy happieft flight, 
 
 Portray me every grace 
 In that bleft region of delight, 
 
 My charming Silvia s face : 
 And hear me painter, to enhance 
 
 The value of thine art, 
 Steal from her eyes that very glance 
 
 That ftole away my heart, 
 Her forehead paint, in fway and rule, 
 
 Where fits, with pleafure grac d, 
 A form like Venus beautiful, 
 
 And like Diana Chafte : 
 Then paint her cheeks come, paint and gaze, 
 
 Guard well thy heart the vhile, 
 And then her mouth, where Cupid plays 
 
 In an eternal fmile. 
 Next draw prefumptuous painter hold; 
 
 Ah think fi to thee twas given 
 Te paint her bofom? would ft fo bold 
 
 Prcfume to copy heaven ! 
 ,Nay leave the tafk, for tis above ; 
 
 Far, far above thine art ! 
 Her portrait s drawn the painter love, 
 
 The tablet my fond heart.
 
 82 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 ..-<>>~<^<@><j;&>-*> ..v., 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 A Sailor s life s a life of woe, 
 
 He works now late now eariyt 
 Now up and down, now to and fro, 
 
 What then he takes it chcerly : 
 B efi with a fmiling can of grog, 
 If duty call, 
 Stand, rife, or fall, 
 To fate s laft verge he ll jog: 
 
 The cadge to weigh, 
 
 The fliccts belay, 
 He does it with a wiflil 
 
 To heave he lead, 
 
 Or to cat-head 
 The pondrous anchor fifli : 
 
 For while the grog goes round, 
 
 All fenfe of clanger drovm d, 
 
 We dcfpife it to a man : 
 We fing a little, and laugh a little, 
 And work a little, and fwear a little, 
 And fi Idle a little, and foot it a liitle, 
 
 And f\vig the flowing can. 
 
 If howling winds and roaring feas 
 
 Give proof of coming danger, 
 We view the ftorm, our hearts at eafe,. 
 
 For Jack s to fear a ftranger ; 
 B efl with the fmiling grog we fly, 
 Where now below 
 We headlong go, 
 Now rife on mountains high; 
 Spight of the ga e, 
 We hand tfce fail, 
 Or take the needful reef, 
 Or man the deck 
 To clear fome wreck, 
 To five the fhip relief: 
 
 Though perils threat around,. 
 All fenfe of danger drown d, 
 
 We defpifc it to a man. 
 We ling a little, &c.
 
 IBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 83 
 
 But yet think not our fate is hard, 
 
 Though ftorms at fta thus treat us, 
 For coming home, a fweet reward, 
 
 With fmiles our fweetbearts greet us ! 
 NJW too the friendly grog we quafl", 
 Our hin rous toaft, 
 Her we love moft, 
 And paylv fing and laugh : 
 The fails we furl, 
 Then for each girl 
 The petticoat difpl^y; 
 The deck we clear, 
 Then three times cheer, 
 As we their charms furvey ; 
 And thea the grog goes round, 
 Ad fenfe of danger drown d, 
 
 We defpife it to a man : 
 We firg a little, <Stc. 
 
 CATCH IN THE BY-STANDER. 
 
 HERE lies a philofopher, knowing and brave, 
 
 From whom madam nature ne er hid the ieaft wonder, 
 
 Who looking to heaven, tumbled into his grave, 
 And difdain d that fame earth where he rotting lies unde 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 AWAY and join the rendezvous, 
 
 Good fellowship reigns here, 
 joys ftandard flying in your view, 
 T o invite each volunteer. 
 Mark ! pleafures drum 
 Cries come, come, come, 
 Obey the kind falute, 
 The echoing hall 
 Rcfounds the call, 
 To weteome each recruit. 
 Behold the dinner in array, 
 A column it appears;
 
 48 DIBDIN S SELESTED SONGS. 
 
 While pyramids of whips difplay 
 A corps of grenadiers. 
 
 Hark ! pleafure s drum, &c. 
 See rivers, not of blood, poured out, 
 
 But ne&ar, clear and ftrong, 
 Young Ganemede s become a fcout, 
 Hebe an aid-de-camp. 
 
 Hark! pleafure s drum, &c. 
 Mow down the rank.-, fee, fee, they fly, 
 
 Attack them glafs in hand ; 
 Clofe quarters, rally, fi^ht or die, 
 Tis Bacchus gives command. 
 Hark ! pleafures drum, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 To Bachelor s-Hall we good fellows invite, 
 To partake of the chafe that make up our delight ; 
 We have fpirits like fire, and of health, fuch a ftock, 
 That our pulfe ftrike the feconds as true a a clock. 
 Did you fee us, you d fwear, as we mount with a grace, 
 That Diana had dubb dfome new gods of the chafe. 
 Hark away, hark away, all nature looks gay, 
 And Aurora vvith imiles ufherb in the bright day. 
 Dick Thickfet came mounted upon a tine black, 
 A better fleet gelding ne er hunter did hack ; 
 Tom Trig rode a bay, full of mettle and bone, 
 And gaily Bob Buxom rode proud on a roan ; 
 But thehorfe of all horfes that rivali d the day 
 Was the fquire s Neck-or-Nothing, and that was a grey. 
 Hark away, &c. 
 
 Then for hounds, there was Nimble, fo well thatclimbs rocks, 
 
 And Cocknofe, a good one at fceming a fox, 
 
 Little Plunge, like a mole who will ferret and fearch, 
 
 And beetlc-brow d HawkWye, fo de.id at a urch. 
 
 Young Sly-lo;;ks, \\ho fcents the Itrong breeze from the 
 
 fouth, 
 And mufical Echo-xvellj with his deep mouth. 
 
 Hark away, &c. 
 
 Our horfes thus a!! of the very bell of Wood, 
 Tis not likely you ll eaiily find fuch a ftud :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 85 
 
 And for hounds our opinions with thoufands we d back, 
 That all England throughout can t produce fuch a pack. 
 Thus, having defcribed you dogf, horfes, and crew, 
 Away we fet off, for the fox is in view. 
 Hark away, &c. 
 
 Sly renard s brought home, while the horns found a call, 
 
 And now you re all welcome to Bachelor s Hall, 
 
 The fav ry firloin grateful fmoaks on the board, 
 
 And Bacchus pours wine from his favourite hoard. 
 
 Come on then, do honour to this jovial place, 
 
 And enjoy the fweet pleafures that fpring from the chafe ; 
 
 Hark away, hark away, while cur fyirits are gay, 
 
 Let us drink to the joys of the next coming day. 
 
 BALLAD IK THE ODDITIES. 
 
 LET bards elate, 
 
 Of Sue and Kate 
 And Moggy take their fill O, 
 . And pleas d rehearfe 
 
 In jingling verfe 
 The lafs of Richmond hill O : 
 
 A lafs more bright 
 
 My am rous flight, 
 Impell d by love s fond workings, 
 
 Shall loudly ling, 
 
 Like any thing, 
 Tis charming Peggy Perkins. 
 
 Some men compare 
 
 The favourite fair 
 To every thing in nature ; 
 
 Her eyes divine 
 
 Are fun* that fhine, 
 And fo on with each feature. 
 
 Leave, leave, ye fools, 
 
 The hackneyed rules, 
 And all fuch fubtle quirkings, 
 
 Sun, moon, and ftars 
 
 Are alia farce, 
 "Compar d to Peggy Perkins.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Each twanging dart 
 
 That through my heart 
 From Cupid s bow hasmorric d, 
 
 Were it a tree, 
 
 Why I fhould he 
 For all the world a foreft ; 
 
 Five hundred fops, 
 
 With fhrugs and hops, 
 And leers, and fmiles, and fmirkings, 
 
 Mod willing flic 
 
 Would leave for me, 
 Oh what a Peggy Perkins. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 TVVAS Saturday night the twinkling flan, 
 
 Shone on the rippling fea, 
 No duty call d the jovial tars, 
 
 The helm was lalh d a-lee ; 
 The ample can acLirii d the board : 
 
 Prepar d to fee it out, 
 Each gave the lafs that he ador d, 
 
 And pufli d the grog about. 
 Cried hone ft Ton 1 , my Peg I ll toaft, 
 
 A frigate neat and trim, 
 All jolly Portfmouth s favourite boaft : 
 
 I d venture life and limb. 
 Sail fcven long years, and ne er fee land, 
 
 With daunt lef> heart and ftout, 
 So tight a veflel to command 
 
 Then pufli the grog about. 
 
 I ll give, cried little Jack, my Poll, 
 
 Sailing in comely ftate, 
 Top gan tfails fet, fhe is fo tall, 
 
 She looks like a firft rate : 
 All ! would flit take her Jack in tow, 
 
 A voyage for life throughout, 
 .No better birth I d wifh to know, 
 
 Then pufli the grog about. 
 
 I ll give, cried I, my charming Nan, 
 Trim,-handfomc, neat, and tight,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SON ? GS. Sy 
 
 What joy fo fine as fhip to mnn, 
 
 She is my heart s delight ! 
 So well flie bears the ftorms of life, 
 
 I d fail the world throughout", 
 Brave every toil for fuch a wife, 
 
 Then pufh the grog about. 
 Thus to defcribe Poll, Peg, or Nau, 
 
 Each his beft manner tried ; 
 Till, fummoivd by the empty can, 
 
 They to their hammocks hied : 
 Yet flill did they their vigils keep, 
 
 Though the huge can was out, 
 For, in foft vifions gentle fieep 
 
 btill pufh d the grog about 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 THAN marriage and mufic can ought bz more like ? 
 
 Both are bound and cemented by ftrong chords: 
 Hymen s chains, tho they gall, yet with ccftafy fhike, 
 
 Exactly like difcords and concords : 
 Like hooting of owls and of bats on the w/ng, 
 
 Strife all wedding happinefs garble?, 
 But when hearts born for p cafure in unifon fing, 
 
 Tis the mellow-ton d nightingale warbles. 
 
 When the wife or the hufband a note founds too fliarp, 
 
 In alt both imtnediateiy foar ; 
 On family diicords they mutually harp, 
 
 Nor will either come down a note lower. 
 Thus like hooting, &c. 
 
 All harmony s powers in wedlock we trace, 
 
 Dutch harmony, not Italiano ; 
 She thunders the counter, he grumbles the bafs, 
 
 And the children fquall out the foprano. 
 Thus like, &c. 
 
 RONDEAU - IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 ALAS where fliall I comfort find ? 
 My peace is gone, diflrtfled my mind,
 
 DIBDINS SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 My heart beats high, 
 1 know not why, 
 Poor heart ! ah me, ah me ! 
 So tender, artlefs, and fo young, 
 ! liften d to his fiatt ring tongue, 
 Nor did I e er 
 Stifpeill a fnare 
 From one who went to fea. 
 For failors kind and honed arc, 
 They injured virtue make their care, 
 One, only one, did e er depart 
 Fiom that prov d rule, and hr, 
 Ah me I 
 V/as born to break my fiuiple heart. 
 
 Alas, &c. 
 
 When abfent from my longing arms, 
 Each hour ws fraught with new alarmsj 
 Each rifing morn beheld my tears, 
 The fofttft breeze, ia my fond fears, 
 Did the horizon flraight deform, 
 And zephyr grew into a ftorm : 
 Yet to be cheated of my blifs. 
 And was I then fo kind for this ? 
 Alas,&c. 
 
 BALLAD IK THE ODDITIES. 
 
 HOW much I love thee girl would ft knew, 
 Better than rofin loves the bow, 
 Than treble fliriil the growling bafs 
 Or fpruce guitars a tawdry caie. 
 No more then let us folo jjlay, 
 To Hymen s temple jig away, 
 There when we get, 
 In a duet, 
 
 Of pleafure will we take our fwing, 
 Joy s fiddle ("hall play, 
 Love s bells iliall ring : 
 Ard while \vc celebrate the day, 
 We ll frfk away, 
 And .ai gli .^ P !a } 
 And dance and fiug, 
 -. : fiilk away li -e any thing.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 89 
 
 I love thee more, I really think, 
 Than dancers jigs, or fiddlers drink; 
 Than dancing-maflers love a kit, 
 Or jolly failors fal dral tit. 
 
 No more then, &c* 
 I love thee Griddy Oh much more 
 Than fingers love a loud encore, 
 Than curates crowdies love to fcralch, 
 Or roaring drunkards love a catch. 
 
 No more then, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 THE wind was hufli d, the fleecy wave 
 Scarcely the VcffeTs fides could lave, 
 When in the mizen top his fland 
 Tom Ciueline taking, 1 pieil the land. 
 Oh what reward for all his toil ! 
 Once mere he views his native foil, 
 Once more he thanks indulgent fate, 
 That brings him to his bonny Kate. 
 Soft as the fighs of Zephyr flow, 
 Tender and plaintive as her woe, 
 Serene was the attentive eve, 
 That heard Tom s bonny Kitty grieve. 
 Oh what avails. cried fl;c, my pain ? 
 He s fwailow d in the greedy main : 
 Ah never lliall I welcome home, 
 With tender joy, my honei t Tom. 
 Now high upon the faithful fhroud, 
 The land awhile that feem d a cloud, 
 AVhile objects from the mi ft arife, 
 A feafl prefent Tom s longing eyes. 
 A riband near his heart which lay, 
 Now fee him on his hat difplay, 
 The given fign to fliew that fate 
 Had brought him fafe to bonny Kate, 
 Near to a cliff, whofe heights command 
 A profpeift of the fhelly flrand, 
 While Kitty fate and fortune blam d, 
 Sudden, vith rapture, H-.e exclaim d, 
 H 2
 
 90 DIBDIN S SELECTEB SONGS. 
 
 But fee, oh heaven! a fhip in view, 
 My Tom appears among the crew, 
 The pledge he fwore to bring fafe home, 
 Streams on his hat tis honed Tom. 
 
 What now remains were eafy told, 
 Tom comes, his pockets lin d with gold, 
 Now rich enough no more to roam, 
 To ferve his king, he flays at home. 
 Recounts each toil, and (hews each fear, 
 While Kitty and her conftarit tar 
 With rev rence teach to blefs their fates 
 Young honeft Toms and bonny Kates. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 Y/HY I be fquire Ned of Gobble-hall, 
 
 I be come to London town with father, 
 And they that little I a goofe goes to call, 
 Should call me a fox much rather. 
 I be filcnt and fly, 
 And cnnningjand dry, 
 And with a kawk s-eye 
 I o watch what s faid and done am ready \ 
 So they that gots to hope 
 To hang me for a fool, 
 Will find in the rope 
 A knave, that lie wool : 
 So you never muft 
 To faces truft, 
 For I be fly, 
 And queer, and dry 
 And they that thinks to make a fool of I, 
 
 Are all dcceiv d in little Neddy. 
 When the comely captain on his knees I find> 
 
 Who to mother has vow d, and kifs d her 
 Why tis nothing more than kind after kind, 
 For the dancing- mafter kifTes fifler: 
 So they thinks me to choufe, 
 \Vhite I goes about the houfe, 
 As tame as a moufe, 
 tiy the nick name of fimplc Teddy ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 91 
 
 But tis all one to me 
 If, in day time, d ye fee, 
 They meets iheir fpark, 
 I kifs maids in the dark, 
 So you never muft 
 To faces truft, &c. 
 If father be in love with a bouncing damc> 
 
 Thinking I be a lout, and no better, 
 He fpells me out good madam s name, 
 And gives me a guinea and a letter, 
 What docs I do, d ye think ? 
 To myfelf while I wink, 
 I pockets the chink, 
 
 Burns the letter, and makes love to the lady : 
 Thus, while down to the ground, 
 1 tricks them all round, 
 Pretty fifter and mamma, 
 And my reverend pappa : 
 So you never muft 
 To faces trufr, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES, 
 
 BEN Eackftay lov d the gentle Anna, 
 
 Conftant as purity was the, 
 Her honey words, like fucc ring manna, 
 
 Cheer d him each voyage he made to fea. 
 One fatal morning faw them parting, 
 
 Whiie each the other s Ibrrow clued, 
 They, by the tear that then was fbrting, 
 
 Vow d to be conflant till they died. 
 At diftance from his Anna s beauty, 
 
 While howling winds the fky deform, 
 Een fighs, and well performs his duty, 
 
 And" braves for love tlie frightful fiorm : 
 Alas in vain the veffel batter d, 
 
 On a rock fplitting, open d wide, 
 Whilt lacerated, torn, and lhattcr d, 
 
 Ben thought of Anna, figh d, and died. 
 The femblance of each charming feature, 
 
 That Ben had worn around his neck, 
 Where art flood fubftitute for nature, 
 
 A tar, his friead, fav d from the wreck,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 In fervent hope while Anna, burning, 
 Blufli d as fhe wiih d to be a bride, 
 
 The portrait came, joy turn d to mourning, 
 She faw, grew pale, funk down, and died ! 
 
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 BALLAD - IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 ABERGAVNEY is fine, Aberiflwith alfo, 
 And the lafTes it is fine when to market they go ; 
 The birds and the pretty finches fingfine in the grove, 
 But the fineft bird of all is that little rogue luff, 
 Luff me I pray you now, luff me as your life, 
 And Taffy and Griddy fhall foop be man and wife. 
 The mountains are high, and the fallies are low, 
 And from Radnor to Glamorgan s a long fay to co ; 
 But I d co, and I d run, and I d fly, and I d rove, 
 If when I came there I fliould meet with my luff. 
 Luff me, &c. 
 
 Toil and labour is hard, and the time s very long, 
 From the lark s pretty chant to the nightingale s fong, 
 But I d toi and I d labour throughout the whole year, 
 And think it a day, were I blcft with my dear. 
 Luff me, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 RESPLENDENT gleam d the ample moon, 
 
 Rt-fle&ed on the glitt ring ice, 
 The bell proclaim d night s awful noon, 
 
 And fcarce a ripple fnook the fea, 
 When thus, for fai lors, nature s care, 
 
 What education has denied, 
 Are of ftrong fenfe, a bounteous fhare 
 
 By obfcrvation well fupplied : 
 While thus, in bold and honeft guife, 
 
 For wifdom mov d h s tongue, 
 Drawing from reafon comfort s drop 
 
 In truth and fair reflection wife, 
 
 Right cheerfully fimg 
 Little Ben that kept his watch on the main top.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 93 
 
 Why fliould the hardy tar complain ? 
 Tis certain true lie weathers rftorc 
 From dangers on the roaring main 
 
 Than lazy lubbers do afhore. 
 Ne er let the noble mind defpair, 
 
 Though roaring feai run mountains high, 
 All things are built with equal care, 
 Firfl rate or wherry, man or fly : 
 If there s a power that never errs, 
 
 And certainly tis fo 
 For honeft hearts what comfort s drop 
 As well as kings and emperors, 
 
 Why not take in tow 
 
 Little Ben that keeps his watch in the main top ? 
 What though to diftant climes I roam, 
 
 Far from my darling Nancy s charms, 
 The fweeter is my welcome home, 
 
 To blifsful moorings in her arms. 
 Perhaps fhe on that fober moon 
 
 A lover s obfervation takes, 
 And longs that little Ben may foon 
 
 Relieve that heart which forely achs. 
 Ne er fear, that power that never errs, 
 
 That guards all things below 
 
 HOT hontfl hearts what comfort s drop 
 
 As well as kings and emperors, 
 
 Will furely take in tow 
 Little Ben, that keeps his watch in the main top, 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 CROWN me Bacchus, mighty god, 
 
 The vidlory is thine, 
 Cupid s bow yields to thy rod, 
 
 And love fubmits to wine : 
 Love, the dream rf idle boys, 
 
 That makes the fage an afs, 
 Love cannot vie with thofc fweet jcy 
 
 That crown the fparkling g!afs, 
 To plunge in care Itt lovers v,-hine. 
 
 Such, fools whw will be may^
 
 94 
 
 Good fellows glafs in hand combine 
 
 To drive pale care away : 
 With grief of heart, how many a boy 
 
 Goes mad to pleafe fome lafs ; 
 We too go mad, but tis with joy, 
 
 Fir d by the fparkling glafs. 
 How many dangle OR a tree 
 
 Who buckle to love s tether, 
 True to our honeft purpofe we 
 
 Hang too, but tis together : 
 The lover numbers, by his fighs, 
 
 The moments as they pafs, 
 We count them in a way more wife. 
 
 By putting round the glafs. 
 See in his cage the hufband fing;, 
 
 Wife, children, fquall fonorous, 
 We make the air and glaffes ring, 
 
 While finging freedom s chorus : 
 No never fhall prefutnptuous love 
 
 The joys of wine furpafs, 
 Worn out by bickerings, even Jove 
 
 Seeks Bacchus and his glafs. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 OF the ancients is t fpeaking my foul you d be after, 
 
 That they never got how came you fo ? 
 Would you feiioufly make the good folks die with laughter ? 
 
 To be fure their dogs tricks we don t know. 
 Wid your fmalliliow noufenfe, and all your queer bodderns, 
 
 Since whifky s a liquor divine, 
 To be fure the old ancients, as well as the moderns, 
 
 Did not love a fly fup of good wine. 
 Apicius and ^Efop, as authors affare us, 
 
 Would fwig till as drunk as a beaft, 
 Den what do you link of that rogue Epicurus ? 
 
 Was not he a tight hand at a fcaft ! 
 
 Wid your fmalliliow, &c. 
 Alexander the Great, at his banquets who drank hard, 
 
 When he no more worlds could fubdue, 
 Shed tears to be fare, but twas tears of the tankard,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 95 
 
 To refrefh i .1 - and pray would not you ? 
 
 \Via i iow, &c. 
 
 Den dat tother old tei.ow they call d Ariftotle, 
 
 Such a devil of a tipler was he, 
 
 Tint one night, having taken too much of his bottle, 
 The taef ftagger d inio the fea. 
 Wid your fmaliiliow, &c. 
 
 Den they made what they call of their wine a libation, 
 
 Which, as all authority quotes, 
 They threw on the ground, inufha what buderation, 
 
 To be fure twas not thrown down their treats. 
 Wid your fmaliiliow, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 I fail d from the Downs in the Nancy, 
 
 My jib how flie fmack d through the breeze, 
 She s a veflel as tight to my fancy 
 
 As ever fail d on the fait fcas. 
 So adieu to the white cliffs of Briton, 
 
 Our girls, and our dear native Ihore, 
 For if fome hard rock we fhould fplit on, 
 
 We fhall never fee them any more. 
 But failors were born for all weathers, 
 
 Great guns let it blow high, blow low, 
 Our duty keeps us to our tethers, 
 
 And where the gale drives we muft go. 
 When we entcr d the gut of Gibraltar, 
 
 I verily thought flie d have funk, 
 For the wind fo began for to altar, 
 
 She yaw d jufl as thof flie was drunk. 
 The fquall tore the mainfail to fhivers, 
 
 Helm ?. weather the hoarfe boatfwain cries, 
 Brace the forefail athwart, fee flic quivers, 
 
 As through the rough tcmpcft flie flies. 
 But failors, <Scc. 
 
 The ftorm came on thicker an 1 fafter, 
 As black jufl as pitch was the fky. 
 
 When truly a doleful difafter 
 Bcfel three poor failors and I.
 
 96 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Ben Buntline, Sam Shroud, and Dick Handfail, 
 
 By a blaft that came furious and hard, 
 Juft while we were furling the mainfail, 
 
 Were ev ry foul fvvept from the yard. 
 
 But failors, &c. 
 Poor, Ben, Sam, and Dick cried peccavi, 
 
 As for I, at the rifle of my neck, 
 While they funk down in peace to old Davy, 
 
 Caught a rope, and fo landed on deck. 
 Well vvhat would you have, we were ftranded, 
 
 And out of a fine jolly crew 
 Of three hundred that fail d, never landed 
 
 But I and I think twenty-two. 
 
 But failors, &c. 
 After thus we at fea had mifcarried, 
 
 Another guefs way fat the wind, 
 For to England I came, and got married 
 
 To a lafs that was comely and kind ! 
 But whether for joy or vexation 
 
 We know not for what we were born, 
 Perhaps I may find a kind ftation, 
 
 Perhaps I may touch at Cape Horn. 
 For failors, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 SURE ent the world a mafquerade, 
 
 Wid fhrugs and queer grimaces, 
 Wliere all mankind a roaring trade 
 
 Drive underneath bare faces ? 
 Pray don t the lover, let me aflc, 
 
 Hid by a fafcine battery, 
 Steal hearts away ? and what s his mafic ? 
 
 To be fure it is not flattery. 
 Then join the general mafquerade, 
 
 That men and manners traces, 
 To be fure the beft maflcs dat are made 
 
 For cheating ent bare faces. 
 
 Weigh yonder lawyer I ll be bail, 
 
 So able are his talents, 
 The devil himfelf, in t other fcale, 
 
 Would quickly kick the balame-
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 97 
 
 See that friar to a novice preach, 
 
 To hoHncfs to win her, 
 Their raalks dropt off, what are they each ? 
 
 He a taef and flic a firmer. 
 
 To be fure they ent, &c- 
 
 Fcr her hufband fee yon widow cry, 
 
 She ll never have another; 
 By my foul fhc weeps wid but one eye, 
 
 For flic s leering with the tother. 
 Yon courtier fee, who, in a crack, 
 
 Will promife fifty places, 
 By my foul his friends fcarce turn their back 
 
 .But lie laughs before their faces. 
 To be fure he don t, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - 11$ THE ODDITIES. 
 
 DEAR Yanko fay, and true he fay, 
 
 All mankind, one and t other, 
 Negro, mulatto, and malay, 
 
 Through all the world be broder. 
 In black, in yellow, what difgrace, 
 
 That fcandal f he ufe em ? 
 For dere no virtue in de face, 
 
 De virtue in the bofoni. 
 Dear Yanko fay, c. 
 
 What harm dere in a fhape or make ? 
 
 What harm in ugly feature ? 
 Whatever colour, form, he take, 
 
 The heart make human creature, 
 Then black and cepper both be friend, 
 
 No colour he bring beauty, 
 For beauty Yanko fay attend 
 
 On him who do him duty. 
 Dear Yanko fay, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IK THE ODDITIES, 
 
 I Yi jolly Dick the lamplighfcr, 
 They fay the fun s my dad,
 
 98 D1BDI\ S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And truly I believe it, fir, 
 
 For I m a pretty lail. 
 Father and I the world delight, 
 
 And make it look fo gay, 
 The difference is I lights by night, 
 
 And father lights by day. 
 But father s not the likes of I 
 
 For knowing life and fun, 
 For I queer tricks and fancies fpy 
 
 Folks never fhe\v the fun : 
 Rogues, owls, and bats can t bear the light, 
 
 I ve heard your wife ones fay, 
 And fo d ye mind I fees at night 
 
 Things never fees by day. 
 At night men lay afide all art, 
 
 As quite a ufclefs tafk, 
 And many a face and many a heart 
 
 Will then pull off the mafk : 
 Each formal prude and holy wight 
 
 Will throw difguife away, 
 And fin it openly all night 
 
 Who fainted it all day. 
 His darling hoard the mifcr views, 
 
 "MifTes from friends decamp, 
 And many a ftatefman mifchief brews 
 
 To his country o er his lamp : 
 So father and f> d ye take me right, 
 
 Are juft on the fame lay, 
 I bare-iac d fianers light by night, 
 
 And he falfe faints by day. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 SWEET is the dew-drop on the thorn, 
 That, like a prifni, rt-fle<ti the morn; 
 Sweet is ilic cheering folar ray, 
 That compafTes the ample day : 
 Sweet is the balmy evening s clofe, 
 That iluits the foliage of the rofe : 
 Thde to creation joys impart 
 Like thofe which warm the grateful heart.
 
 DTBDIN S SELECTED GONGS. 99 
 
 The little fongfters on the fyr.iv 
 Spontaneous chant their gnueful lav, 
 Or, to the pebbly rivu et driven, 
 They fip, and lift their heads to heaven; 
 <) , for the worm or infecSt fiy, 
 "< teed their craving progeny : 
 Feelings a leflon that impart 
 To Simulate the grateful heart. 
 Mark vegetation, wond rous fight ! 
 Sec how the germ breaks into tight ! 
 The fruitful fhower the tree receives, 
 And frefher green adorns its leaves: 
 Man cultivates the grateful foil, 
 And flowers and fruit reward his toil : 
 Plants, birds, all nature thus impart 
 Joys fuch as warm the grateful heart, 
 
 SONG IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 FIRST chufe a pretty melody, 
 
 To take in all the flats : 
 Then change your drift, 
 
 And fuddenly 
 Prepare to fiiift 
 
 The key ; 
 Then growl 
 Like dogs, and mio\*I 
 
 Like cats : 
 
 Then chatter like monkies now low, anil now iiiglt, 
 Then whine and then figh, 
 
 And all through the nofe, 
 And. then fwina and die, 
 
 And tHen come to a clofe. 
 Among the flats and fharps now a tedious journey travel,. 
 
 Then Idle yourfe f in knots of chords, 
 And then thofe knots unravel : 
 
 Then figh, and die, 
 And faint in blifs extatic, 
 
 And then the halftones try, 
 For a touch of the chromatic. 
 Then where you fet out come again, 
 And now you re welcome home agaia
 
 TOO DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Then once more the melody, 
 
 To take in all the flats: 
 Then change your driu, 
 
 And fuddeply 
 Prepare 10 iliift 
 
 Tin; key; 
 TSicn gmwi 
 Like <ij;;5, and miowl 
 
 Like cats, 
 Then chatter iikc ruonkics now Io\v ; and now 
 
 And all Uirc.ugh the nofe; 
 And tlit-n fwim and die, 
 And then come to a clofe. 
 Yet not lhabbily, 
 But with a fine contabile, 
 In which go high and low boy, 
 S;ill follow d by the hautboy, 
 
 And ai! through the nofe, 
 And then fwim aad die, 
 
 And then come to a clofc. 
 
 BALLAD - IK THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 I AM the world s epitome, 
 
 Look round it, and then fay, 
 Nature and man may Tit to me, 
 
 Their likencfs to pourtray : 
 As nature, in her motley round, 
 
 O t ihit ts from day to night, 
 So lickle man is varying found, 
 
 .Stiii changing wrong and right. 
 
 The application s prompt and ripe, 
 1 of all nature am the type, 
 
 So turn me round, 
 
 1 (hail be found, 
 From riglu to left, and left to right, 
 
 Look how you will, 
 
 To vary dill, 
 
 From white to black, and black to white. 
 Dn but that learned counfel fee, 
 Who proves tnat wr^ng is right,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 101 
 
 And prefently augment his fee, 
 
 His argument lakes flight : 
 And now, unfwearing what he fwore, 
 
 The burden of his long 
 Reverfes what he laid before, 
 
 And proves that right is wrong. 
 The application s prompt and rips, 
 I of that lawyer am the type : 
 For turn me round, ike. 
 Behold yon lordly ttsttcfman frown, 
 
 At mention of a bribe, 
 As if difgrnce it had brought down 
 
 On him and all his tribe : 
 But left behind, he ll inflant feize 
 
 Upon the well-fill d fack, 
 Nor could the tfrength of Hercules 
 
 Have power to get it back. 
 The application s prompt and ripe, 
 1 of that fta x-fman am the type : 
 
 For turn me round, &c- 
 When bafking in profperity, 
 
 Each friend to ferve you burns, 
 And buafting his fmcerity, 
 The imiliiig white iide turns : 
 
 But let uncertain fortune frown, 
 
 And take her blciliags back, 
 luftant the friciidiy white is flowi, 
 
 And every man looks black. 
 
 The application s prompt and ripe, 
 1 of all nature am the- type : 
 For turn me round, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 WHAT a plague cried young Colin would Chloe be at? 
 
 I ne er will be caught in a noofe : 
 Odds wounds I m reiolv d, and who d wager gainfl that, 
 
 Wt re it even a guinea, he d lofe. 
 I told the young baggage, fays I, to her face, 
 Toy as much as you will, but no piieft fliall fay gr?.cc. 
 I z
 
 102 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Cry d young Thyrfis, pray Colin this blu fteringholc!. 
 
 What you ve utter d is only through fear ; 
 In the abfcnce of danger all cowards feel bold, 
 
 But you d foon change your tone were flie near : 
 She has honour and truth, and I fay t to your face, 
 With her you ll ne er toy till the prieft fhall fay grace. 
 Away then cried Colin a foldier I ll go, 
 
 In each quarter to find out a wife ; 
 I ll roar and I ll rant, rake a little, or fo, 
 
 But no one fhall fnap me for life ; 
 For in fpite of their fancies, I ll fay t to their face, 
 Toy as much as you v.-ill, but no prieft fhall fay grace. 
 As he utter d thofe words, charming Chloe came by, 
 
 Unaffected and lovely as May ; 
 Adieu then poor Colin cried fhe, with a figh, 
 
 While the fun fliiues begone and make hay. 
 Cried Thyrlis, d ye hear, you may well hide your face ! 
 Withfuch beauty would fl toy till the prieft fliould fay grace. 
 Odd rot it, cried Colin, wool let me alone, 
 
 With vexaton my heart how it boils; 
 Why for her peace of mind I would forfeit my new 
 
 Woot forgive me fweet Chloe ? She fnsiles. ! 
 See, fee glad confent lightens up in her face ! 
 Then let us to church, where the pritft ilali f.iy grace. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 WHAT thef I be a country clrnvr , 
 
 For all the fufs that you mak?, 
 One need not to be born in tov.-n 
 
 To knew what two and two make : 
 S.juire fop there thinks his empty pate 
 
 Worth all ours put together, 
 But how can that have any weight 
 
 That s only made of feadv. . 
 T.ien duont ye be fo proud, c. ye fee, 
 
 It ent a thing that s fuiting; 
 C ;n one than tothtr better be, 
 
 When both are on a footing ? 
 Now here s a man who leas and land 
 
 Has dreamt that he can crofs ever,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 103 
 
 That all the world s at his command, 
 
 For he s a great philofopher : 
 That to each i ecret he no bars 
 
 E er finds but can unlock it, 
 And conjure down the moon and flars, 
 
 And put them in his pocket: 
 But when you ve caught him where s the prize 
 
 So mighty to the getter ? 
 For fartin he can make us wife, 
 
 But can he make" us better ? 
 
 My lady there, becaufe flic s drefs d 
 
 In lappets, frils, and flounces, 
 See how with pride her flutt ring breaft 
 
 Throbs, heaves, "and jumps, and bounces. 
 And then tis faid they makes a face, 
 
 New fpick and fpan each feature. 
 As if they thought that a difgrace 
 
 That s ready made by nature. 
 The money for a head fo high, 
 
 Such fcotlops and fuch carving, 
 Would keep an honeft family 
 
 A month or more from ftarving. 
 As for the doctors and their pill, 
 
 Odds waimds I can t endure them, 
 For fartin they their patients kill 
 
 More oftener than they cure them. 
 And as for matter poet here, 
 
 Who writes for fame and glory, 
 I thinks as he s a little queir 
 
 Poor foul in the upper ftory. 
 I ve yet another wipe to fpare, 
 
 For wounds I ll give no quarter, 
 Next time you d find a fool, take care 
 
 You do not catch a taratr. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 TO look upon dreP, upon fliew, upon biith, 
 As, the nobleft diltinction of life, 
 
 On riches as all that give pieafurc on earth, 
 Audtl.at only cure forrow and ftriie;
 
 104 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And though to thefe maxims tme might fay quoi l/on, 
 
 Yet this is the Hfe of a lady of too. 
 
 Stale virtue and vice to erafe from their lift, 
 
 Thole of life make a pitiful part, 
 Things certainly in people s mouths that exift, 
 
 But have nothing to do with the heart : 
 To maxims like thefe one may \\c\l lay jut! bn, 
 Ytt tlJs is the lift- of a lady of ton. 
 
 Upon prudence as vulgar, and honcfly low, 
 
 On each man of merit a brute, 
 As an angel an ape, or, tis all one, a beau, 
 
 Drefl out in an elegant iuit ; 
 To maxims like thefe one may well fay qoi hi. 
 Yet this is the life of a lady of ton. 
 To be fhort in a church as the be ft place to make 
 
 Appointments, or charms to difplay. 
 And the time moft commode of all others to take 
 
 On Sunday for cheating at p ay : 
 Thcfe maxims tis certain nefant fas trap fc, 
 Yet this is the life of a lady ef tun. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 I WAS, d ye fee, a waterman, 
 As tight and fpruce as any, 
 Twixt Richmond town 
 And Horfley down 
 I earn cl an honeft penny : 
 None could of lortune s favours brag 
 
 More than could lucky I, 
 T.ly cot wasfnug, well fill d my cagj 
 Mv srunter in the fly : 
 \\ "ith wherry tight 
 And hofom light 
 I cheerfully did row, 
 
 And, to complete this princely lift, 
 bure never man had friend and wile 
 Like my Poll and my partner Jae. 
 I roll d in joys like thefe awhile, 
 Folks far and near carrefs d me. 
 Till, woe is me, 
 So lubberly 
 The prefs-^.tig came and prefs d me :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 105 
 
 How could I a lthefc pleafarcs leave ? 
 
 How withr.iy wherry part ? 
 1 never fo took on to grieve, 
 It wrung my very heart. 
 But when on hoard 
 They ga\ e the woid, 
 To foreign parts to go, 
 
 1 ru d the moment I was horn, 
 That ever I fhould thus be torn 
 From ir.y Poll and my partner Jv>e. 
 1 did my duty manfully 
 While on the billows rolling, 
 And, night ordiy, 
 
 Could find my way 
 Blindfold to the main-top bowling : 
 Thus all the dangers of the main, 
 Qnickfands and gales of wind, 
 I brav d, in hopes to tafte again 
 The joys 1 left behind : 
 In clime* afar, 
 The hoteft war, 
 Pour d brcadfides on the foe, 
 In hopes thefe perils to relate, 
 As by my fide attentive fate, 
 My Poll and my partner Joe. 
 At lair, it plcaf d his majefty 
 To give peace to the nation, 
 And honeft hearts 
 From foreign parts, 
 Came home for confolation : 
 Like lightning for 1 felt new life, 
 
 Now i afe from all alarms 
 J rufh d, and found my friend and v/ife, - 
 Lo:k d in each ether s arms ! 
 Vet fancy wot 
 I bftre my lot 
 Tame like a lubber : No ; 
 
 For feeing I was finely trick d. 
 Plump to the devil 1 fairly ktck ci 
 My Poll and my partner Toe.
 
 i6 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 BALLAD. 
 
 COTCHELIN fat all alone, 
 
 Devil a foul IK lick her, 
 While from Taddy, who was gone, 
 
 Oceans did divide her ; 
 His pipes, which flic d been ufed to hear, 
 
 Cartlefs left behind him, 
 She thought flie d try, her woes to cheer, 
 
 Till once again flic d fir- 5 him. 
 Twill not do, you loudle i 
 
 Arrah now he aefy, 
 Tad was horn with grief to make 
 
 Cotchelin run crazy. 
 She takes them up, and lays them down, 
 
 And now her bofom s panting, 
 And now flic d figh, and now ihe d frown, 
 
 Caze why? dere s fomething wanting : 
 And now fhe plays the pipes again, 
 
 The pipes of her dear Taddy, 
 And makes them tune his favourite ftrain, 
 
 Arrah be aefy Paddy. 
 Ah twill not do, you loodle loo, 
 
 Arrah now be aefy, 
 Tad was born with grief to make 
 
 Cotchelin run crazy. 
 Tadcly from behind a bufli, 
 
 Where he d long been liftening, 
 Now like lightening forth did rufli, 
 
 His eyes with with pleaft re glifle^ing, 
 Snatching up his pints, be pl-ay d, 
 
 Pouring out his pleai urc, 
 While halt delighted, half afraid, 
 
 l .\.f. tlic time did mcaiure : 
 Ah well will do ibis loddle loo, 
 
 Arrah now be: aefy, 
 Ta;l was born with joy to make 
 
 Cotcheiiu run crazy. 
 
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 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES. 
 
 HERE, a iheer hulk, lies poor Tom Botding, 
 The darling of our crew,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 No more he ll hear the tempeft howling, 
 For death has broach d him too : 
 
 His form was of the manlieft beauty, 
 His heart was kind ami foft, 
 
 Faithful below he did his duty, 
 And now he s gone aloft. 
 
 Tom never from his word departed, 
 
 His virtues were fo rare, 
 His friends were many, and true-hearted, 
 
 His Poll was kind and fair : 
 And then he d fing fo blithe and jolly, 
 
 Ah many s the time and oft ! 
 But mirth is turn d to melancholy, 
 
 For Tom is gone aloft. 
 Yet fhall poor Tom find plcafant weather, 
 
 When he who all commands 
 Shall give, to call life s crew together, 
 
 The word to pipe all hands. 
 Thus death, who kings and tars difpatchcs, 
 
 In vain Tom s life had dofF d ; 
 For though his body s under hatches, 
 
 His foul is gone aloft. 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 THE ftorm had ceas d, the veffel, ftriving, 
 
 Lay on the frightful breakers, torn, 
 When the drowifd crew fcarcely furviving, 
 
 Jack pin d his deftiny forlorn ; 
 Where are thofe friend* whom late I cherifh d, 
 
 That manly, neble, honeft band, 
 Ah do I live, my mefTVn.ircs r;;rifh d, 
 
 To wail them in a foreign land. 
 Where is my love, my charming Kitty, 
 
 Alas unmindful of my Jjrief, 
 To others woes fhe gives her pity, 
 
 Nor thinks her Jack moft wants relief. 
 But fee v hat numbers curious thronging, 
 
 To view our mis ry, crowd the ftrand . 
 Hard fate s perhaps my life prolonging, 
 
 For murder in a foreign land.
 
 io8 DIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But do my flaft r mg eyes deceive me, 
 
 Or, if they do, what out-ftretch d arms 
 Are thefc thus tender d to relieve me ? 
 
 Tis fhe, tis fhe, in all her charms. 
 My faith and truth, to fo much beauty. 
 
 Fate to reward with partial hand, 
 Tfcis pattern fends of love and duty, 
 
 To fave me in a foreign land. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT. 
 
 I vow I thought you, at firft fight, 
 .A moppet, a baboon, a fright, 
 Or fome hobgoblin of the night, 
 
 That guilty creatures waken : 
 Withnofe and chin like ram s horns cuil d, 
 And brows in furrowed wrinkles furl d, 
 Well, tis amazing in this world, 
 
 How one may be miftaken. 
 For now I fee, with half an eye, 
 You are not old, nor made awry, 
 Nor do your fhamb ing trotters ply, 
 
 As if by pally fliakcn : 
 You re young as Ganeinede and fair, 
 NarcifTus had not fuch an air, 
 Well, tis amazing I declare, 
 
 How one may be miftaken. 
 
 > "<Vr 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 OXCE on a time to mighty Jove, 
 
 Complaints ca,me from afar, 
 From men of unfuccefsful love, 
 
 Mifcarriages in war : 
 In law the want of equity, 
 
 Oi mirth at city fcafts, 
 Of pathos in their poetry, 
 
 And of good works in prirfh. 
 So loud and clam rous were thefc doc s, 
 
 Thac Jove, ne er left at reft,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONG:- 
 
 Convcn tl a fynod of the gods, 
 
 And Bacchus mongftthe reft s 
 He, merry wag, knew what on eart i 
 
 Thus caufrd thi-m to repine, 
 And inftaiit lent tueui genuine mirth, 
 
 Cafk d up in tons of wine. 
 The lover drank and eas d his care, 
 
 Heroes grexv high in fame, 
 A comely paunch mark d each Lord Mayor, 
 
 And lawyers juft became. 
 Bards fung divine, p:iefts put up prayers, 
 
 For fuch a blefnng given, 
 Aiu! Bacchus to this day declares, 
 
 There s no fuch drink in heaven. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 WHEN laftin the Dreadful your honour fc> 
 On Newfoundland hanks, there came on a hard ga!c, 
 There w.vs thy.nikr, red lightening, and cold whittling hail, 
 
 Enough the old gernman to fcare ; 
 
 One who threaten d your life, dafh d below by a wave, 
 Your own hand I faw fnatch d from a watery grave ; 
 And you faid twas we!! done, for that ttiii with the brave 
 
 The nobleft of glory s tofpare. 
 When yard arm and yard arm long fide of a foe, 
 When the Mood from the i cuppers rain d on us below, 
 When crippled enough to he taken in tow, 
 
 To ftrike we faw Mounfecur prepare : 
 If a broad lide below," or a volley a ) ; >?, 
 The men were ready to give htr for love, 
 How oft has your honour cry d not a hand move, 
 
 A hero s true glory s to fpare. 
 
 ..<>.. .,.<). 
 SONG. 
 
 FAR from ftrife and loves alarms, 
 With joyous heart, and mind at cafe. 
 
 Time was when rclifllds charms, 
 Bacchus knew the way to plcafc. 
 K
 
 IIO DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 When while the merry glee went round, 
 
 Gaily I law each minute pr , 
 T "<;r ever had I heard a found 
 
 Like the f-.veet tinkling of the glafs. 
 My ilafk now broke, and fpilt my wine, 
 
 For Cup d Bacchus joys 1 quit, 
 The myrtle kills the blighted vine, 
 
 And love, turn d Tale, cries out fubmit. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 I WENT to fea with heavy heart, 
 
 Of her I lov d the fcorn, 
 Yet from my thoughts did ne er depart 
 
 ik/ inu .gi", night or morn : 
 Storms lour d. waves roll d, and lightning flew, 
 
 Yet did I wifh to lit?e, 
 ft ll willing, for my peer heart was true, 
 
 To forget and to forgive. 
 The fir (I word, when on Englifli ground, 
 
 I i poke was her falfe name, 
 And foon upon enquiry found 
 
 For fcaiidal flies her fharae : 
 She lov d a youth before the wind, 
 
 Who cut and let her drive ; 
 Avaft, cried 1, twere now too kind, 
 
 To forget and to forgive. 
 "While of thefe thoughts my mind was full, 
 
 \Vhile adverfe hopes and fear?, 
 L.i\o winds did this and that way pul!, 
 
 :u came lo me in tears : 
 Down went my colours, and I fworc 
 
 For her alone I d live, 
 Kifs d her, and promis d o er and o er, 
 
 Jo foret and to forgive. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 THE boatfwain calls, the wir.d h> fair, 
 The anchor heaving,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. Ill 
 
 Our fweetbearts leaving, 
 We to duty mud repair, 
 
 Where our ftations well \ve know : 
 
 Caft off halliards from the elects, 
 Stand by well, clear all the fhtets ; 
 Come my boys, 
 Your huidfpikes poifc, 
 And give one general huzza : 
 Yet Gchiflg as you pull away. 
 For the tears afhore that fio w, 
 To the windlafs let us go, 
 With yo heave ho ! 
 
 The anchor coming now apeak, 
 
 i.eit the fhip, (hiving, 
 
 Be on it driving, 
 
 That we the tap ring yards mud feek, 
 
 And hack the forctop-fail wcli we know : 
 
 A pleaftng duty ! from aloft 
 
 We faintly fee thofe charms were oft, 
 
 When returning, 
 
 With palFion burning, 
 
 We fondly-gaze, thole eyes that fecm 
 
 In parting with big tsars to flream ; 
 
 But come, left ours 33 faft ftiould flow, 
 
 To the windlafs once more go, 
 With yo heave ho ! 
 
 Now the fliip is under weigh, 
 
 The breeze lo wiling, 
 
 The canvafs nliiu^, 
 
 The prcft triangle cracks the ftay, 
 
 So taught to liaul the fheet we know : 
 
 And now in trim we gaily fail, 
 
 The maffy beam receives the gale, 
 
 While rVced from duty 
 
 To his beauty, 
 
 Left on the lefs ning fhore af-tr, 
 
 A fervent figh heaves every tar, 
 
 To thank thofe tears from him that flo\v, 
 
 That from his true love he fliould go, 
 With yo heave ho !
 
 112 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD !> THE LONG ODDS. 
 
 AND did you hear what fad difafler, 
 1 oor Peg of Mapltdown befsl, 
 
 For love that ftouteft hearts ran mafter, 
 Alas ! that thofe who love fo well, 
 In fcrrow s train 
 Should mourn in vain : 
 Her ftory does fuch grief impel, 
 That woe is me the whi.e I cell. 
 Fhe lov d a youth of honeft kindred ; 
 At church behold the happy pair ; 
 
 And aik what t-.vas their biils that hinder J, 
 For he was young, and flie was fair : 
 AccuiVd be wars, 
 And party jars, 
 
 Why niuftthe hancfome danger fliare : 
 Aias it nils me with dcffair. 
 
 Onward to his lie<>e lord s dwelling 
 A rebel rout had ciu their way; 
 
 What fhritk enftied ! and what a yelling i 
 For he a true man muft away ; 
 He f>vore the fight 
 "Would end ere night, 
 And he d return with garlands gay, 
 Sweet trophies for his wedding day. 
 l\ ight came, nvl faw the youth returnicg ? 
 Accurs d be war s destructive knife ; 
 She ran to t lafp, with psffion burning, 
 
 ddtd lord dcpriv d til hie ! 
 O!i cruel i pight, 
 What ! not one night, 
 Is not her tale with mifcry rife ? 
 At once a maiden and a wile. 
 
 BALLAD JN THE LONG ODDC. 
 
 A Sailor, and an honcfl heart, 
 Like Ihip and helm, are ne er apart 
 for, how fliimld one ftem wind a:rd title
 
 DIBDIM S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 If tother fliould refufe to guide ? 
 With that ihe freely cuts the waves. 
 And fo the tar, 
 
 When clafhing waves around him jar, 
 Confults his heart and dangers braves 
 Where duty calls ; nor afks for more 
 Than grog aboard, and girl alhore. 
 Tis not a thoufand leagues from home 
 More horrid than the billows foam ? 
 Tis not that gentler is the breeze 
 In channel than in diflantfeas ; 
 Danger furrounds him far and near : 
 But honed tar, 
 
 Thougk winds nnd water round him jar, 
 Confults his heart and fcorns to fear, 
 The riks he runs endears him more 
 To grog aboard, and girl ailiore. 
 Tis not that in the hotted fight 
 The murd rous ball will fooner light 
 On that than any other fpot, 
 To face the cannon is his lot ; 
 He muft of danger have his fhare : 
 But hone t tar, 
 
 Though fire, and winds, and water jar, 
 Confults his heart, and (hakes offcare : 
 And when the battle s heat is o er, 
 In grog aboard, drinks girl afliore. 
 
 >.....>...> <&><SS> <>-<>" 
 
 BALLAD IN HARVEST HOME. 
 
 WOUNDS, here s fuch a coil ! I am none of your poor 
 Petty varlets, who flatter, and cringe, and procure ; 
 I m a freeman, a nabob, a king on his throne, 
 For I ve chatties, and goods and ttrong beeroi my own : 
 Befides, tis a rule that good fellows ne er tail 
 To let any thing wait but the generous ale. 
 My intereft 1 love ; thee I love toe, good wife, 
 But ftill 1 love better a jovial life : 
 And for thec, or my lady, with duty devout 
 I ll run u Old Wick, when the dobbin s drank out, 
 K i
 
 ii4 DIBDIN S SLLLCTED SONGS. 
 
 Put tis always a rule that good fellows ne er fail 
 To let any thing wait, hut the gei. crous ale. 
 
 SONG - IN HARVEST HOME. 
 
 AWAY, pale fear and ghaftly terror ! 
 
 } !}", at a parent s voice away ! 
 Correcting every youthful error, 
 
 She deigns to bid, and I obey : 
 And Oil, my heart ! thou nlnrmur ft treafon, 
 
 Perturb d and frightsn d thus, to move ; 
 llu? iacriiice I n;ake to rcafcr, 
 
 Lie frill, poor flutt rcr, and approve ! 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 TRULY friend Gil thou choefcfl: wcli, 
 
 Taking a helpmate homely, 
 For often times fad tales they tc 1 !, 
 
 Of wives who are too coin.. 
 F .it cheer thee Perez, and b:. 
 
 i roni furniili d brows ex era .; ,d, 
 For h(,w can ihc e er go ahray 
 
 Who never \\ii; be tenapted. 
 For thieves c!o never rob tiie 
 
 A pebble s net a jt\vei, 
 Fruits do not bloflbm on a moor, 
 
 Fire burns net without fuel : 
 l : l> with thy heart then Gil, be gay, 
 
 ircm furnifiitd bru-..s exempted, 
 v.-ife can never gu allray, 
 
 l%r Hie v.il: ne er be ttmpttd. 
 
 BALLAD UN 1 TH ISLANDERS. 
 
 All !tt not an inftant of life pafs in vain, 
 Tlie inomtAts cfcape us, und age brings ou pa;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 115 
 
 Life s too precious, to fugitive joy, 
 The flowers which yefterday zephyr difclofed, 
 Droop d their heads on their (talks before Phcebus repos d, 
 
 Thus one fmgle day ferves to form and deftroy. 
 
 Then think not of ought but the moment that flies, 
 
 To learn to be happy s to learn to be wife, 
 
 Seize pleafure while pleafure s our own, 
 Fear nothing, thou rt mine, tis allotted above, 
 Chance but obeyed Fate, and bleft with thy love, 
 
 I envy no king on his throne. 
 
 BALLAD IX THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 THIS life s a days journey, we rife in the morn, 
 
 The fun, trees, and flowers our profpecT: adorn, 
 
 When, perhaps, we have fcarcely been fet out an hour, 
 
 But flap we re o ertaken and fouftd in a fhowcr : 
 
 To flicker then quickly, and fee now tis O er, 
 
 And in pretty good fpirit we fet out once more, 
 
 No\v uphill, now down, now even, and now 
 
 We are cover d with duft, and now popp d in a flough, 
 
 Thus we jog on till dinner, now wet and now dry, 
 
 And now we ve alow ring, and now a clear fky, 
 
 With the fire, the good landlord, the wine, and the cheer, 
 
 Now refrefh d we fet forward to end our career : 
 
 But th-i roads are uneven, we trip, are bemired, 
 
 And jolted, andjofUtd, and tumbled, and tired, 
 
 Yet we keep a good heart, and our fpirits are light, 
 
 In hopes we fhall meet with a good inn at night. 
 
 >~- <S> <S> =S> >* <>" 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 FORGIVE me if thus I prefuming 
 Come hither your heart to furprife, 
 
 Smile, fmile, and my hopes re-illumine : 
 But my pardon I read in your eyes : 
 
 No impoflor the paffion I ov.-n is, 
 And heaven what delight covild I be
 
 n6 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 As truly to you an Adonis, 
 
 As you are a Venus to int. 
 The gods who fo often delighted 
 
 In borrow tl forms, fomt fair nymph to purfuc, 
 -Might confefs they were never excited 
 By an objecSl fo charming as you. 
 No importer, &c. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 OUR Jupiter has near his throne, 
 
 Two veffels which he tills, 
 The one with benefits alone, 
 
 The other crams with ills : 
 From the good veffe!, health, content, 
 
 Plenty and blifs he gives, 
 While from the evil forth are fent 
 
 Gout, ftone, and fcolding wives. 
 Thus to mankind with heedful care, 
 
 In jurt proportion weigh d, 
 The hit to each, each beft can bear, 
 
 By Jove s decree convey d : 
 Uulefs Ins patience when to rub, 
 
 Juno the devil drives, 
 Then headlong from the left hand tub, 
 
 Go troops of fcolding wives. 
 Oft his complaint on me like air, 
 
 From men (till palled away, 
 Till that faine type of Juno there 
 
 Let loofe her tongue to-day : 
 But now entreating Jove I ll go, 
 
 To chequer not their lives 
 With ;ny other fpot of woe, 
 
 Who re plsgu d with fcolding wives. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE ODDITIES 
 
 CELIA s an angel, by her face 
 The role and lily s fiiaracd,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 117 
 
 The treffes of leva s queen, for grace, 
 
 With her s can ne er be named : 
 The gods, cried one, that face with care 
 
 Formed in their beft of humours, 
 What pity tis both face and hair 
 
 Were benight at the perfumer s. 
 Celia has fworii to love till death ; 
 
 For words fo full of blifs, 
 I could have long d, but for her breath, 
 
 To fteal an ardent kifs : 
 Rapture itfelf is poor and cold, 
 
 To joy that fhe dii covers, 
 What pity fhe the fame has told 
 
 To fifty other lovers- 
 
 Celia is young, behold her mien, 
 
 Alert from top to tee, 
 My aunt, fays fhe, was juft fifteen 
 
 Some thirty years ago : 
 Thus youth and beauty s bed delight* 
 
 Sweet Celia are adorning, 
 For flic a Venus is at nights, 
 
 Afybil in the morning. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 THE wind blew hard, the fea ran high, 
 
 The dingy feud drove crofs the iky, 
 All was fafe lafhed, the bowl was flung 
 
 When carelefs thus Ned Haulyard lung : 
 A failor s life s the life for me, 
 He takes his duty merrily, 
 If winds can whiftle, he can fing ; 
 Still faithful to his friend and king, 
 He gets belov d by all the ihip, 
 And toafts his girl, and drinks his flip. 
 Down topfails boys, the gale comes on, 
 
 To Orike top-gallant yards they run, 
 And now to hand the fail prep^r c), 
 
 Ned cheerful lings upon the yard : 
 A Tailor s life, &c.
 
 DIBDINS SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 A leak, a leak ! come lads he bold, 
 
 1 here s.fh-c foot water in the ho!d, 
 Eager on deck fee Haulyard jump, 
 
 And hark while working at the pump : 
 
 A failor s life, &c. 
 And fee ! the veffel nought can fave, 
 
 She ftrikcs and finds a wat ry grave ! 
 Yet Ned preferved, with ?. few more, 
 
 Sings as he tread? a foreign tliore : 
 
 A failor s life, &c. 
 Andncnv unnumbered peri!* paft, 
 
 On land as weil as fca at la ft 
 In tatters to his Poll and home 
 
 See honcft Haulyard fingingcome : 
 
 A failoi s life, &c. 
 Yet for poor Haulyard what difgrace, 
 
 Poll fwcars file never faw his face ; 
 He damns her for a faithlcfs flic, 
 
 And finging gots again to fea : 
 A failor s life, &c. 
 
 WELCH BALLAD. 
 
 I PRAY you when your fwcetheart pouts, 
 
 And fleers, and flouts, 
 
 And glours, and g .outs, 
 
 Ne er mind the purfmgof her prow, 
 
 But pout again 1 pray you now : 
 
 Is it not true that females lex, 
 Plague, and perplex 
 
 The other fex, 
 
 \Vith whimfits in their heads that grow, 
 . And lantilies I pray you now ? 
 
 Rack poor men s powels, prains, and heart?, 
 
 Do not their arts, 
 
 And whims, and ftarts, 
 
 Flue tiffles in their heads that crow, 
 
 And jen .c.ufics I pray you now ? 
 
 Ii.cn mind not ncnlenie of the fair, 
 
 But change your air, 
 
 And fliakc off care
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 119 
 
 N.ir to their tricks and fancies pow, 
 But let them ko 1 pray you now. 
 
 > <SS> <S> 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 I F, my hearty, you d not like a lubber appear, 
 
 You muft very well know how to hand, reef, and fteer, 
 
 Yet a better manoeuvre mongft feamen is found, 
 
 Tis the ti.i i .t little maxim to know how to found .- 
 
 Which afailor can tell from a bay to a flioal, 
 
 Ikit the bcft furt of founding is founding the bowl. 
 
 I ve founded at land, and I ve founded at fea, 
 
 I ve founded a- weather, and founded a lee, 
 
 I ve founded myquinc, at the randivoo lioufe, 
 
 And I ve founded my purfe without finding a foufe : " 
 
 What then, we ve a brother in each honeft foul, 
 
 And failors can nt cr want for founding the bowl. 
 
 All men try for foundings wherever they fleer, 
 
 Your nabobs for foundings flrive h:ird in Cape Clear, 
 
 And there is not a foul from. the Devil to the Pope, 
 
 That could live but for the founding the Cape of- Good 
 
 Hope : 
 
 No fear then nor danger our hearts fha l controul, 
 Though at fea, we re in foundings while founding the blow, 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 IN which of all thy various joys, 
 The tongue of fame that fo employs, 
 Didl t tliou beft tafte, fay mighty Jove, 
 The pure, unmix d delights of love ? 
 Not with Europa : there rccourfc 
 Thou boldly had ft to brutal force ; 
 Her willies took with thee no parr, 
 She gave her perfon, not her heart. 
 Not with the beauteous Thcban dame, 
 When thou aflumedcft her hufband s name ; 
 For, though ingenious was the whim. 
 She knew not thce, but thought of him:
 
 I2O DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Not then when in a glitt ring {hewer 
 Thou viiit ftDauae in the tower : 
 The gold prevail d tis true, and fhe 
 Yielded to intereft, not to thcc. 
 Nor Semele, whom to obey 
 Thou cam ftin terrible array, 
 She, proud one, yielded not to love, 
 But to ambition, and to Jove : 
 No ; twas Menofyne, fweet lair, 
 Thy joys, indeed, were perfe<fl there , 
 Joys hadft tliou not, no bard had fung, 
 For thence the immortal fitters fprang. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 LIKE a very gallant will I compliment all : 
 
 I muft leer and ogle the pretty, 
 Tell the fhort ones they re neat, and majeftic the tall, 
 
 And call all the homely on.s witty. 
 Thus agreeable falfehdtSd (till pafllng for truth, 
 
 I fhall tickle their vanity fnugly, 
 Talk of prudence to age, and of pieafure to youth, 
 
 And confole with a fortune the ugly. 
 
 To the pale I ll on delicate lillie* begin, 
 
 To the florid I ll hold forth on rofes, 
 Call fquinting a leer, find a fniilc in a grin, 
 
 Aud proportion where chins kifswith nofes : 
 Thus agreeable falfehood ftill pafllng for truth, 
 
 I ll their vanity tickle fo fnugly, 
 
 That I ll pleafe tall and fliort, fat and lean, age and 
 youth, 
 
 And reconcile even the ugly, 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 IF tars of their money are lavifh, 
 
 I fay brother take this wipe from me, 
 
 1 is becaufe we re not muckworms, nor 
 Like lubbers who ne er go to fea.
 
 DIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 121 
 
 V\ hat cunning, and fitch quivication, 
 
 And them fly manoeuvres to we, 
 To be rougilli is no valuation 
 
 To hearties who plough the fait fea. 
 As for cheating light weights, and fhort meafurcs, 
 
 And corruption, and bribery d ye fee, 
 Thefe never embitter the pleafures, 
 
 Of good fellows who plough the fait fea : 
 You ve afhore actions, writs, cefTerarics, 
 
 And a regiment of counfel to fee, 
 Jack knows not of fuch like vagaries 
 
 We never truft lawyers at fea-. 
 Tisfaid that with grog and our laiTcs, 
 
 Becaufe jolly failors are free, 
 That money we fquander like afles, 
 
 Which like horfes we earn d when at fea : 
 But let them fay this, that, or tother, 
 
 In one thing they re forc d to agree, 
 Honeft hearts find a friend and a brother 
 
 In each worthy that ploughs the fait fea. 
 
 GLEE. 
 
 WOULD ye know where freedom dwells, 
 Where jovial hearts caroufeand fmg, 
 Haunt thefe grots, explore tiiefc celfi, 
 Here every fuh)ect is a king ! 
 Sprightly mirth inkabits here, 
 And joy that knows no liftlefs paufc ; 
 For how fliould we dull furrow feir, 
 Who fquare our lives by pleafure s laws ? 
 What s fortune! is it chance or worth ? 
 Peafant and prince their race nmfr. run 
 Nor is there that poor fpot on earth 
 Sut s cherifh d by the genial fun. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE ISLANDEXS, 
 
 AN infant defcncelefs, of fuccour bereft. 
 On this rude barren wild was I thrown, 
 L
 
 122 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 My fole ray of comfort I had not been Isft, 
 
 To brood o er my forrow s alone : 
 To fee cataracts falling, and hear lions roar, 
 
 Or the awful loud war in the deep, 
 Is the fate poor FlametU was born to deplore. 
 
 Which fhe oft would wifh kinder, and weep. 
 To all vhis affemblage of horrors enured, 
 
 Yi hat yet greater i!U could one piove, 
 Could one think for a heart which had fo much en 
 dured, 
 
 Fate fiiould ftore up a torment like love. 
 Tis too much, I ve decided, and who lhall relate 
 
 When her and her miferies fleep, 
 The tale of Flametta, will fure wifh her fate, 
 Poor wretch, had been kinder, and weep. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 DEVOTED to Celia, and bleft in her arms, 
 How I thrill d with delights as I ran o er her charms, 
 When methought on each grace as I gaz d with furprizc, 
 For pre-eminence pleaded her mouth and her eyes : 
 Like couniel this open d, and t other replied, 
 Appealing to me as the judge to decide. 
 
 Her mouth opening fwcctly, thus faid with a fmile, 
 
 < Tis I whn the torments of lovers beguile ; 
 
 i I can fpeak, I can lino, I can vent the for.d figh, 
 
 c And vain may eyes promiiV , if i fliould xitnv : 
 
 i Tiien while rows, of pearls vermeil lipsfweetly hide, 
 
 c On our different charms twere not hard to decide." 
 
 With ineffable fweetnefs, while looking me through, 
 
 Her eyes cre!efs cried Why I can fpeak too; 
 
 * And in fuch charming language, fo made to controul, 
 
 That of fenli cle lovers it goes to the fojjl : 
 
 Mouths may fib, but while eyes to the heart are the guide, 
 1 wcre no diilu-ult tafk on our charms to decide. 
 Tranfported with rapture; I cried with an oath, 
 Charming eyes, charming mouth, I m in love with you 
 
 both : 
 
 To exprcfs your fweet influence no language has term?, 
 One makes me a promife wliich t other confirms :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. I 
 
 Your words and your looks are my joy and my pride, 
 Oil your diircr-ent claims then how can 1 decide ? 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 TO a /light common wound it is fome diminution, 
 
 Diverting its throbbing, to I miie at the linart, 
 But where s the firm mind can boaft fuch refoliition, 
 
 On the face to wear frailer when the wound is in the 
 
 heart ? 
 The v.-and iings and errors of folly are trcafon, 
 
 And ihould be- condemn d as diiloyal to love : 
 Bat reverence is due to the errors o! reafon, 
 
 Which, thr-Hgh they re a vvcakucis, we re forc d to ap 
 prove - 
 
 Then pray ccafe to jeft : were my griefs fuperficial, 
 
 Unconcern d, like youriell Sir, t merry might be, 
 Bui: luch cruel je ls can but prove prejudicial, 
 
 And though p;ifli;nc to you, may be mortal to me: 
 Yet let rne not wrong you by any rude r.u iuiou, 
 
 Or word that the fairnds of candour might biot, 
 But gratefully juft, may alone the intention 
 
 in my me.iiory be cherifh d, iheadtion forgot. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 CURS D be the fordid wretch of yore, 
 
 Who i ro;n the bowels of the earth, 
 Fir(t drew crude heaps of finning ore, 
 
 Stamp d the rude mafs, and gave it worth 
 Ere yet dHlincT-ions and degrees 
 
 In lovers v. ifhes bore a part, 
 Truiy to love was then to pleafe, 
 
 And heart was made the price of heart. 
 Hencefort live lovers nothing hope, 
 
 Your fire is dead, your ardour cold : 
 Love lias no influence, pow r or fcope, 
 
 But that which it derives fiom >o!d :
 
 124 DIBDIN S SELECTED SCNCS, 
 
 Long you may languifh, long expect, 
 Vows lavifhj vviihcp, fighs employ, 
 
 A Brittle temple to erect, 
 
 "Which gold can in an hour dcftro. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 PROPITIOUS gods that rule our fate, 
 
 Whofe ears are f ir d with idle praytrs 
 To banifh ills that men create, 
 
 And chafe imaginary cares : 
 And firft they afk, in rank and pow r, 
 
 A fate from every care exempt ? 
 Vain bope ! ambition lads its hour, 
 
 Then dwindles into juft contempt. 
 oN fxt reputation in the field, 
 
 Ueno .vn, and to be great in ftory, 
 In alli uc i horrid honours yield, 
 
 jNJo brother s blood fhall by my glory. 
 A fumpuious pace, georgeous hoard, 
 
 A tr;i:r; of i ollov/ers next they crave 
 Poor fool ! his guefls retir r d, the lord 
 
 Is hut a foliury flaVe. 
 Next to their memories they d ercc~l, 
 
 A fl.ituc, lading fame to give : 
 I aO: but reaion, and expect 
 
 My little pleasures while I Jive. 
 Happy in honours, power, wealth, 
 
 If you hut grant my fond deiuc, 
 Ablamdefs heart, unfhaken heakii, 
 
 My friends, my bottle, and my lyre. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 SUCH love x* holy hermits bear, 
 
 The fhrinc where they put up their prayer, 
 
 As love ilie fsathcr d race the air, 
 
 Or ipoitive fifi-i the fea : 
 .Such as in brtafls of Seraphs fpring. 
 When ou the cxpanfe of heav n they wing
 
 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 125 
 
 To greet that power by whom they fing, 
 Such love I bear to thee. 
 
 Such thankful love as warm mud glow 
 In thofe who funk in night and fnow, 
 When welcome beams firft faintly fhew 
 
 The long-loft fun they fee. 
 As pleafure youth comfort the old, 
 Virtue the good, or fame the bold, 
 As health the fick, or mifers gold, 
 
 Such love I bear to thee. 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 GIVE round the word difmount, difmount^ 
 
 While echoed by the fprightly horn, 
 The toils and pleasures we recount 
 Of this fweet hcaith-infpiring morn. 
 Twas glorious Iporf, none e er did !ag > 
 Nor drew amifs, nor made a Hand, 
 But all as lirrnly kept their pace, 
 As had Aclcou been the flag, 
 And we had hunted by command 
 Of the goddefs of the chace. 
 The hounds were out and fnuffed the air, 
 
 And fcarce had reath d th appointed fpot. 
 But pleas d they heard a layer, a layer, 
 And prcfently drew on the flot. 
 Twas glorious fport, &c. 
 And now o er yonder plain he fleets, 
 
 Thcdeeo-mouth d hounds begin to bawl : 
 And echo note for note repeats, 
 
 While fpright y herns refound a call. 
 
 Twas glorious fport, &c. 
 And now the Hag has loft his pace, 
 
 And while war-haunch the huntfman cries^, 
 His bofom (well?, ttr wet his face, 
 He pants, he Struggles, and he dies< 
 Twas glorious Iport, &c.
 
 126 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 WOULD you hear a fad ftory of woe, 
 
 That tears from a (tone might provoke, 
 Tis concerning a tar you inuft know, 
 
 As honeir. as e er bifcuit broke : 
 His name was Ben Block, of all men 
 
 The moft true, the inoft kind, the moft brave, 
 But harili treated by fortune, for Ben 
 
 In his prime found a watery grave. 
 His place no one ever knew more : 
 
 His heart was all kindnefs and lore : 
 Though on duty an eagle he d foar, 
 
 His nature had mofl of the dove : 
 He lov d a fair maiden named Kate, 
 
 His father to intertft a flave, 
 Sent him far from his love where hard fat* 
 
 Plunged him deep in a watery grave. 
 
 A curfe on all flandcrous tongue?, 
 
 A falfc friend his .mid nature abufed, 
 And fweet Kate of the vilefr. of wrongs, 
 
 To poifon Ben s pleafure abufed : 
 That fhe never had truly been kiud, 
 
 That falfc were the tokens fhe gave, 
 That fhe f corn . I him, and wifli d he might find, 
 
 In the ocean a watery grave. 
 
 Too fure from this cankerous elf, 
 
 The venom ai-compliih d its end; 
 Ben, all t.u ; h and honour himfe f, 
 
 Sufpe<lcd :!O fraud in his friend : 
 On tru yard, while fufptnded in air, 
 
 A loofe tt his ib: rows he gave, 
 Take thy with, he cried, I alie cruel fair ; 
 
 And plung d iu a watery grave. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WAGS. 
 
 TO afk would you come for to go 
 
 How ?. tiue-heartedtar you d dlfcern,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 127 
 
 He s as honeft a fellow I d have youto know 
 As e er ftept between Mem and ftern : 
 
 Let furious winds the veliel waft, 
 
 In his ftation amidlliip?, or fore, or aft, 
 
 He can pull away, 
 
 Caft off, beby, 
 
 Aloft, alow, 
 
 Avaft, yo ho ! 
 
 And hand, reef, and fteer, 
 
 Know tach hailiard and jeer, 
 
 And of duty every rig ; 
 
 But his joy and de.ight 
 
 Is, on Saturday night, 
 
 A drop of the creature to fwig, 
 Thefirfl voyage I made to fea, 
 
 One day as I hove the lead, 
 The main top gallant maft went by the lee, 
 
 For it blew off the Devil s Head ; 
 
 Tumble up there, bear a hand, turn to, 
 
 While I, the foremoft of the crew, 
 
 Soon could pull away, 
 
 Caft off, belay, 
 
 Aloft, alow, 
 
 Avaft, yo ho ! 
 
 And hand, reef and fteer. 
 
 Know each halliard and jeer, 
 
 And of duty every rig ; 
 
 But my joy and delight ; 
 
 Was., on Saturday night, 
 
 A drop of the creature to fwig. 
 There was Kit with a caft in his eye, 
 
 And Tom with the timber toe, 
 And fhambling Will, fur he hobbled awry, 
 
 All wounded a righting the toe : 
 
 Three lads though crazy grows and crank, 
 
 As true as ever buiiibo drank, 
 
 For they d pull away, 
 
 Caft off, belay, 
 
 Aloft, alow, 
 
 Avaft, yo ho ! 
 
 And hand, reef, and fleer, 
 
 Know each halliard and jser. 
 
 And of duty every rig; 
 
 Aad their joy and delight
 
 128 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 Was, on Saturday night, 
 
 A drop of the creature to fwig. 
 Then over life s fortune I ll jog, 
 
 Let the l>orm or the Spaniards come on, 
 So but fea room I get, and a flcin full of grog-, 
 
 Ifear neither devil nor don : 
 
 For I m the man that s fprac} and daft, 
 
 In my flation amidihips, or fore, or aft, 
 
 I can pull away, 
 
 Caft off, belay. 
 Aloft, alow, 
 Avaft, yo ho ! 
 And hand, reef, and fleer, 
 Know each halliard and jeer, 
 And of duty cverv rig, 
 But my joy and delight 
 la, on Saturday night, 
 A drop of the creature to fwig. 
 
 <>- 4>~^<& 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 WE bipeds, made up of frail clay, 
 
 Alas are the children of forrow ; 
 And though brifk and r.icrrv to-day, 
 
 We all may be wretched to-morrow : 
 For funfhiue s fuccee.-ted by rain, 
 
 Then fearful 01 life s ftormy weather, 
 Left p eafure fhould only bring uain, 
 
 Let us all be happy together. 
 
 I grant the beft buffings we know- 
 Is a friend, for true fricn 1-hip s a treafure, 
 
 And yet, left your friend prove a foe, 
 Oh hafte not the dangerous pleafure : 
 
 Thus frienufbip s a flirrifey affair, 
 Thus riches and health are a bubble, 
 
 Tli us there s nothing delightful but care, 
 Nor any thing pleafin^ but trouble. 
 
 If a mortal would point out that life 
 
 Which on earth cou d be ncareft to heaven. 
 Let him, thaj king his fta rs, chufe a wife 
 To whom truth and honour are given ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 129 
 
 But honour and truth are fo rare, 
 And horns, when they re cutting, fo tingle, 
 
 That, with all my refpecl to the fair 
 I d advife him to figh ami live (ingle. 
 
 It appears from thcfe prtmifes plain 
 That wifdom is nothing but folly, 
 
 That pleafure s a term that means pain, 
 And that joy is your true melancholy : 
 
 That all thofe whe laugh ought to cry, 
 That tis fine frifk and fun to be grieving, 
 
 And that (trice we mil ft all of us die, 
 We fhould tafte no enjoyment while living 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WAGS. 
 
 ADIEU, adieu, my only life, 
 
 My honour calls me from thee, 
 Remember thou rt a ibldier s wife, 
 
 Thofe tears but ill become thcc ; 
 What though by duly ! a-n. called, 
 
 Where thund ring cannon* rattle, 
 Where valour s felf might Hand appalled, 
 When on the wings of thy d:ar love 
 To heaven above 
 Thy fervent orifoB! are flown, 
 Tite tender prayer 
 Thou put ft up there 
 Shall ca ! l a guardian angel down, 
 
 To watch rae in the battle. 
 My fafe;y thy fair truth (hall be, 
 
 Asfword and buckler fee vino, 
 Sly life iliall be more dear to me, 
 
 Ikcaufe of thy preserving : 
 Let peril come, let horror threat, 
 
 Let thundering cannons rattle, 
 I ll fearlefs feek the conflicts heat, 
 
 Allured when on the wings of love 
 
 To heaven above, &c. 
 
 Enough, with that benignant finilc 
 ^ojne kincired god inipir d thec,
 
 130 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONG-S, 
 
 Who knew thy bofom void of guile, 
 
 Who wondered and admired thee : 
 I go affured, my life adieu, 
 
 Though t i.r.nderiiig cannons rattle, 
 Though murdering carnage ft.iik in view, 
 
 When on ihe wings of thy true love 
 
 To heaven above, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 I BE one of they fdi ors who thinks tis no He, 
 That f:r every wherefore of life there s a why, 
 That be fortune s ftrange weather, a calm or a fqualF, 
 Our births- , good or bad, are chaifc d out fur us all : 
 That the flays, and the braces ol life xvill be found 
 To be fame of em rotten and fome of em found, 
 That the good we fhouid cherii h, the bad never feek, 
 For deatu uill too foon bring each anchor a-peak. 
 When aflridc on the yard, they top-lifts they let gn, 
 And I com d, like a Ihof, piir.r.j, ariumg cm below. 
 Why I cotch d at a halliard, and jump d upon deck, 
 And fo broke my fall, to favc breaking my neck: 
 Juft like your philofopher?j for all their jaw, 
 Who Icfs than a rope, gladly catch at a ftraw ; 
 Thus the good we Ihould cheritl, the bad never feek, 
 For death will too foon bring each anc hor a-peak. 
 Why now that ihere cruifethat we made ofFthe banks, 
 Where I pepper d the foe, aiul got fhot for my thanks, 
 What then Ihe foon flrack, and though crippled on fliorc, 
 And laid up to rent, I had fhiuers galore : 
 At length live and looking, I tried the falfe main, 
 And to get ir.ore prize ironey, got flict at jgain : 
 Thus thfe good we fhould cherilh, the bad never feek, 
 For death will toe foon brin* each anchor a-pcak. 
 
 Then juft as it comes, take the bad with the good, 
 One man s fpoon s made of filvcr, another s of weed, 
 What s [ oifon for one Iran s another man s balm, 
 Some are lafe in a dorm, and fome loft in a calm : 
 Seme are rolling in riches, fome not worth a for.lt... 
 To-day we eat beef, and to-morro\v lobs-foufc :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 131 
 
 Thus the good we fliould cherifh, the bad never fork, 
 For death will toofoon bring each anchor a-pcu c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 The fun s clcfcending in the wave, 
 1 go, I go, my fate to brave : 
 Ghollsoi dead yncas now appear, 
 Shriek as ye come 
 Cold from the tomb, 
 And fee if Moniaco knows to fear, 
 Oh fun my fire ! 
 Lend me ail thy noble fire : 
 Illia Moniaco to Phy tomb, 
 Oh Atabalipa foon fliall come ; 
 Cover me with fears, 
 Nought can controul 
 The duuntlefs foul, 
 
 That fliall live among its kindred ftars. 
 What it s to di? ? to leave this clay, 
 
 And breathe in evcrlafting day, 
 
 For robes celeftia! fliake ofFduft, 
 Among the blcft 
 From care to reft, 
 
 And emulate ihe virtues of the juft : 
 
 Then fun, my lire, 
 
 Lend me all thy noble fire, 
 
 Illia Moniaco, &c. 
 
 Adieu ye friends, vain world adieu, 
 
 Blifs is for me, but woe for yon : 
 
 While I, new born, fliall go to find 
 The upper heaven 
 You fhail he driven, 
 
 Like featured chaff, before falfe fortune s wind, 
 
 Now fun, my fire, 
 
 I feel, I "ccl rhy noble fire ! 
 
 Illia Moniaco, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 I WAS the pride of all the Thames, 
 My name was natty jerry,
 
 1J2 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 The beft of fmarts and flafhy dame* 
 
 I ve carried in my wherry : 
 For then no mortal foul like me 
 
 So merrily did jog it, 
 I lav d my wife and friend, d ye fee, 
 
 And won the prize of Dogget : 
 In coat and badge, fo neat and fpruce, 
 
 I row d al blithe and merry, 
 And every waterman did ufe 
 
 To call me happy Jerry. 
 But times foon changed, I went to fc, 
 
 My wife and friend betray d me, 
 And in my abfcnce treacherously 
 
 Some pretty frolics play d me : 
 Return d, I uitd them like a man, 
 
 But ftill twas fo provoking, 
 I could not enjoy my very can, 
 
 Nor even fancy fmoaking : 
 In tamifh d badge, and coatfo queer, 
 
 No lnger blithe and merry. 
 Old friends now parted me with a fncer, 
 
 And called me clifmal Jerry. 
 
 At fea, as with a dangerous wound, 
 
 I lay under the furgeons, 
 Two friends each help I wanted found 
 
 In every emergence : 
 Soon after my fweet friend and wife 
 
 Into this mefs had brought me, 
 Thefe two kind friends who fav d my life 
 
 In my misfortunes fought me : 
 We re come cried they, that once again 
 
 In coat and badge fo merry, 
 Your kind old friends, the watermen, 
 
 May hail you happy Jerry. 
 
 I m Peggy, once your foul s defire, 
 
 To whom you prov d a rover, 
 Who fince that time iu man s attire 
 
 Have fought you the world over : 
 And I, cried t other, am that Jack 
 
 When boys you ufedfo badly, 
 Though now the bed friend to your back 
 
 Then prithee look not fadly :
 
 D1BDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Few words are beft, I feiz d their hards, 
 My greatful heart grew merry, 
 
 And now in love and fiienr hip s band?, 
 I m once more happy Jerry. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WAGS, 
 
 BOLD Jack the failor here I come, 
 
 Pray how d ye like my nib, 
 My trowfers wide, ray trampers rum, 
 
 My nab, and flowing jib : 
 I fails the feas from end to end, 
 
 And leads a joyous life. 
 In every mefs L find a friend, 
 
 In every port a wife. 
 I ve heard them talk of conftancy, 
 
 Of grief, and fuch like fun, 
 I ve conftant been to ten, cried I, 
 
 But never grieved for one : 
 The flowing fails we tars unbend, 
 
 To lead a jovial life, 
 In every mefs to find a friend, 
 
 In every port a wife. 
 I ve afpanking wife at Portfmouth gates, 
 
 A pigmy at Goree, 
 An orange tawny up the Straits; 
 
 A black at 6t. Lucia : 
 Thus v/hatfomedevcr courfe I bend, 
 
 I leads a jovial life, 
 In every mefs I find a friend, ^ 
 
 In every port a wife. 
 Will Gaft, by Death, was ta en aback, 
 
 I came to brink the news, 
 ?oll whimper d fore, but what did Jack ? 
 
 Why, flood in William s flioes . 
 She cut, I chafed, but in the end 
 
 She lov d me as her life, 
 And fo flie got an honeft friend, 
 
 And I a loving wife. 
 Thus be we Jailors all the go, 
 
 On fortune s fea we rub, 
 M
 
 ij4 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 We works, and loves, and fights the foe, 
 
 And drinks the gcntrous bub : 
 Storms that the ma.il to fpiinteis rend, 
 
 Can t lhakc our jovial life, 
 In every mcf we find a friend, 
 
 lu every port a wife. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WAGS. 
 
 HARK the din of diftant war, 
 
 How noble is the clangor, 
 Pale death afcend his ebon car, 
 
 Clad in terrific anger : 
 A doubtful fate the loldier trits. 
 
 Who joins the gallant quarrel : 
 Perhaps on the cold ground he lies, 
 No wife, no friend, to clofe his eyes, 
 Though nobly mourn d, 
 Perhaps return d, 
 
 He s crown d with victory s laurel. 
 How many who, difdaining fear, 
 
 Rufh on the defperate duty, 
 Shall claim the tribute of the tear 
 
 That dims the eye of beauty ? 
 
 A doubtful fate, c. 
 What nobler fate can fortune give ? 
 
 Renown lliall tell our ftory, 
 If we fliould fall, but if we !ivc, 
 
 We live our country s glory. 
 
 Tis true a doubtful fate, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 THE wind was hufli d, the ftorm was over, 
 
 Unfurl d was every flowing fail, 
 From toil releafed, when Dick of Dover, 
 
 Went with his mcfTmatcs to regale : 
 All danger s o er, cried he, my neat heart*, 
 
 Drown care then in the fmiling c;m, 
 Come b. ar a hand, let s toad our fweethearts, 
 
 Aud {hit I ll give you buxom Nan.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONTGS. 135 
 
 She s none of thofc that s always g g^ -iig, 
 
 And Item and , t.rn made up oi art .- 
 O lc knows ;> ;icr rigging, 
 
 Such ever ilighr a coni U.i; ii.ait : 
 With iiraw hat and pink ftrramers flowing, 
 
 II;>\v olt to meet ine has ilic mi ; 
 \V hile ior dear life would 1 be rowii.g, 
 
 To mjet with fmiies my buxom Nan, 
 Jack Jollyboat went to the Indies, 
 
 To ice him flare when lie cane back, 
 The girls were all oil" of the hinges 
 
 His Poll was quite unknown to Jack : 
 Taut matted all, to lee who s tallelt, 
 
 Bre;illworks, top gant-iails, and a fan, 
 Meflaiate, cried I, more fail than ballaft, 
 
 Ah (till give me my buxom Nan. 
 None in life s fca can fail more quicker, 
 
 To ihew her love, or J erve a friend, 
 But hold, I m preaching o er my liquor, 
 
 Tftis one word theu, and tlu-re s an end; 
 Of all the wenches \vhatib;nedv;ver, 
 
 1 fay then find me out who can 
 One half fo tight, fo kind fo clever, 
 
 Sweet, trim, and neat as buxom Nan. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WAGS. 
 
 I^OVELY woman, pride of nature, 
 
 Good, and ftveet, and kind, and fair 
 Than nvaji a higher ftile of creature, 
 
 Perfevft as celelHnls are: 
 S;e ilyra come, like ftateiy Juno, 
 
 Ever fair, and ever young, 
 Completely like, as I and you know, 
 
 For Myra, like Juno, has a tongue. 
 
 Young Celia s charms that beam fo fwcetly, 
 
 To paint ah what can words avail, 
 She s Venus fclf, an 1 fo completely, 
 
 That Celia is, like Venus, frail : 
 TD woo the charming Gloriana, 
 
 Audacity would ftand afraid ; 
 She chafte and icy as Diana, 
 
 And, like Diana, an old maid.
 
 136 
 
 BIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS 
 
 Thus women bouft a near relation, 
 Tin p;ain to the celeftial race, 
 
 Thus we oi their divine crefticn 
 A family i eicmblance trace : 
 
 If tl". n ibiiie hu.ks or thisi complexion, 
 i j.ots upon liiat iiiii, their fame, 
 
 Rult tiiis Un>e inouci oi perfection, 
 "I lie ihi.s, no women, ire to bia:r.e. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 Two real tars, whom duty calJ d 
 
 To watch in the foretop, 
 Thus one another orerbiul d 
 
 And took a chteting drop : 
 I fay, Will Hatchway, cried Tom TO\Y, 
 
 Gi contiticT: what s your fort, 
 As throujrh the vny;\kc of .ife you go. 
 
 Ti> I^. ing von , r.Je to port ? 
 Critd Jack", you lubber, don t you know ? 
 
 Our pailionsflpie to reef, 
 To (tec:- v here honour points the prow, 
 
 To hand a friend relief: 
 Theft anchors get but in your power, 
 
 Mv iifefor t that s your fort ; 
 The "bower, the flieet, and the I: eft bower 
 
 Shall bring you up in port. 
 Why then you re out, and there s an end, 
 
 Tom cried out blunt and rough, 
 Ee 0od, be honeft, ferve a friend, 
 
 Be maxims well enough : 
 Who fwabs his hows at other s woe, 
 
 1 ha.t tarV for n.e your fort, 
 His veiiel right a-hea<l iliall go 
 
 To find a joyful port. 
 
 Let ftorms of life upon IMC prcfs, 
 
 Mirft-rtuncs makes me ree , 
 Why, dani nie, what s ir.y ov.n diRrefs r 
 
 For others let me feel : 
 Av, ay, \i l;ounc \\ith a frefli gale 
 
 Te heaven this is your i ort,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 A handkerchief s the beft wet fail 
 To bring you fafe to port. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WAGS. 
 
 I M dafliing Dick the duftman, 
 
 N-ine my calling can degrade, 
 Fur I am not the firfl man 
 , Who has driv n ;i dirty trade : 
 Duft ho ! duft ho ! I rings my bell and cries, 
 
 My tricks, if you would find em, 
 Pretty early you mufl rife, 
 For watch me dill, 
 Howe er you will, 
 I bears off many a prize, 
 
 And when f wants to blind em, 
 I throws duft in their eyes. 
 Why what s your man of honour ? 
 And what s your madam fame ? 
 A ji t when he has won her, 
 
 That proves a dirty name : 
 Victory ! victory! each draws his fword and criei; 
 
 In ihe midft of (laughter find him, 
 See where the favage flies^ 
 He fparcs no life, 
 No friend, nor wife, 
 Where er he finds a prize. 
 
 Till lieath, at Jaft, to blind him, 
 Throws duft in his eyes. 
 The lawver, the phyfician, 
 
 And e en the icarn d divine, 
 Each drive:, m his condition, 
 
 As black a trade as mine : 
 Fees ho ! fees ho ! each draws his purfe and cries, 
 
 The r conference can t bind em ; 
 The wretched patient dies, 
 All prayers fail, 
 While in a jail, 
 The ruin d client lies, 
 
 Un ! efs you throw to blind eA 
 Gold duft in their eyes.
 
 138 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And fo, d ye fee, men hurtle,- 
 
 Tofcc who s dirty firft, 
 And one another huft e, 
 
 And all to raifc the duft : 
 Duft ho ! duft ho ! each draws his purfe and cries^ 
 
 And he, Old Nick, behind him, 
 Will take, to mount up tries, 
 All fcr ambling go, 
 Both friend and foe, 
 To bear away fome prize, 
 
 And each throws duft to blind him 
 Plump iu his neighbours eyes. 
 
 1 IN THE WA6S. 
 
 IF bold and brave thou can ft not bear, 
 
 Thyfelf from all thou lov if to tear, 
 
 If, while winds war, and billows roll, 
 
 A fpark of fear invade thy foul, 
 
 If thou it appall d, when cannons roar, 
 
 I priihee imiTmate ftay afhore : 
 
 There, like a lubber, 
 
 Whine and blubber, 
 
 Still for thy cafe and fafety bufy, 
 
 !Nor dare to come, 
 
 Where honel t Tom, 
 
 And Ned, and Nick, 
 
 And Ben, and Phil, 
 
 And Jack, and Dick, 
 
 And Bob, and Bill, 
 
 AH weathers fmg, and drink, die fcviEr.y: 
 
 ]f, fliould ft thou lofe a limb in fight, 
 She who made up thy heart s cleHyhr, 
 Poor recompcHce that thou art khid, 
 Shall prove inconflant a, the wind, 
 If fuch haul fortune thou ft deplore, 
 I prithee mcffmate ftayafhore, 
 There like a lubber, <5<c. 
 If pris ncr in a foreign land, 
 JJo friend, no money at command, 
 That man thou trufted hadft alone, 
 ^11 knowledge of thee faould diibwn i
 
 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 139 
 
 If this fliould vex thec to the core, 
 I prithee meffhiate ftay afhore. 
 There like a lubber, &c. 
 
 ..<>._..<.. <s><s><^, <<>- MO- 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 WHY don t you know me by my fears ? 
 I m foidier Dick come from the wars; 
 Where many a head without a hat 
 Crowds honour s lied but what of that ? 
 Beat drums, olay fifes, tis glory calls, 
 Wh.it argufies who fland* or falls; 
 Lord what fhould one be fori y for ? 
 Life s but the fortune of the war : 
 Then rich or poor, or well, or fick, 
 Still laugh and !ing fliall foidier Dick, 
 
 I ufed to look two ways at once, 
 
 A bullet hit me on the fcon.x, 
 
 And dowfh d my eye, d ye think I d wince 
 
 Why lord I ve never fquinted fince r 
 
 Beat drums, &c. 
 
 Some diftant keep from war s alarms, 
 For fear of wooden le and arms, 
 W. ule others die fafe in their beds 
 Who all their lives had wooden heads. 
 
 Beat I rums, &c. 
 
 Thus gout or fever, fword or fhot, 
 Or fomething fends- ns all to pot : 
 That we re to die then do not grieve, 
 But let s be ir.erry while we live. 
 
 Beat drums, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS, 
 
 AVERT yon omen, gracious heaven, 
 
 T!*e ugly feud, 
 By rifrig winds refifUefs driven, 
 
 KilTes the flood. 
 How hard the lot for failor s cart, 
 
 That thiy fhould roam 
 For years, to ncriia Uiua at lafl 
 
 lo fyht ol iiomc !
 
 140 DIBDIN S SELECTED 
 
 For if the coming gale \ve mourn, 
 
 A tempel} grows, 
 Our reffcl s fhatter d fo and torn, 
 
 That down fhe goes ! 
 Thetempefl comes, while meteors red 
 
 Portentous flv ; 
 And now we touch old ocean s bed, 
 
 Now reach the fky ! 
 On fable wings, in gloomy flight, 
 
 Fiends feem to wait, 
 To fnatch us in this dreadful night, 
 
 Dark, as our fate : 
 Unlefs fome kind, fome pitying pow r 
 
 Should inttrpofe, 
 She labours fo within this hour 
 Down flie goes. 
 
 But fee, on rofy pinions borne, 
 
 O er tht mad d*_tp, 
 Reluctant beams the forr wing morn, 
 
 With us to wicp : 
 Dectitful forrow, cheerlefs light, 
 
 Dreadfu to think, 
 The morn is ris n, in endlefs night, 
 
 Our hopes to fink! 
 She fplits! fhe parts ! through fluices driveo, 
 
 The water flows ; 
 Adieu ye friends, have mercy heaven! 
 
 For down ilie goes ! 
 
 RONDEAU IN THE WAGS. 
 
 ONE negro, wi my banjcr, 
 Me from Jenny c >ine, 
 Wid cunning yiei 
 Me favez fpy . 
 De buckra world one hum, 
 As troo a ftrtet a Granger 
 
 Me my banjer ftrum : 
 
 My miffy for one black dog about the houfe me Hclc, 
 Him fay, my nalTy tawny face enc-ugh to make him f;ck 
 But when my maiTa he go out, ilie then no longer rail, 
 For ftrft me let the captain in, and then me tell no tale t
 
 t)IBDIN S SELECTED SCNGS. 14! 
 
 So aunt Qrafhy fay, 
 Do tabby, brown, or black, or white, 
 You fee urn in one night, 
 
 Every f> ; rt of cat be gray. 
 One Negro, Sec. 
 
 To fetch a lily money hack, you jj to law they call, 
 The court and ail the tic-wig foon fhip you llurt and all; 
 The courtier c^il him friend and foe, 
 
 And fifty ftory tell, 
 To day fay yes, to morrow no, 
 
 And ie like any hell : 
 And fo though nt^ro I) lack for true, 
 He black in buckra country too. 
 One negro, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 BART>3 call themfeh-es a hct-v aly race, 
 
 Topers find heaven in wine, 
 We truly b ;aft who love the chafe, 
 
 An origin divine. 
 The deities all hunters are : 
 
 Great Jove, who fpends his lif 
 In hunting of the willing fair, 
 
 Is hunted by his wife. 
 Then come and wake the drowfy morn, 
 
 While the fwtft g-ame we follow : 
 The feather d throng and tuneful horn 
 
 ShM join the hunter s hollow. 
 Gay Bacchus, ou his tun, that hack, 
 
 Toafts for view hollowj gives, 
 While Mercury, with his Bow-flfCCt pack, 
 
 Srou-s heav n ro hunt for thieves : 
 Bold ?.i:;rs, a blood hound, hunts for fame, 
 
 Nor till its lateft breath, 
 Will he e er leave the panting game, 
 
 But comes in at the death. 
 
 Then come, &c. 
 Diana in her f^cred grove 
 Saw raih A. teon near, 
 A.-ir 1 though flic fcem d vo fcorn lii* !o\ f } 
 
 ite Look hua for Lt;r deer-;
 
 142 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Yet vex d to think this hint fo fly 
 
 On the fooi flic could not pais, 
 From his own hands ihe made him fly 
 
 And kiii d him for aa afs. 
 Then come, c. 
 
 Great Juno, \vretchcd, rcftlefs fair, 
 
 On jealous fury bent, 
 Still in full cry is hunting care, 
 
 And flill on a wrong iccnt. 
 Indeed the fair oil mount their nag, 
 
 By the hunting mania ilruck, 
 And if AcUon was a flag, 
 
 Poor Vulcan was a buik. 
 
 Then come, &c. 
 
 RONDEAU IN THE WACS. 
 
 WHILE whim, and <ilee, and left. ? nH c. M ^ 
 -^lipidy their charming trcaliire, 
 
 Mingling in gay laughter s throng, 
 Come to tlic camp of [.leafure. 
 
 All human beings have their cares, 
 
 Life s made of joy and forrow; 
 To balance life then our affairs 
 
 Should of our pleaiures borrow : 
 Youth s joy s feafon, fo is age, 
 
 Each temper, fex, comp exion, 
 In mirth may harmlefsly engage, 
 
 As well as ia reflection. 
 
 While whim, &c. 
 
 You who proudly roll in wealth, 
 
 You whofe means are flender, 
 You whofe lungs proclaim your health, 
 
 You whofe frames are tender : 
 Ton who wear grave vviidom s wigs, 
 
 You who deal in folly, 
 You who merry are a* gn gc, 
 
 You who are rm!ancLoi> : 
 
 While whim, &c. 
 
 Where s amon,;(l th^m all the cynic eif, 
 Of joy the open f corner,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 143 
 
 But doff d the fage, and to himfelf 
 
 Took piea^ure in a corner ? 
 In Ihort who fets up to defpife 
 
 Tliofc joys the mirth awaken^ 
 I will not rudely fay he lies, 
 
 But furely he s mi (taken. 
 
 While whim, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 THE tat s a jolly tar that can hand, reef, and fleer, 
 
 That can nimbly cart off and belay, 
 Who in d<trkeft of nights finds each halliard and jceij 
 And dead reck ning knows well and lee way : 
 But the tar to pleafe me, 
 More joily muft be, 
 
 He mu(t laugh at the waves as they roar ; 
 He muft rattle, 
 And in battle 
 Brave danger and dying, 
 Though bullets are flying, 
 And fifty things more : 
 Singing, quaffing, 
 Dancing laughing, 
 Take it cherrily, 
 And merrily, 
 
 And ail for the fake of his girl afliore. 
 The tar s a jolly tar who his rhino will fpcnd, 
 
 Who np for a mcfTmate will bring, 
 IVr we failors all thiuk he that s true to his frici.A 
 Will never be falfe to his king. 
 But the tar to pleaie me, 
 More jolly mull be, 
 He mufl venture for money galore/ 
 Ailing duly, 
 Kind and truly, 
 And nobly inherit 
 A generous fpirit, 
 A prudent one more; 
 Singing, laughing, 
 Dancing, quaffing, 
 Take it cherrily,
 
 144 IH B DIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And merily, 
 
 And fave up his cafji for his girl afliorc. 
 The tar s a jslly tar who love? a beauty bright, 
 
 And at fea often thinks of her charms, 
 Who toafls her with g\et on a Saturday night, 
 And willies her moor d in his arms : 
 But the tar to pleafe me 
 More jolly mufl be, 
 
 Though teaz d at each port by a fcorcj 
 He muft, filtering 
 At their leering, 
 Never ftudy to delight em, 
 But fcorn em, and flight cm, 
 Still true to the core; 
 Singing, laughing, 
 Dancing quaffing, 
 Take it cherrily, 
 And merrily. 
 And conltant return to his girl afliorc. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 /. remov d from noife and fmoak, 
 Hark . hear the woodman s fhoke, 
 Who dreams not as lie fell* the oak, 
 
 What mifchicf dire he brews. 
 How art lliall fliape his falling trees, 
 For aid of luxury and eafe, 
 He weighs net matters fuch as tlicfe, 
 
 But ling?, and hack,s, and hews. 
 Perhaps, now fe .l d by this bold man, 
 That tree fliall form the fprucc fedan, 
 Or wheelbarrow, where oyfter Nan 
 
 So runs her vulgar rig; 
 The ftage where boxers crowd in flocks, 
 Or elfe quacks, perhaps, the flocks, 
 Or ports for ligns, or barbtr s blocks, 
 
 Where fTnile* the parfon s wig. 
 Thou mak ft bold peafant, oh what grief, 
 The gibbet on which hangs the thief, 
 The feat where fits the great Lord Chief, 
 The- throne, the cobler s flail :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 145 
 
 Thou puropcr ft life in every ftage, 
 Malc fi: folly s whims, pride s equipage, 
 For children toys, crutches for age, 
 
 And coffins for us all. 
 Yet juftice let us (till afford, 
 Thefe chairs, and this convivial board, 
 The bin that holds gay Bacchus hoard, 
 
 Confefs the woodman s (troke : 
 He made the prefs that bled the vine, 
 The butt that holds the generous wine, 
 The hall itfelf, where tiplers join, 
 
 To crack the mirthful joke. 
 
 VAUXHALL BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 TIME was, for oh there was a time, 
 
 Sweet Phoebe by my fide, 
 The fofteft verfe 1 fung in rhime, 
 
 Where falling pools do glide: 
 But, Phoebe hence, I m left alone, 
 
 Nor verfe nor rhime can pleafe, 
 And pools fUnd flill to fee me moan, 
 
 In whifpers through the tree*. 
 The pride of laughing nature flood 
 
 In fertile heaths con ftff d, 
 "When bird*, in yon impervious wood. 
 
 With Phoebe faw me blcfK 
 But laughing nature s now in tears. 
 
 The heaths begin to mourn, 
 Birds hoot in my melodious ears, 
 
 For Phoebe s glad return. 
 
 To fliun fierce fol s meridian heat, 
 
 Upon yon verdant green, 
 How oft, at clofe of eve, I d meet, 
 
 Sweet Phcebe, beauty s queen : 
 But loft the fun fhine of her charms, 
 
 The verdant green s all brown, 
 And 1, with nothing in my arms, 
 
 Lie hard on beds, of down. 
 Then come fweet fair, and leave bchiiul 
 
 All forrow, pain, and woe, 
 N
 
 146 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 The birds dial! fmile, and the north wind 
 
 Like Boreas gently blow : 
 So {hall the daily-mantling ereen, 
 
 The covvflip-iHidded broolr, 
 In fable robes all criinfon i cen, 
 
 Reflecl: each azure look. 
 
 BALLAD 
 
 IN THE WAGS. 
 
 SO fweet I ll drefs my Zootka fair, 
 
 Such pretty toys her charms fhall deck, 
 The nails of foes fhall grace her hair, 
 
 Their eyes and teeth adorn her neck : 
 A hut I ll build her of catalps, 
 And fvveetly lung it round with fcalps, 
 And as we frantic fkip and fing, 
 And join to form the myftic ring, 
 And fymbals twang, 
 And tymbals bang, 
 And jump and prance, 
 And f -iik in v/ediock s devious dance, 
 We ll drink and yam, 
 And make the banjer cry giam, giam, 
 The rofe let Europe s beauties boaft, 
 
 Afia the faifron s fickly die, 
 Let Ebon wives grace Afric s coaft : 
 
 Can thefe with lovely Zootka vie ? 
 Her olive cheek the glofs outfhine?, 
 That decorates the copper mines 
 Come then and frantic, &c. 
 Some (have theii eyebrows for the fair, 
 
 Others for love pull out their teeth, 
 Some by the roots tear up their hair, 
 
 To form a pret :y marriage wreath : 
 My loving fift at Zootka s nofc 
 Shall aim a hundred tender blows, 
 And as they frantic, &c. 
 
 RONDEAU IN THE WAGS. 
 
 IN peace, when fprightly drum and fife 
 Quick inarches iwectiy p ay,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 147 
 
 Then charming is the foldier s life, 
 
 To lounge it ail ihe day : 
 How different the trade is 
 
 From war s deflrucHve call, 
 He ooles all the iadicp, 
 
 And dances at the baP. 
 The fafh fo fwect a zone is, 
 
 So powerful are its charms, 
 That Mars becomes Adonis, 
 
 Reclines in Venus arms, 
 
 No more upon the dangerous plain, 
 Death grimly ftalks abroad, 
 
 No more 
 
 The gafping and unpitied flain, 
 V/c!tering in gore, 
 tor unavailing help implore: 
 Their fpirits iffue with a groan, 
 Their eyes are doled in endlefs night, 
 
 Ueuolders arc with horror aw d, 
 And dread a fate, fad fate of woe, 
 
 Thu foon may be their ow: : . 
 No time for pity now ! the fi^lit 
 
 Grow 3 hot, 
 
 The trumpet founds a charge, 
 S )ldiers and fteeds wirh ardour glow, 
 Stern carnage takes the field, 
 
 And traverfes his boundaries long ar.d large : 
 Tlie word is die or yield, 
 
 And merry is lorgot : 
 Such is the^ dreadful ardour of the war ; 
 Yet diiTjrcnt; far 
 When all thefc horrors ceafe, 
 Avid foldiers taile the joys of fmiling peace- 
 Sweet peace, &c. 
 The well pack d column, iike a rock, 
 
 While th- j y the war luft.iiii 
 Greatly receive an army s lliock, 
 The glorious terror of the plain ; 
 Advancing near, 
 The foe is (truck aghafl, 
 The panic fpreads, 
 I ale iear 
 Gjtini o.i cin fait;
 
 148 
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 To order s poft confuiion now fuceeeds, 
 
 And now the mint becomes the rear; 
 .Ail reKi ution s gone, 
 
 "VVJuJi wan defpair, 
 
 Turn \l gcii ral, to definition leads cm on: 
 They fly, 
 Folui v the vigors crv, 
 
 W. r s diiHdiul tcmpcft comes, 
 
 Tru :;pcts Kli-J u: 
 
 Sr.oius, groans, and thund ring cannon* rend the fky I 
 
 The banners flutt ring late in air, 
 ?vow from the bearers grafp are torn, 
 
 And ou the J pear 
 Of vitilory borne : 
 The flroke s decifive ! glutted war, 
 Dtfc< r.ding from his fanguine car, 
 Tired foidiersfrom their poft releafc, 
 To tafle she joys of fmiling peace. 
 Jjwect peace, c. 
 
 RONDEAU IN THE WAGS. 
 
 JACK dances and fing -, and is always content, 
 
 In his vows to his lafs he ll ne er fail her, 
 His anchor s a-trip when his money s ail Jpent 
 
 A^d this is the life of a Jailor. 
 Alert in hi dutv, lie readily flies 
 
 Who.".: \vinds the tir d vcflcl are flinging, 
 
 ! ; finik to tiic fca ^odf, or tois d to the f^its, 
 
 Mil I.-.C K is found working and fingiiig : 
 I. ir: .flc of ;:n enemy, boldly and brave. 
 
 !!f !l wills broadfidt on bioadudc regale lu.r, 
 } "ct iif H ive . to the foul o er that ciic my * grave, 
 
 So nobic a the mind of a lailor. 
 I..t cannons ro.ir loiid, Iniifis their fide- let tLebombfj 
 
 Let the winds a dread hurricane rattle, 
 ! he rough and the pleafant he t?.!-s as it tomes, 
 
 And !;cif h at tht ft-ortn and the battle : 
 Id a iofi. rii g powci while Jack pit-.. his truft, 
 
 AS (ortune comes, fmillmg he Uhail her, 
 r .eHgn d, fiii, and manly, fin^e what mufl oc mufi, 
 
 Ar.d this Is :he mii.d of a f.iilor.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 149 
 
 Though carelefs and headlong, if danger fhould prefs, 
 
 And rank d mongfl the free lift of rovers, 
 Yet he ll melt juto tears at a ta e of diftrtf., 
 
 And prove the moft ronltant of lovers : 
 To rancour unknown, to no pafllon a flavc, 
 
 Nor unmanly, nor mean, nor a railcr, 
 He s gentle as mercy? as fortitude brave 
 
 And this is a true hearted failor. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WAGS. 
 
 BLEST Friendship hail ! ihy gifts pofTeffing, 
 
 That happy mortal s rich indeed : 
 Thou willing giv ft each earthly bleffing 
 
 To all but thofe who ftand in need : 
 Thy words arcfwcet as Hybla s honey, 
 In accents kind, and mild, and civil, 
 Flows thy advice : thou giv ft not money, 
 *For money is the vsry devil : 
 A ul rather than the foul temptation 
 
 Should into fcrapes thy friend betray, 
 Difint reftcd confiderabion, 
 
 Tliou kindly tak ft it all away. 
 Are his affairs at rack and manger, 
 
 L jft a bad world thy friend ihould choufe, 
 No time for thee to play the (Iranger, 
 
 Thou dcign ft to manage ail his houfe : 
 To make him thy good plcafure tarry, 
 
 To kifs thy feet, to leap o er fticks, 
 To run, to hop, to fetch, to carry, 
 
 And play a thoafand monkey tricks. 
 Nay, if thy liquorilh chops fhould water, 
 
 To eatt him of domettic ftrife, 
 Thou rid lt him of a flirting daughter, 
 
 Or, kinder flill, thou ftcal ft his wife. 
 Corac then, my friend, prevent my pleafurc, 
 
 And out of doors politenefs kick, 
 With me and mine pray keep no meafure, 
 
 Drench me with Ku npers, make me fick : 
 My cellar bleed, devour my mutton, 
 
 Upon my vitals dine and fup : 
 
 N2
 
 150 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Come on thou kind, thnu friendly glutton, 
 
 Kill, barbecue, and cat me up. 
 Then, to the lad a friend, dciert me, 
 
 That wife by dear experience grown, 
 And having no kind friend to hurt me, 
 
 I may, at lalt, become my own. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE WAGS. 
 
 WHAT fong fliall I chant ? while I fing Venus f[>arrovvs, 
 
 Her cefhis, her dove, 
 
 Shall I h;;ld forth on love ? 
 Source of i o many b .ciiings and ill*, 
 t)u which fo many Cupids have blunted liitir arrow?, 
 
 And fo many poets their quills ! 
 
 All its pains and its pleaftucs, its milchicfs and joys, 
 Have been fung o er and o er, by fond girls and vain boys, 
 .Not a finglc new thought the Pierian fprins; 
 On Jove caninfpire : nor of love will I fin^. 
 While I celebrate uproar, and bottles and glaact, 
 
 That fools think divine, 
 
 Shall my fong be on win:: ? 
 Source of fo many lurfeifs and feafls, 
 Where fo many topers havf toafted their laties, 
 
 And fo many men become beafts ! 
 Let thafe defcribe wine who can drink till they reef, 
 Twere fo. : Iy to write on a theme 1 can t fed ; 
 How can I, who ne er drink but what flows from health s 
 
 fpring, 
 
 Find words the delight of a drunkard to fing ? 
 While 1 ceiehraic mtn who all corsfort and pleafure 
 
 Leave at home for a name, 
 
 Shall I dtfcant on fame ? 
 Source of fo many murders an 1 woe*. 
 Where fo m:;ny heroes have plunclui- d f >r tieai.nr. 
 
 And I o mmy friends become iva- ! 
 A flranger to battles, and all their dcii .;iit, 
 Fond of peace and it* jo , s. I can t fiiiu der and write : 
 The btft plume that e er hero bore ofVl rc r. I .imi. s "inj 
 Should not tempt me a fcene of fuel* horror to fine. 
 What dial! be my fong ? Shall I celebrate riches ? 
 
 Whofe grafp cm combine 
 
 L ivp , glory, and wine ! 
 Source of each mortal man a rife and fail :
 
 DIDDIN S SELECTED SONG?. 151 
 
 Tnat thing youth and age, high aad low, that bewitches! 
 
 A nothing that comprehends all! 
 
 Be the theme of thefe of other?, they cannot be mine : 
 Till love s led by prudence, by temperance wine, 
 Till w<tr fhall i weet peace, and go d charity bring, 
 Rcafon fniiks, and iorbids me fuch foliy to fing. 
 
 BALLAD -- IN THE WAGS. 
 
 BUT, perhap.-, while thus boldly cxpofing each e f, 
 A dape to pafiion, or foliy, or pel* 7 , 
 I the critic fevered become of myflf, 
 
 PrefuBUnt to hope for your favours 
 What is it to me -who iiugs great, or fings final!,. 
 Or whether knave firft every knave likes to cull, 
 Or who s roguilh, or honefl Lord nothing at all, 
 
 iiat to tke out the crotchets and quavers. 
 Advice from a la\vy<.:, a fniile from liis grace, 
 From a hypocrit trca. hcry with a fmo itU face, 
 Fmm a billiop a bieiiing, a ganvittr air.is acc r 
 
 Tnc public receive for their favours.: 
 Thus in their vocati )n all earneftly join, 
 For what inoultl a >nan circulate but his own coin ? 
 Let us humbly entreat then you ll not rcfufe mine, 
 
 i hough compoi d but of utotchcts ana qaavtrs. 
 
 Every piece is full weight, nor debas J by vile art, 
 t>tenin^> gratitude (till will be found in each part, 
 The lively imprcffioo was made on my heart, 
 
 For what lefs can. purchafe your favours ? 
 T!ius I fearlefs fubmit to p.afs through yuiir mint, 
 When ailky d, ihou d you riad tiitire b no counterfeit in t, 
 The ftanip of your kind approbation iinurint, 
 
 To pafs current my crotchets aad quavers. 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 TIGHT lads have I fail d with, but none e er fo lightly, 
 As honeft EiU Bobilay, fo kind and fo true : 
 
 lie d lin^ like a mermaid, and foot it fo lightly, 
 The iorixaiUe s pride, auti delight of the c;xw ?
 
 152 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But poor as a beggar, and often in tatters 
 
 He went, though h : s f( rtune \\a-, kind without end ; 
 
 For money, cried Bill, and them there fort of matters, 
 What s the good on t d ye fee, but 10 fuccour a friend. 
 
 There s Nipchcefe the purfer, by grinding and fqueezing, 
 
 Fir ft plund ring, then leaving, the fhip like a rat, 
 The eddy of fortune ftands on a ftiff breeze in, 
 
 And inou. ts, fierce ?s fire, a -dog-vane in his hat. 
 My bark, through hard ftorms on life s ocean fhould rock her, 
 
 Though flie roll in misfortune, and pitch end for end, 
 No, never fhall Bill keep a {hot in the locker, 
 
 When by handing it out, he can fuccour a friend, 
 
 Let them throw out their wipes, and cry, Spight of their 
 croffet, 
 
 1 And forgetful of toil that fo hardly they bore, 
 That failors, at fea, earn their money like horfet, 
 
 To fquander it idly like affes afhore. 
 Such lubbers their jaw wouid coil up, could they rr.eafurc, 
 
 By their feelings, the gen rous delight without end, 
 That gives birth in us tars to that truefl of pkafure, 
 
 The handing our rhino to fuccaur a friend. 
 
 Why what s all this nonfenfe they talks of, and pother, 
 
 About rights of man ? What a plague are they at ? 
 If they mean that each man to his mef.hiate s a brother, 
 
 Why the lubberly fwabs, ev ry fool can tell that. 
 The rights of us Llritons we knows to be loyal, 
 
 In our country s defence our laft moments to fpend, 
 To fight up to the cars to proieiil the blood royal, 
 
 To be true to our wives, aud to fuccour a friend. 
 
 RONDEAU - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 BEAUTY I fell, who ll buy ? Who 11-buy ? 
 
 Roles and lilies girls, here am I; 
 
 Neither black, brown, nor fair, fliall have caufe for com 
 
 plaint, 
 
 They fliall look like angels, and all without paint: 
 Who ll buy? Who ll buy? 
 Here am 1. 
 
 Come maids and be beautiful, eafy s the tafk, 
 Ufe the rouge newly taken from modcfty s maik; 
 As it blooms rt-all fair truth Ihew your heart in the flufli, 
 And duty s cuit.iicl fliall poiiih the blufli,
 
 I 3 
 
 For duty gives charms that (hall laft all your lives: 
 None but dutiful .laughters make beautiful \tivc*. 
 
 Beauty I fell, &c. 
 
 Now s your time, all ya wives, would ye beautiful grow, 
 Draw fome drops from content s lucid fount as they How ; 
 Take the milunefs of love, throw away all the art, 
 Mix thefe in endearment s alembic, the heart, 
 Let the fire of attention the whole :,itly boil, 
 Then add nature s bcfl glofs, a perpetual fmile, 
 
 Beauty I fell, &c. 
 
 Come round me, I ve wares for maid, widow, and wife : 
 This eiTcnce of truth to the eyes gives a life, 
 This tincture of fwcetnefs fhall lilies difdoie, 
 And from this, virtue s balm, fhall fpring be.uity s boflrofe; 
 Then while art s in iafhiou, how can vou refufc, 
 That which nature and re afon permit you to ufc? 
 Beauty I fell, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 TO the plain, to the plain, hark ! hark we are fummon d 
 away ; 
 
 The birds with new notes thrill the heart through the ear; 
 Trees and flow rs frefli liv ry have put on t,day, 
 
 And the fun with nc.w ^!ory begins his career ! 
 Some i picndid occafion Arcadia invites 
 
 lo the court of its lov d. its illttftrinuj lord, 
 Where, whiic plcafures and fports blend their various de- 
 lights, 
 
 Plenty empties her well loaded horn en the board. 
 What, what c^n it mean ? 
 For our hearts king and queen 
 
 MHV jv.il (ale tlv.is each day fome new plcafures prepare : 
 The fnorts now begun! 
 
 *Tj< the nuptials propitious of Fred rick their foil, 
 Ai.t! the f:>ng, and the dune;-, and the clarion fo loud, 
 And thofe acclamations we hear from the crowd, 
 
 Ail hail the royal pair. 
 N >" louder it grows I " ris the bridegroom and bride ; 
 
 \V:iat loyalty rent the glad air as it ruiip., 
 Hv a M:irs in his ca - , Ve:ius ilie, by his lide ; 
 
 He a hero, and ilic fru;n a luro * IMLC l\jrun>>.
 
 1 54 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Venus here finds her court ; three fwcet Graces arc fecn, 
 
 ihan Cythtrea more lovely, more mild dian her dove, 
 The fair ftrangcr to hail, in their hearts to reign queen, 
 
 i- -ach a Inter in beauty, a iifkr in love : 
 And fee the glad throng, 
 fur the dance and the long 
 
 With eager rdpe&iul affection prepare ! 
 The fports are begun, 
 George fandions the nuptials of Frederick his fon. 
 
 While thefong, &c. 
 
 Again a loud burft ! What new flioutsrent the air ! 
 
 A iond brother a bride to a fond brother gives ! 
 While a father, a mother, a progeny rare, 
 
 Each alike imparts tranfport, and tranfport receives. 
 Long, long may t^ie-rjoys in ? tide of love flow, 
 
 Pure, unmix d from the conjugal fount whence they fprhr 
 The firft title of human perfection we know 
 
 Is the parent whole virtues iiluftrate the kin<r. 
 And fee the glad throng, 
 For the dance and the i ong 
 
 With eager rcfpcctful attention prepare ! 
 The fports are begun, 
 George functions the nuptials of Frederick his fon : 
 
 While the long, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 I THAT once was a ploughman, a failor am now, 
 
 No lark that aloft in the iky, 
 Ever flutter d his \\ings to give fpeed to the plough 
 
 Was fo gay or fo careiefs as I : 
 
 But my friend w<f- a earfindo aboard a king s ihip, 
 And he ax d me to go juft to fea for a tap, 
 And he talk d of fuch things, 
 As if failors were kir.gs, 
 And fo teizing did keep, 
 
 That 1 lefc my poor plough to go ploughing the deep : 
 No longer the horn 
 Call me up in the morn, 
 
 I traded the carfindo and the inconftant wind, 
 That made me for to go and leave my dear behind. 
 I did not much like for to be aboard a Pnip v 
 
 When in danger there ? no liucr io creep out :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 155 
 
 1 liked the jolly tars, I liked bumbo and flip, 
 
 But I did not like rocking about : 
 By and by comes a hurricane, I did not like that : 
 Next a battle that many a failor laid flat : 
 Ah, cried I, who would roam 
 That like me had a home ? 
 Where I d fow, and I d reap, 
 
 Ere I left my poor plough, to go ploughing the deep i 
 Where fweetly the horn 
 Cali d me up in the morn, 
 
 Ere I trufted the carfindo and the inconftant wind, 
 That made me for to go and leave my dear behind. 
 At laft fafe I landed and in a whole fkin, 
 
 Nor did I make any long flay, 
 Ere I found by a frienc 1 , whom I ax d for my kin, 
 
 Father dead, and my wife ran away : 
 Ah who but thyfelf, faid I, haft thou to blame, 
 Wives lofing their hufbands, oft lofe their good name ; 
 Ah why did I roam, 
 When fo happy at home, 
 I could fow, and could reap, 
 
 Ere I left my poor plough, to go ploughing the deep : 
 When fo fweetly the horn 
 Cali d me up in the morn: 
 
 Curfe light upon the carfindo and the inconftant wind, 
 That in ride me for to go and leave my dear behind. 
 Whv if that be the cafe, faid this verv fame friend, 
 
 And you ben t no more minded to roam, 
 Gis a ili^ke by the fift, all your cares at an end, 
 
 Dad s alive, and your wife fafe at home ! 
 Stark (taring with joy, I leapt out of my fkin, 
 Bufs d my wife, mother, fifkr, and all of my kin: 
 Now cried I, let them roam, 
 Who want a good home ; 
 1 am well, fo I ll keep, 
 
 Nor again leave my plough to go ploughing the deep : 
 Once more flial! the horn 
 Call me up in the morn, 
 
 Nor fliall any damn d carfindo, nor the inconftant wind, 
 E er tempt me for to go, and leave my dear behind. 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICAL!. 
 
 THE peafant in his humble cot, 
 The Ethiope on the fandy Nile,
 
 6 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 The mole-like Laplander, whofe grot 
 
 lioafts litile genial nature s fmile : 
 Thcfe, bittlt with virtue, are not poor; 
 
 Her cheering voice inch thrilling comfort brings, 
 It throws around the thatch obfcure 
 
 A joy that fhames the palaces of kings. 
 Oh virtue, fnrrowing man s relief, 
 
 In pitv by kind heaven fent, 
 That tear ft away the thorn of grief, 
 
 And plant fl inftead the rofe content! 
 Thy fmalleft fpark iuch luftre owns, 
 
 With it fuch truth and dignity it brings, 
 It throws obfcurity on thrones, 
 
 And beams to dim the diadem of kings ! 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 SWEET fung the lark, high pois d in air, 
 
 When on as fweet a morn, 
 In Hymen s fane, one fate to fhare, 
 
 Anna and I were fworn. 
 Sweetly the thrufh, in varied fong, 
 
 The vacant joy encrcss d, 
 When kindly came the village throng 
 
 To join the marriage fealt. 
 But fweeter fang the nightingale, 
 
 Love s herald of the grove, 
 When Cynthia, through the filver vale, 
 
 Led to the bow r of love ! 
 The lark s fweet morning fong of joy 
 
 Is known by that content, 
 A lovely girl and blooming boy, 
 
 Are given us to cement : 
 The thrufh ftill merrily at noon, 
 
 In varied cadence ilngs, 
 When fmiling fortune oft fome boon, 
 
 To cheer our labour, brings : 
 Nr, time far diftant, fliali we grieve, 
 
 Though blcfling now and bltft, 
 When Philomel, at nature s eve, 
 
 Shall lull us into reft.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 157 
 
 -< ;S><Sg> S">->X 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS* 
 
 DEAR John prithee tell me, cried Ruth, 
 
 To Gubbins, her husband, one day, 
 Dolt not think, in good (both, 
 I ihould fwear but the truth 
 
 Did I fwear what I am going to fay ? 
 
 That wedlocks s a ftate, 
 In good humour, that fate 
 
 Contriv d to blefs woman and man, 
 And that Giies here s an afs, 
 Who fuch fortune lets pals ? 
 
 All iliould marry as foon as they can. 
 
 Why Goody, cried Gubbins, you know 
 My thoughts of the thing lore to day, 
 
 Nor, as I flall fliew, 
 
 Need oiia maay miles go 
 To prove what I am going to fiy. 
 
 Did wives ever fcold, 
 Were they ugly, or old, 
 
 A fpoufe were a mifcrablc man : 
 But i mooth is their tongue, 
 They re all comely and young ! 
 
 Giles get married asfwon as you can. 
 If one s children one wifh d in their grave., 
 
 Still plaguing one day after day, 
 The girls faihion s {laves, 
 Thy boys puppies and knaves, 
 
 One then might have fomething to fay ; 
 But brats are no evil, 
 They ne er play the devil, 
 
 Nor have wives from their duty e er run , 
 Then fince, my friend Giles, 
 Wedlock greets you with finilcs, 
 
 Get married as foon as you can 
 Cried Ruth, will you let your tongue rua 
 
 Here you fcurvy old villain I rule ! 
 Rwgues there are, faid the fon, 
 Bur, old Quiz, am I one ? 
 
 Cried the daughter, my father o a fool 
 O
 
 158 
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Don t you fee, Gubbins cried, 
 I ve the tendcrcft bride, 
 
 And beft children that ever bleft man.! 
 Giles would you be driven, 
 To bediam or heaven, 
 
 Get married as foon as you can ! 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 LET fons of flothdream time away, 
 
 Regardlefs what niay follow, 
 And rail at us who wake the day 
 
 With horn, and hound, and hollow : 
 Vv e their pursuits fhould find the fame, 
 
 To their fecrets were we privy, 
 Each man to hunt fome favourite game 
 
 Through life goes on tantivy. 
 
 The book-worm hunts the anueiit fchools, 
 
 And walks with Ariftotle, 
 Black-legs and ladies hunt for fools, 
 
 The toper hunts his bottle 
 Thus fhould we find, whate er the name, 
 
 To their fecrets were we privy, 
 Mankind to hunt, &c, 
 When dodlors come in at the death, 
 
 For true bred hunters ihefe are, 
 The patient cries, with his laft breath, 
 
 " Et tu Brute! then fall Cxfar." 
 Thus we with fafety might proclaim, 
 
 To tfeeir fecrets were we privy, 
 Mankind to hunt, &c. 
 
 The mifanthrope hunts out for woes, 
 Muck-worms are for gold purfuing, 
 
 While neck und nothing, as he goes, 
 The fpend thrift hunts his ruin. 
 
 Bold tars for honour hunt the wind, 
 Outrageous faints hunt finncrs, 
 
 While v/kh round beliy, capon-lin d, 
 Fat aldermen hunt dinners, 
 hus fhould we find men s views the fame, 
 To their fecrets were we privy, 
 
 All, to hunt, &c.
 
 DIBDINS SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Fame courtiers hunt from place to place, 
 
 Rakes hunts new fits of features, 
 While generous hearts urge on the chafe, 
 
 To relieve their fellow creatures : 
 .l^t us, while to our action s aim, 
 
 Jv irdlefs who are privy, 
 In chafe of pleafure, as fair game, 
 
 Through liie go on tantivy. 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 POOR. Peggy lov cl a foldier lad, 
 More, far more, than tongue can tell ye, 
 
 Yet was her tender boiom fad 
 Whene er fhe heard the loud ieve!;ez .- 
 
 The fi cs were fcreetch owls to her ears, 
 The drums like thunder feem d to rattle, 
 
 All too prophetic were her fears, 
 They call d him from her arms to battle! 
 
 There wonders he again ft the foe 
 Performed, and was with laurels crown d, 
 
 Vain pomp ! for foon deatli laid him low 
 On the cold ground. 
 
 Her heart all love, her foul all truth, 
 That none her fears or flight diicaver, 
 
 Poor Peg, in guife a comely youth, 
 Follow d to the field her lover. 
 
 Directed by the file and drum, 
 To where the work of death was doing, 
 
 Where of brave hearts the time was come, 
 Who, feeking honour, gra!p at ruin. 
 
 Her very foul was chillYi with \voc, 
 New horror came in every found, 
 
 And whifper d death had laid him low- 
 On the cola ground- 
 
 With mute affliction as flic flood, 
 While her woman s fears confound her 
 
 With terror all her foul fubdu d, 
 A mourning train came thronging round her: 
 
 The plaintive fife and muflvd drum 
 Th~ martial obfequies difcover, 
 
 His name flis heard, anvi cried I come, 
 Faithful to meet my murder *! lover!
 
 160 DIBDIN S SELECT-ED SONGS. 
 
 Then heart-rent by a figh of woe, 
 Fc-J!, to the grief of nU around, 
 
 Where death had laid her lover low 
 On the cold 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 MANKIND a lgft drunk, ay and womankind too, 
 
 As by proof I fliall prefent. y Ihew you : 
 See that upftart, to power who unworthily grew, 
 
 With go< cl lort uiic 10 drunk he don t know vou. 
 Then rour.cl with ihe bowl, the tree s known by its trunk, 
 
 Tis not liquor our natures can vary ; 
 And pow r as completely can make a man drunk 
 
 .As claret, or fack, or canary. 
 
 Why reels that poor wretch ? Why his eyes does lie roll ! 
 
 Why mutter and ftorm in that fafhion ? 
 What wine has he drank ? How oit emptied the bowl ! 
 
 Not at ail lir, the man s in a paffion ! 
 Then round with the bowl , the tree s known by its trunk ! 
 
 Tis not liquor cur natures can vary, 
 And paffion as eafy can make mortals drunk 
 
 As claret, or fack, or canary. 
 See that whimfical creature, now cry, and now laugh, 
 
 Now rave, and now florm, and now fidget ! 
 He s not drunk fir, for all he s fo like a great calf, 
 
 Tis jealoufy makes him an idiot ! 
 Then round with the bow!, the trees known by its trunk, 
 
 Tis not liquor our natures can vary, 
 And love as completely can make a man drunk 
 
 As claret, or fack, or canary. 
 See thofe beautiful creatures like angels come on, 
 
 Form d us fellows to keep to our tether, 
 Say, ent it a pity they are all half gone ! 
 
 Not with wine, but a cap and a feather ! 
 Then round with the bo\> I, the tret s known by its (nink, 
 
 Tis not liquor our natures c;ui vary, 
 And fafhicm as cafy can make ladies drunk 
 
 As claret, or fack, or canary. 
 Thus palTion, or power, or whim, or caprice, 
 
 Poor mortals can make non i e ipfc;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 161 
 
 V. r c fwil: like a (purge, or a mayor at a feaft, 
 The men dr iuk, and the ladies all tipfey ! 
 
 Then round \vi:ii the bowl, the tree s knownby its trunk, 
 Tis not liquor our natures can vary, 
 
 And folly as eafy can make mortals drunk 
 As claret, or lack, or canary. 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 DAPPER Ted Tattoo is my natty name, 
 
 For a roll or a trevally, 
 Among the girls loud founds my fame, 
 
 "When I their quarters rally. 
 
 For with fife and drum 
 
 I fmirking come, 
 
 Leer, cock my hat, 
 
 Swear and all that, 
 
 Nor never dread 
 
 A broken r.ead 
 Where the c;.ufe of ftrife s a doxy : 
 
 But as for wars, 
 
 And wound?, and fears, ,;^ 
 
 And fighting foes, 
 
 And thump.-, and blows, 
 I d rather fight by proxy. 
 When chiefs and privates mingled lie, 
 
 And gafp without affiftance, 
 In baggage waggon, perch d up, I 
 
 Stand umpire at a diftance : 
 
 And with fife and drum 
 
 I fvnirking come, 
 
 Mongfl foldicr s wives, 
 
 Who lead merry lives, 
 
 Kbr ever dread 
 
 A broken head 
 Where the caufe of ftrife s a doxy ; 
 
 Let their hufbands go, 
 
 And, gainft the foe 
 
 Gain glory s fears 
 
 In honour s wars : 
 I d rather fight by proxy. 
 Yet think ye I am not renown d 
 
 la foreign wars and civil, 
 O a
 
 161 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Why, fir, when fafe at home and found, 
 Zounds I could fight the devil ? 
 And with fife and drum, 
 Can fmirking come, 
 And cock my hat, 
 Leer and all that, 
 Nor never dread 
 A broken head, 
 
 Wken the caufe of ftrife s a doxy : 
 Let others go, 
 And, gain ft the foe, 
 Gain glory s fears 
 In honour s wars : 
 I d rather fight by proxy. 
 
 Thus through the world I make a noife 
 
 Where er I am a fojeurner, 
 The mighty wonder and furprifc 
 
 Of every chimney corner! 
 
 Where with fife and drum 
 
 I fmirking come, 
 
 And rap out zounds, 
 
 And talk of wounds, 
 
 jMor ever dread 
 
 A broken head 
 Where the caufe of ftrife s a doxy : 
 
 They re fools who go, 
 
 And, gainft the foe, 
 
 In glory s wars 
 
 Gain honour s fears : 
 I m wife, and fight by proxy. 
 
 BALLAD -IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 LADIES smcPgentlcmen I m a beau, 
 
 A beau I have been all my life, 
 And yet may the devil fetch me if I know 
 
 How 1, .whole whole trade i 
 
 To tickle up the ladies, 
 Wave never yet got roe a wife. 
 I ftartc-d in life bout the year fixty two, 
 My fmall clothes were fcaViet, my Bookings were blue, 
 My ihoes were ha f-boots, pudding lleevcs too 1 wore, 
 My hat in the true uiitol cock, and the more
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 163 
 
 O er the fair to prevail, 
 I fported a fine ramilic for a cue, 
 
 For what s a beau or a monkey without a tail ? 
 
 Fafhion thus yields to fafhion, as night yields to day, 
 
 The huge hat that was eock d with an air 
 Soon was kick d out of doors, of the fmart Nivcrncfz 
 
 The charm d world fung the praifes, 
 
 The belles put on jaxics, 
 And the baaux fported now their own hair. 
 1-5 y that time it came to the year feve nty-two, 
 The fiiihions of mixture of old were and new; 
 Your hair like a bufhel might look or a wjc, 
 Or nine hairs of a fide, with the tail cf a pig, 
 
 For me o er the fair to prevail, 
 I had feven yards of ribbon to make me a queue, 
 
 For what s a beau or a monkey without a tail ? 
 Again with the varying modes did I jump, 
 
 Of fafhion I gave the grand pas; 
 My coat hung to my heels, or was tuck dto my rump, 
 
 In all circles fhoving, 
 
 A beau, or a iloven, 
 With a flouch, or a chape? u de br^s : 
 Thus I fported my figure about eighty-two, 
 Drove a two-ftory gig^ that four pony rats dre\v, 
 Wore a coat with icven capes, thirteen waiftcoats in one 
 And, that I might ne er be in folly outdone, 
 
 With the fair to prevail, 
 A large porter s knot would have fcarce held my queue, 
 
 For what s a beau or a monkey without a tail ? 
 Thus in all forts of modiih aficir.bles the firft, 
 
 Have my purfe, health, and fpirits been hack d, 
 But the nolifh worn off, nothing left but the rufr, 
 
 I of failiion s ftrange ftagc*, 
 
 Like hhakelpeare s Seven Ages, 
 Play the farce, though I m in at the lafb a<fr, 
 Anivtd to year of Our Lord ninety-two, 
 1 drefs, and I coax, and ! flirt, but won t do; 
 At a hundred and one I ihould (till be a fop, 
 lut done up, and nick named by the world the grey crop, 
 
 Can I hope to prevai , 
 To play gallantry s part I have now loft my cue, 
 
 For what s A beau or a monkey without a tail.
 
 164 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS* 
 
 ALAS ! the battle s loft and won, 
 
 Dick Flint s borne off the field 
 By death, from whom the flouted run, 
 
 Who makes whole armies yield ! 
 Dick well in honour s footflep trodj 
 
 Erav d Avar and its alarms, 
 Now death beneath the humble fod 
 
 Has grounded his arms ! 
 Dick s march* d before us, on a rout 
 
 Where ev ry foldier s feat, 
 His fire h dead, hi j courage out, 
 
 His ammunition fpent : 
 His form fo acftivc s now a clod, 
 
 His grace no longer charms, 
 For death beneath the humble fod 
 
 Has grounded his arms ! 
 Come fire a volly o er his grave, 
 
 Dead marches Jet us beat ; 
 War s honours well become the bravj 
 
 M r ho found their laft retreat. 
 All muft obey Fate s awful nod, 
 
 Whom life this moment warms, 
 Death foon or late, beoeath the fod 
 
 Will ground the foldier s arms ! 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 ADIEU my gallant failor. obey thy dufy s call, 
 
 Though fa!fe the fea, there s truth afhorc; 
 Till nature is found changing, thou rt i ure of conftani 
 
 Poll: 
 
 And yet, as now we fever, 
 Ah much I fear that never 
 Shall I alas behold thce more. 
 jack kifs d tier, hitch d his trowfcrs, ami hied him to begone. 
 
 Weigh d anchor, and loft fight of fhore , 
 Next day a brik fouth wefltr a heavy gr.le brought on,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 165 
 
 Adieu cried luck for ever, 
 For much I fear that never 
 Shall I, fweet Poll, behold you more. 
 Poll heard that to the bottom vas funk her honeft tar, 
 
 And for a. while lamented fore ; 
 
 At length cried (lie, I ll marry ; what flioul.-l I tarry for ? 
 I may lead apes for ever, 
 Jack s gone, and never, never 
 Shall I alas, bthold him more ! 
 Jack fafe and found returning, fought cut his faithful Poll, 
 
 Think you, cried flie, thaf f?.lfe I fwore,^ 
 I m conftant fh ll as ever, tis nature s chang d, that s all ; 
 And thus we part for ever, 
 For never, failor, never 
 Shall I behold you more ! 
 If, as you fay, that naturelike winds can fhift and veer, 
 
 About (hip for a kinder fliore, 
 
 1 hear d the trick you play d me, and fo,d ye fee, my dear, 
 To a kind heart for ever 
 I ve fp iced myfelf, fo never 
 Shall I falfe Poll, behold you more. 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 SPANKING Jack was fo comely, fo pleafaot fo jolly, 
 
 Though winds blew great guns, (till he d whittle and jing, 
 
 Jack lov d his friend, and was true to his Molly, 
 
 And, if honour gives grcatnefs, was great as a king : 
 
 One night, as \vc drove with two reefs in the main fail, 
 
 And the feud came on low ring upon a Ice fliore, 
 Jack went up aloft, for to hand the top gantfail, 
 
 A fpray wafh d him off, and we ne er law him more : 
 J ut gricv ing s a folly, 
 Coir.e lei us be jolly, 
 
 If we ve troubles on iVa !>oy, we ve pleafures fhore. 
 Whiffling Tom flill of mifchief, or fun in the middle, 
 
 Through life in all weathers at random would joo, 
 He d dance, and he d fing, and he d play on the fiddle, 
 
 And fwig with an air his allowance of grog : 
 
 Long fide of a Don, in the Terrible frigate, 
 
 As yard arm and yard arm we Uy oitthc flioir,
 
 166 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 In and out whiffling Tom did fo caper and jig it, 
 
 That his head was {hot off, and we ne er faw him more 
 
 But griev.ing s a folly, &c. 
 Bonny Ben was to e ich jolly mcffmate a brother, 
 
 He was manly and honeft, good naturcd and free, 
 If ever one tar wasjnore true than another, 
 
 To his friend and hit duty, that failor was he : 
 One day with the davit to weigh the cadge anchor, 
 
 Ben went in the boat on a b<>id crappy fhore, 
 He over board tipt, when a fhark and a I panker, 
 
 Soon nipt him in two, and we ne er faw him more ! 
 
 But grieving s a folly, &c. 
 But what i-.f it all lads, fhall we he down hearted 
 
 Becaufe that mayhap we now take our lafl fup ? 
 Life s cable muft one day or other be parted, 
 
 And death in fafe moorings will bring us all up : 
 But tis always the way on t, one fcarce finds a brother 
 
 Fond as pitch, honi-lt, hearty, arid true to the core, 
 But by battle, or florin, or fome damnM thing or other, 
 
 He s popp d off the ht;ek<i, and we ne er fee him more ! 
 JBut grieving s a ibiiy, 3tc. 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 ARRAH if tis no lie in this world we are living, 
 
 And it en t, lor it s feen every day, 
 That the trueft of joys honelr hearts ar^eceiving 
 
 Are thofe they are giving away. ^ 
 Sure men are all fitters, and crmfins, and brothers, 
 
 And tis clear to the frupideft elf 
 
 That the bcft kind of comfort a mm gives to others, 
 Is that which he takes to hirnfdf : 
 Thus this bodder and game, this fame meum and tuum, 
 Means the devil a meaning but fuum. 
 
 For your friend s peace of miud iliould you let your moutk 
 water, 
 
 And be getting the wifli you obtain, 
 In poffefling his purl ;.-, or his wife or his daughter, 
 
 What delight would the joy be but pain. 
 Then let knav ry alone, the vain work s ufelcfs hbour,.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 167 
 
 Be t for love, or for pow r or for pelf, 
 far cv ry wrong that a man does hi neighbour* 
 
 Sure is he not doing himfclf ? 
 
 Thus this bodcler, &c. 
 If I m rich, and fhould chufe to do good to another, 
 
 Arrah fait for the felfifh rlefign 
 Devil tank me, for if you allow I m his brother, 
 
 Fait and confcicncc fure is not he mine ? 
 But, fays mufty Morality, chufe objects fitting; 
 
 Jufl your fermons lay by on the flielf ; 
 Why you ftupid old big wig, arrah fure ent I getting 
 
 For one joy of his ten for myfelf. 
 Thus this bodcler, &c. 
 Then from fuch bothoration in pity releafe us, 
 
 Fortune all you beftow will rcpiy, 
 And though poor as Job, you ll all be as rich as Craefus 
 
 For you ll keep whut you ve given away: 
 The fine generous maxim then while you re purfuing 
 
 Spend your all to hoard mountains of pelf, 
 Soar high while you re finking, he prosperous in ruin, 
 
 And give joy to enjoy it yourfell. 
 
 And thus have I proved, &c 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 ^K was the morn when William left his Nancy 
 The fleecy fnow frown d on the whiten d fliorc, 
 Coid as the fears that chill d her dreary fancy, 
 
 While flie her faiior from her boi om tore : 
 To his fill d heart a little Nancy prefiing, 
 
 While a young tar the ample trowfers ey d, 
 In need of firnincis, in this ftatc diftrelling, 
 Will check d the riling figh, and fondly cried, 
 Ne er fear the perils of the fickle ocean, 
 Sorrew s a notion, 
 
 Grief all in vain ; 
 Sweet love take heart, 
 Jor we muft pare 
 
 In joy to meet again, 
 
 Laud blew the wind, when leaning on that willow 
 Where the dear name of William floed,
 
 i68 UIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 When Nancy faw, tofs d by a faithlefs billow, 
 
 A fhip daih d gainft a rock that topp d the flood : 
 Her tender heart wirh frantic forrow thrilling, 
 
 Wild as the ftorm that hoxvl d along the fhore, 
 No longer could refift a ftroke fo killing, 
 
 Tis he, fhe cried, nor fliall I fee him more ! 
 Why did he ever truft the tickle ocean, 
 Sorrow s my portion, 
 
 Mifcry and pain ! 
 Break my poor heatt. 
 For now we part, 
 
 Never to meet again, 
 Mild was the eve, a!l nature was fmiling, 
 
 Four tedious years had Nancy pafs d in grief, 
 When, with her children the fad hours beguiling, 
 
 She faw her William fly to her relief? 
 Sunk in his arms with blifs he quickly found her, 
 
 But foon return d to life, to love, and joy, 
 While her grown yoting ones anxioufly furround her, 
 
 And now Will cLiips his girl and now his boy : 
 
 Did I not fay, though tis a fickle ocean, 
 
 Sonow s all a notion, 
 Gritf all in vain ? 
 
 My joy how fweet, 
 
 For now v,\- meet, 
 Never to part again ! 
 
 BALLAD - IN PRIVATE THEATRICA -S. 
 
 LIFE S a jeft, fays the poet, arrah furt tis a pun 
 
 Men call black for white through fome quibbling pre 
 
 tence, 
 And expreifioiis ftill ufe where the found is all one, 
 
 Though as dirlant as London from Dublin the fcnfe 
 Then let era now jaft go their gig and their fun, 
 This life by my foul * nothing more than a pun, 
 Where men play on uur paffions to turn us all fools, 
 And make puns and quibbles, that we may make bulls 
 That h< s o er head and ears the fond lover declares, 
 
 And muft marry or hang the dear creature befet, 
 Conftnts, little dreaming he puns while he fwears, 
 
 For the taef does not mean he s in love, but in debt.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 169 
 
 Then let them now juftgo their gig and their fun, 
 
 This life by my foul s nothing more than a pun, 
 Where fine dafhing lovers fond widows turn fools, 
 
 And make puns and quibbles, that they may make bulls. 
 That fweet babe, fays old Bolus, I ll quickly reftore 
 
 To that mother frm whom the dear creature had birth ; 
 Punning rogue, by and by fir the child is no more, 
 
 So he lie* and fpeaks truth, for he meant mother earth ! 
 Then let them now juftgo their gig and their fun, 
 
 This life by my foul s nothing more than a pun, 
 And thus learned phyficiaus their patients turn fools, 
 
 And make puns and quibbles, that they may make bull*. 
 Says the courtier, my friend, you fhall have a fnug place, 
 
 A douceur or two more and your fuit cannot fail ! 
 The dear punning courtier gets into difgrace, 
 
 And you get fare enough a fnug place in a jail ! 
 Then let em now juft go their gig and their fun, 
 
 This life by my foul s nothing more than a pun, 
 And thus courtiers turn their dependants and fools, 
 
 And make puns and quibbles that they may make bulls, 
 Thus one thing they fay, and another exprefs, 
 
 Thus feathers cut throats, thus are fycophants civil, 
 Don t bifhops and ladies fay no, and mean yes ? 
 
 Don t \re call women angels for plaving the devil ? 
 Then let them now juft go their gig an<l their fun, 
 
 This life by my foul s nothing more than a pun, 
 Thus men laugh in their flecvcs, whiictbey turn their friend* 
 fools, 
 
 And make puns and quibbles, that they may mak bulls 
 
 RONDEAU IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 WHO calls ? Who call? ? 
 Who Wifdom calls by Mom us name ? 
 
 Who needs a fample of my quality ? 
 Momus and wifdora are the fame, 
 
 Wifdom s god s the god of jollity. 
 Let the dark fage who low rs and fcowUj 
 
 And broods o er melancholy, 
 Seek creeping fnakes and hooting owls, 
 
 And call all pleafure folly : 
 P
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 If this be truth, truth fpeaks in lies, 
 
 This axiom nought can vary, 
 If to be merry s to be wife, 
 
 To be wife is to be merry. 
 Who calls ? &c. 
 
 Be mortals motives what they mar, 
 
 Pow r, love, ambition, treafure, 
 In fpight of all wife fools can fay, 
 
 The end propos d is pleafure. 
 That truth which contradicts me, lies; 
 
 This axiom ought can vary, 
 If to be merry s to be wife, 
 
 To be wife is to be merry 
 
 Who calls ? &c. 
 Sec laughter at my beck appcarf, 
 
 And holds up men and manners, 
 Hafte joy s recruit s, Whim s volunteers, 
 
 Lift under Mom us banners : 
 I Folly drefs in Wifdom s guife, 
 
 Nor can my maxims vary : 
 If to be merry s to be wife, 
 
 To be wife is to be merry. 
 Who calls ? &c. 
 
 RONDEAU IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 A MIGHTY fultan once for fun 
 
 Indulged an inclination, 
 Tis odds by them my (lory s done 
 
 You ll make its application. 
 A wag he fent for to his court, 
 
 Who, each way you can mention, 
 To furnifli wkim, and fun, and (port, 
 
 Still tortured his invention. 
 
 To pleafe thfs fultan, &c. 
 Mongft Folly s fons and daughters to* 
 
 With Satire did he wander, 
 And flill attempting fomething new, 
 
 Relying on the candour 
 
 Of this mighty fultan, &c. 
 At length his frolics at. an end, 
 
 Cried one, I do not bam you,
 
 D.IBDIN s SELECTED SONGS. 171 
 
 But as yon merit, my goad friend, 
 
 He ll cither lave or dam you, 
 
 Will this mighty i uhan, &c. 
 But, for your comfort,, lie is juft. 
 
 And ealily contented, 
 Nor to him e er did any truft 
 
 Who afterwards repented". 
 You are the fultan who for fun 
 
 Indulge an inclination, 
 I am the wag my ftory s done 
 
 Now make its application. 
 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 IX the motley feather" d race 
 Mankind you may diftindlly trace, 
 Evermore on.pieafure s wing 
 Idly roving. 
 Fighting, loving, 
 
 They chatter, croak, and hoot, and fing. 
 Kor is my fimile unfair, 
 Among the people of the air 
 Are birds of night and birds of day, 
 Birds that on each other prey, 
 Bir.ls that whittle, birds that croak, 
 Birds that are a (landing joke, 
 Birds that decoy, and mock and call, 
 So like to birds are mortals all : 
 That in the motley feather d race, 
 Mankind you may diftindtly trace, 
 Evermore on pleafure s wing, 
 Idly roving, 
 Fighting, loving, 
 They charter, croak, and hoot, and ling. 
 
 Thou haft fcen upon the prowl, 
 
 Grave as any judge, an owl, 
 
 On birds and mice at random feize, 
 
 For wren, or linnet, 
 
 Watch the minute, 
 And make a fnatch by way of fees : 
 Lawyers, who deal in froth and words,
 
 172 IDIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 What are they all but humming-birds ? 
 Geefe art- > ,n i.f who go to law, 
 A hoarding mij er s a jackdaw, 
 Fond dov:s, like lover?, kifs and toy, 
 A bulnncli l>: an Irifh joy, 
 Jfcg!e3cd vnth sthe lu rablc wren, 
 While corm rant:> are al. aldermen ! 
 
 Thus in tit motiey f athtr d race, &c. 
 Vain peacock* thouhafl feen, wl.o hide 
 Their ugly fter, though pufPd with pride ; 
 Thus, while they balk iniuufliiue s hour, 
 
 Spacious wonde " 1 , 
 
 Hide the blunders 
 
 Of gaudy peacock? , p um d with power : 
 Tools fo love knaves one can t defer/ 
 The dove-houi e from the rookery : 
 The meercft dolt can tell you who 
 Are like the -wagtail and cuckoo : 
 And all know thofe who fwcar and He 
 Are like the noify chatt rinjj pie : 
 A hen s a flirt, \yith frizzi d top, 
 And what s the duclc-tail ci-jay ? A crop ! 
 
 Thus in the motley feather d race, ^c. 
 
 -O- 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 WHEN I comes to town with a load of hay, 
 
 Mean and lowly though I fcem, 
 I knows pretty well how they figures away, 
 
 "While I whittles and drives my ttam: 
 your natty fparks, and flafhy dames 
 
 How do I love to queer, 
 I runs my rigs, 
 And patters, and giggs, 
 And plays a hundred comical game?, 
 
 To all that cc-mes near: 
 Then in a pet 
 To hear "em trr.r, 
 
 A mobbing away they go _ ^ 
 
 , " The icoundrtl Jcferrcs to be horfe wbipt . 
 * Who, me nia . m ? ) 
 
 W,, j all, wo!
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 173 
 
 So to mind them I ne er feera, 
 But whiflles and drives my team ! 
 
 So as I fee.i.s thinking of nothing at all, 
 
 And driving as faft as I can, 
 I pins a queer thing againft the wall, 
 
 Half a monkey, and half a man ! 
 The mob came round him to put up his blood, 
 , While he s trembling from top to toe, 
 
 My whip it goes fpank, 
 I tips Ball on the flank, 
 33all plunges, and paints him all over with mud, 
 
 Queers his (lockings, and i poils the beau ! 
 Then then the fweet pretty dear 
 Ah ceuld you but hear, 
 
 ( Odds curfe you, I ll make you know, 
 
 " You infernal villain !" 
 Lord blefs your baby face, I would not hurt your 
 
 fpindle fhanks for the world ! ) 
 Wo Ball, wo ! 
 
 So to mind em I ne er feem, 
 But whiftles and drives my team. 
 
 And fo gets the fineft fun 
 
 And ft ilk that ever you faw, 
 Of all I meets I can queer ev ry one 
 
 But you gemmen of the law : 
 Though they can fcarcely put me down, 
 
 Says I, to their courts when I m led, 
 Where their tails of a pig 
 They hide with a wig, 
 How many ways in London town 
 
 They dreflts a calf s head. 
 Then ev ry dunce 
 To he ar open at once, 
 
 Like mill-clacks their clappers go, 
 (" Oh that s the fellow I faw grinning through the horfe 
 
 " collar in the county." 
 
 I fancy you re the fellow 1 faw grinning through the 
 pillory in London! ) 
 
 Wo Ba l, wo ! 
 
 So to mind tm I ne er feem, 
 JJut/whiftles and drives my lean). 
 
 P 2
 
 174 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 ~-V"<S><S >< 5!&X"X"o 
 BALLAD IN PRIVATE THEATRICALS. 
 
 I SIXG of that life of delight beyond meafure 
 
 That tars calmly lead on the boifterous main, 
 Where toil is enjoyment, where trouble s all pleafure, 
 
 And where men lofc their lives, a fure fortune to gain : 
 Where you fear no difcafei but iicknels and fcurvy, 
 
 Where the water ftinks fweetly, by way of a zeft, 
 Where you walk on your legs, when you re not topfy turvy, 
 
 And where, though you fleepfoundly, you re never at reft! 
 Then pufli round the can, oh you have not a notion 
 
 Of failors, their grog, and their fweethearts, and wives, 
 Ah give me, my foul, the tight lads of the ocean, 
 
 Who though they re fo wretched, Jead fuch happy lives. 
 Then you re always of billows and winds in the middle, 
 
 That fo dafh, and fo whiftle, and boddcr your ears, 
 And play a duet with the tar s fong and fiddle, 
 
 So fweetly that founds, and nobody hears : 
 Then to fee the tight lads, how they laugh at a flranger, 
 
 Who fears billows can drown, and nine pounders can kill 
 For you re fafe furc enough, were you not in fuch danger, 
 
 And might loll at your cafe, if you could but fit ftill. 
 
 Then pufh round the can, &c. 
 What of perils that, always the fame, are fo various, 
 
 And through fhot holes and leaks leave wide open Death s 
 
 doors, 
 Pevil a rifk s in a battle, wer t not fo precarious, 
 
 Storms were all gig, and fun, but for breakers and fliores ; 
 In ihort, a tar s life, you may fay dat 1 told it, 
 
 Who leaves quitt and peace, foreign countries to roam, 
 Is, of all other lives, I ll be bound to uphold it, 
 
 The beft life in the world, next to (laying at home. 
 Then pufh round the can, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN ?RIVATE THEATRICALS, 
 
 THIS here * what I does I, d ye fee, forms a notion 
 That our troubles, ur forrow and ftrifc, 
 
 Are the winds and the billows that foment the ocean, 
 As vvc woik through the palTu^e of lite :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 175 
 
 And for fear on life s fea left the veffel fhould founder* 
 
 To lament, and to weep, and to wail, 
 Ii a pop gun that tries to out roar a ninepounder, 
 
 All the fame as a whiff in a gale. 
 Why now I, though hard fortune has pretty near ftarv d me, 
 
 And my togs are all ragged and queer, 
 Ne ( er yet gave the hag to the friend that had ferv c d me> 
 
 Or caus-d ruin d be.tuty a tear, 
 
 Now there tother day, when my meffmate deceiv d me, 
 
 Stole my rhino, my cheft, and our Poll; 
 Do you think in revenge, while their treachery griev d me. 
 
 I a court martial call d ? Not at all, 
 This here on the matter was my way of arg Jng, 
 
 "Pis true they han t left me a crofs, 
 A vile wife and falfe friend though are gone by the bargain^ 
 
 So the gain d ye fee s more than the lofs. 
 
 Tor though fortune s a jilt, and has, &c. 
 
 The heart s all when that s built as it fhould, found and 
 clever, 
 
 We jo fore the wind like a fly, 
 But, i! rotten and crank, you may luff up for ever, 
 
 You ll always fail in the wind s eye : 
 With palaver and nonfeiife I m net to be paid off, 
 
 I m a drift, let it blow then great guns, 
 A gale, a frefh breeze, or the old gcmir.cn s head off, 
 
 I take s Jife rough and fmcoth as it runs : 
 
 (Jonteutj through hard fortune, &c. 
 
 FINALE - IN THE COALITION, 
 
 LAWYERS pay you with words, and fine ladies with va 
 pours, 
 
 Your parlbns with preaching, and dancers with capeis, 
 Soldiers pay you with courage, and fome with their lives, 
 Some men with their fortunes, and fome with their wives .- 
 Some with fame, fomc with conscience, and many throw 
 
 both in, 
 
 Phyficians with latin, and great men with nothing; 
 I, not to be finguiar in fuch a throng, 
 For your kindnefs pay you with the end of a fong. 
 But pleading, engrofGng, declaring, and vap r!--.;, 
 And lighting, and hectoring, and dancing and capering,
 
 S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 And preaching, and fvvearing, and bullying prefcribing f 
 And coaxing, and wheedling, and feeing, and bribing, 
 And every profeffiona] art of hum-drumming 
 Is clearly in fomc fort of fpecies of humming ; 
 Humming ! nay, take me with you, the term s very ftrong f 
 But I only meant humming the end of a fong, 
 
 For all who this evening have paid me attention 
 I would I had language cf fome new invention 
 My thanks to return, for where s the expreffion 
 Can defcribe of your kindnefs the grateful imprcffion ? 
 May every defire of your hearts be propitious, 
 Be lading fuccefs the refult of jour wifb.es, 
 Unimpair d he your joys, your lives happy nd long ! 
 And now I am come to the end of my fong. 
 
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 BALLAD IN SHE is MAD FOR A HUSBAND. 
 
 OH money, thou mafkr of all things below, 
 Of each chain thour t the principal link : 
 
 TVhat can purchafe a friend, or can buy off a foe, 
 Or make black appear, like the chink? 
 
 Tour lawyer* phyficians,in iLort ev ry tribe, 
 
 Who to eat dip the pen in their ink, 
 Would they write, or advife, or confult, or prefcribCj 
 
 Were it not for the fake of the chink ? 
 Of men and of women, high, low, great a-nd fmallj 
 
 Tis the life, tis victuals, the drink ; 
 Tis a good univcrfal acknowlcd^ d all, all 
 
 Revive at the found of the chink. 
 
 "go more talk of Cupid, for thine far above, 
 
 His power to nothing can fink ; 
 I doat to diffraction, cou^d have her 1 love, 
 
 Alas ! if I had but the chink. 
 
 BALLAD IN SHE is MAD FOR A HVSBAN 
 
 ALAS ! where is my lover gone ? 
 la all the world I have but one.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 177 
 
 Near to my heart his image fits, 
 
 And twas for him I loll my wits. 
 Where art thou fled, my -only dear ? 
 
 To find thee they have lent me here ; 
 Thoirlt cure, they fay, thefe love-lick fits, 
 
 And give me back. ag.ii:i my wits. 
 Ha fie then, to pleafure fltew the way, 
 
 For now in doubt and fear I ilray. 
 My brain with dubious torments fplits ; 
 
 Hafle, hafte, and give me back my wits. 
 
 BALLAD IN SHE is MAD FOR A HUSBAND. 
 
 To be mad for a hufband is not a thing new : 
 
 The widow who fworc to her firft to be true, 
 
 And the moment he s dead at a route goes to cards, 
 
 And a wetk after marries Dick Trim of the guard* ; 
 
 Becaufe truly Dick was a lufty young lad : 
 
 What a plague do you call fuch a woman but mad ? 
 
 The young lady, brimful of the laft new romance, 
 Who ogles the footman, as if twere by chance ; 
 "Who gets out of her room by a ladder of ropes, 
 And at laft, with her John, who te Scotland elopes. 
 Leaving, fore in affliction, her worthy old dad ; 
 What a plague do you call fuch a woman but mad ? 
 She, becaufe he is rich, and becaufe fhe is poor, 
 Who weds with a batter d old rake of fourfcore : 
 She at feventy-feven who marries a boy ; 
 F .r title and rank, fhe who barters all joy; 
 Thofe who marry for motives like thefe or as bad, 
 What a plague do you call all thefe women but mad ? 
 
 BALLAD IN SHE IS MAD FOR A HUSBAND. 
 
 HE ran to the farm-yard, and there bit a hog 
 
 That, in lefs than ten minutes, bark d jufl like a dog; 
 
 The hog bit a horfe that was jufl come from hunting, 
 
 And prc!ently after the horfu fell a grunting; 
 
 Such grunting, and barking, and barking, and grunting,
 
 178 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And grunting, and barking, and barking, and grunting, 
 The village will never have done with the talk oa t, 
 Tho the wifeft man there cannot make hog or dog on t. 
 A fine brindled cow, near a hay-flack was nraying, 
 Which, bit by the hurfe, was foon after heard neighing; 
 The cow l>it a man, who was driving the plough, 
 V hen he walk d on lour legs, and low d juft like the cow. 
 Such lowing, and neighing, and barking, and grunting, 
 And grunting, and barking, and neighing, and lowing, 
 The viiliage will never have done \vith the talk on t, 
 Tho the wifeft man there cannot make hog or dog on t. 
 The man bit a Jack-afs, that foon after ran 
 Half a mile on two legs, and talk d juft like the man ;. 
 The Jack-afs encountered a fheep in his way, 
 And tis not to be mention 1 d hc;w loud he did bray. 
 Such braying, and talking, and talking, find braying 
 And barking, and grunting, and lowing, and neighing, 
 The village will never have done with the talk on t, 
 Tho the wifeft man there cannot nuke hog or dog on t. 
 The fheep bit a wolf, which was foon heard to bleat, 
 The wolf more dumb things than I ve time to repeat ; 
 But the worft that was bit, was, alas ! my poor wench! 
 Heav n keep us, I fay, from mad dogs and the French ! 
 Such bleating, and ta;king, and barking and braying, 
 And grunting, and bleating, and lowing, and neighing, 
 The village will never have done with the talk on t, 
 Tho the wifeft man there cannot make hog or dog on t. 
 
 BALLAD - IN SHE IS MAD FOR A HUSBAND. 
 
 YOUNG Doll a comely village girl 
 
 Was courted by a huge rich fquire, 
 Who offer d diamonds, gold, and pearl, 
 
 Or gollip fume s a wounded liar : 
 
 But to honcft Doll 
 
 Virtue was all, 
 So he could ne er get nothing by her ; 
 
 And for all his jeer, 
 
 With a flea in his ear, 
 She packing lent this huge rich fquire. 
 
 One day as he had hunting been, 
 
 Come crofs ths field* this huge rich f
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 179 
 
 On the fineft horfe that e er was feen, 
 
 And fpying Doll, was all on fire. 
 
 Doll, in a fright, 
 
 Saw him alight, 
 And run o er bramble and o er briar; 
 
 But, in the nick, 
 
 What a cunning trick, 
 The gipfy play d this huge rich fquire, 
 Finding herfelf quite overtook, 
 
 She tried out to this huge rich fquire, 
 I fear my father lees us look 
 
 Over the hedge a little higher. 
 
 While he upon 
 
 This work was gone, 
 Doll mounts his horfe, and in the mire } 
 
 Of hope bereft, 
 
 She fairly left, 
 To curie his flars, this huge rich fquire. 
 
 BALLAD IN ENGLAND AGAINST ITALY. 
 
 WHY is the devil in 
 
 Or are you fuch a ninny 
 To believe of you fhe ll ever think, perfuade her all you can 
 
 No, no, whate er believe you, 
 
 Your hopes will all deceive you, 
 "For a girl of fenfe will yield to not a monkey but a man. 
 
 Zounds can that hat and feather, 
 
 Or the coxcomb altogether, 
 A fquire of fi k, and mandrake a mere flafli in the pan 
 
 H-s pretty fclf admiring, 
 
 Be ought but hate infpiring, 
 When a woman always yield* to not a monkey, but a man. 
 
 Then give this folly over, 
 
 No i longer play the lover, 
 Tor I plainly tell you tis a mighty filiy plan ; 
 
 Or, fpight of all your vapouring, 
 
 I ll fo tinely fpoil your capering, 
 You fhall own this arm belongs to not amoRkey,but a mam.
 
 180 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 o~M>~<SS"^5><S>-*""XV~ 
 SONG IN ENGLAND AGAINST ITALY. 
 
 ON Crochetini loves attend, 
 
 Each day fome beauty to difcovcry 
 In prudent age to find a friend, 
 
 And make of ev ry youth a lover. 
 The raviflied birds in throngs appear, 
 
 Where, with her notes, the woods arc ringing, 
 And nightingales vith pleafure hear, 
 
 To borrow fwectnefs from her finging. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE FORTUNE HUNTER. 
 
 THE willing foul well pleas d delight* 
 
 To heal the ftranger s grief; 
 Nor will its hofpitable rights 
 
 From worth withhold relief: 
 But fti l ve (liould deceitful left 
 
 The tear we wifh to dry 
 Diftinguifh twixt the gen rous gueft, 
 
 And the infidious f iy. 
 Our pafTion? each fliould, ftation d well, 
 
 Have fome good poft apart, 
 And, as a wary centinel, 
 
 Prudence Ihould guard the heart; 
 Thus, like icamp, the human breaft 
 
 Mi^hi a furprife defy : 
 Rewarding -fti 11 the gen rous gueft, 
 " punifhing the fpy. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE FORTUNE HUNTER. 
 
 FOR wcdlock i a voyage, where, fhould boifterous billows 
 
 Ariteto diOurb of \ ur lives the calm fea, 
 Peace, joy, and delight, wou!d, dtferting our pillows, 
 
 Leave behind a ftrong wiili once again to get free. 
 Domctlic difqaiet, like quickfand or fliallow, 
 
 \Vould the vcffel of Love fbock in every part,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 181 
 
 Rocks of Anger would, bruife her, or Hates ocean f wallow, 
 
 And the temped of Marriage would llripwreck the heart, 
 But gayly her courfc through the fea of life bending, 
 
 With a furface that kiilcs the generous gale, 
 Each effort, each wifli, each aftech on, ttill tending 
 
 To (leer by Love s compafs, and hoift Reaibn s fail. 
 The fenfes, that crew of the mind, all in motion, 
 
 To make the voyage prcfp rous exert ev ry art, 
 While the veffel tow rs on the face of the ocean, 
 
 Till in wedlock s kind haven rides fafely the heart. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE MISCHANCE. 
 
 FOR I am the girl that was made for my Joe, 
 And Joe is the lad that was model d for me, 
 Our tempers agree ; 
 
 And all the world over with him would I go, 
 And work late or early, nor think it a pain, 
 For I ne er lov d my Toe for the hicre of gain. 
 
 If fo be, by good chance, fuch a fortunate thing 
 Was to happen, for me to be crowned a queen, 
 Twould quickly be feen, 
 
 If they did not confent to make Joey a king, 
 
 That for Bet they might get who they would for to reign, 
 
 For I ne er lov d my Joe tor the lucre of gain, 
 
 O Conner, he in the fea-acbes that plies, 
 
 I Ap Skenkin, the Wclchman, Mac Plicrfon the Scot, 
 For his fake went t:> pot ; 
 
 Nay, (though many a girl would have thought him a prize), 
 1 refus d a Jew broker, from Petticoat-l.uie, 
 For I ne er lov d my Joe for the lucre of gain, 
 
 BALLAD IN ALL S NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS, 
 
 I AM a chairman my name is Me Gee, 
 Ko (lower in May was ft) blithe as me, 
 Till that luftard Cupid, loclg d in difguife 
 In pretty Bridget s two good looking eyes,
 
 182 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Arrah is t you, the urchin cry d, 
 I ve a ftrong bow I never try d ; 
 Like a fhelalah he then chofe a dart, 
 And what a whack it gave my heart. 
 And fiuce that time I grunt and figh, 
 And fob, and moan, becafe as why 
 I ftrive to hate, but am ne er the nigher, 
 By her frofty looks 1 ra all on fire. 
 Oh ! Bridget, Bridget, cafe my pain, 
 Or give me back my heart again, 
 Or eife, in troth, do all I can, 
 My partner ll foon be an odd man. 
 
 BALLAD IN ALL S NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS. 
 
 A WORD in your ear if you pleafe Mr, Fop, 
 
 No more in this pickle be roaming; 
 But pull off your fool s jacket, ftep home to your fliop, 
 
 And gentlemen s pig-tails be combing. 
 Be advis d by a fool, by my foul,- and dat s me, 
 
 Though we fancy it never fo greedy, 
 Tis not for the likes of fuch people as we, 
 
 To be aping my lord and my lady. 
 For you, Mrs. Bridget, if juft in the room 
 
 Of being drefled out like an adlor, 
 You were twirling your mop round, or handling your broom, 
 
 Twould be more, I believe, in character. 
 Be advis d by a fool, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE OLD WOMAN OF EIGHTT. 
 
 To ev ry fav rite village fport 
 
 With joy thy fteps I ll guide ; 
 Thy wifhes always will I court, 
 
 Nor e er ftir from thy fide. 
 But when the fprightly fife and drum, 
 With all their dread alarms, 
 Echo afar 
 The cry of war,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 183 
 
 When chiefs are heard to cry we come, 
 And Honour calls To ar.ns. 
 
 Thy pain and ple.ifure will I fhare, 
 
 For better and tor \vorfe, 
 And if \ve have A prattling care, 
 
 I ll be its tender nurfe. 
 But when, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE OLD WOMAN OF EIGHTY. 
 
 I VE health, and I have fpirits too, 
 
 Of work I ve had my fliare ; 
 And when you go, for love of you, 
 
 I will your knapfack bear. 
 
 Nor this rcfolve e er will I rue, 
 
 We both alike will fare ; 
 And ftill content, for love of you, 
 
 I will your kostpfack bear. 
 Though thunders growl, ,and li^ht nings blue 
 
 In flafhes cleave the air, 
 I ll march content, for love of you 
 
 And will your knapfack bear. 
 
 All danger?, hazardous and new, 
 
 One fmile {hall make me dare; 
 
 Rememb ring tis for love of you, 
 
 That I your knapfack bear. 
 
 BALLAD - IN ENGLAND AGAINST ITALY. 
 
 THE falcon, tow ring high in air, 
 
 Difcries afar the turtle dove, 
 Watching his neft with anxious care, 
 
 And waiting for his willimg love. 
 Nor can the victim s harmlefs cries, 
 
 His foe s infatiate vengeance flay, 
 On rapid pinions down he flies, 
 
 And pounces on his tender prey.
 
 184 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 >> ^S><3><S> -.>.....<>... 
 BALLAD IN THE RAZOR GRINDER. 
 
 COME all you maids who f;iin would marry, 
 
 Learn, learn of rne the way to chcole, 
 Rather by liaJf till doomfclay tarry, 
 
 i han beauty to an old man lofe. 
 Ah tell me, how can wrirkles charm you, 
 
 What joys can age excite or prove, 
 Let, then ; }our dangerous ftate alarm you, 
 
 And choofe a young man that can love. 
 An old man always will he wcczing, 
 
 No feeling, hearing, tafte, or light ; 
 A young man always will he piealing, 
 
 Sprightly all day, and kind at night- 
 Ah tell me how, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE CRUIZES. 
 
 THIS life is like a country dance, 
 
 The world a fpacious ball room, 
 In which fo many take a prance, 
 
 They fcarcely find for all room, 
 Fidlers, and pipers, in a row, 
 
 See how the ranks are ciofmg, 
 Each ftrives his neighbour s faults to fliew, 
 
 While he * his own expofing, 
 
 (Pray M.i am what dance have you called ? Matrimony 
 Ma am. The figure is extremely eafy, you turn fmgle, run 
 away with your partner, lead up the midd Ic, back to hack, 
 part, and change partners.) 
 
 Thus bufied in the fond turmoil, 
 
 They time by folly nicafure, 
 Turn a ll their pleafures into toil, 
 And fancy toil a pleafure. 
 
 Some in full dance with, ardour burn, 
 
 And fwim, and glide, and wander; 
 While others, waiting for their turn, 
 
 Sneer, fmile, and deal out fiandcr.
 
 DTBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 185 
 
 " And fo the Count muft run away !" 
 
 " Why really I m afraid fo; 
 " His flirt has ruin d him at play:" 
 
 " Poor man, I always faid Ib." 
 
 <(Oh no doubt about it : kept by a phyCcian before flic 
 cam* to the count! duel with a young apothecary! fy- 
 ringcs loaded with analepfic pills ! "Pis your turn to begin 
 Sir : Sir I beg your pardon," 
 
 Thus bufied in the fond turmoil, &c, 
 
 Away they prance it, fmall and big, 
 Brown, ginger, fair, and grizzle, 
 " Lord ma arji you difconcert my wij, 
 u Tvvas you fir tous d my frizzle !" 
 * Right hand and left, the figure mind, 
 
 * Lord what are you about ma am ? 
 " My dear Mifs Giggle you are blind, 
 " My Lady Fuzz you re out ma am ? 
 (" Lord ma am you fhould confider that the dance is My 
 Lord Mayor s Feaft : it begins with a fet to, and finiilies 
 with a reel,)" 
 
 Thus bufied in the fond turmoil, &c. 
 
 Thus dance fucceeding after dance, 
 
 As if old Nick had got em, 
 They fcandat vent, and flirt, and prance, 
 
 And foot it to the bottom. 
 Thus having made for others fport, , 
 
 In regular rotation, 
 With fwinging intercft they retort 
 
 On them the obligation. 
 
 ( Lord, did you ever fee fucli a fright as that -woman! 
 
 *ubbed it all off one fide of her face ! But look at that man, 
 
 with his falfe calves turned before ! Come, come, ladies 
 
 and gentlemen, a new dance. Strike up none fo Pretty)." 
 
 Thus bufied, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE QUIZES. 
 
 PRAY ladies think not I prefume 
 The art of love to teach you ; 
 
 Proficients long ygo become, 
 
 My counfel could not reach you :
 
 i86 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 A hint I offer, nothing more, 
 
 For your determination, 
 Love s myfteries would you explore, 
 
 Obferve the feather d nation. 
 As in a mirror, may you there, 
 
 Of love, make your elections, 
 As you choofc ribbands at a fair, 
 
 To fuit with <dl complexions. 
 
 The cuckoo, that one fulfomc tale, 
 
 Vaunts over fo| and over, 
 May fooner than the dove prevail, 
 
 With fome, by way of lover : 
 But I have heard the laughing loves, 
 
 More truly aim their arrows, 
 When Venus harneffes her doves, 
 
 Than when flic s drawn by fparrows : 
 But if the fmalleft hint by you 
 
 To this fliould be objected, 
 With deffercnce, fo much your due, 
 
 1 foon fhall ftand corre&ed. 
 
 The peacock, with fuch /lately pride, 
 
 His haughty bofom throbbing, 
 May fcorn, while hopping by his fide, 
 
 The bleft, though humble robin : 
 But, fparingly true joy is lent, " 
 
 To envy, pride, and malice : 
 Tis faid a cottage, and content, 
 
 Sometimes outweighs a palace : 
 Yet may, againft my playful verfc 1 , 
 
 No fit of anger fdze you : 
 1 would not, for the univcrfe, 
 
 Do ought that could di{j>lcafe you. 
 Jays, pies, and all the chattering crew, 
 
 To folly giv n, and pleafure, 
 May turn to jcft the choien few, 
 
 Who love by virtue meafure : 
 Not fo the grateful nightingale, 
 
 Who foon as evening clofes, 
 His orgies offers in the vale, 
 
 To heav n, ere he rcpofcs. 
 Of this you ll judge, as of the reft, 
 
 Yet, while the fmile s beginning, 
 Ere you turn counfel to a jeft, 
 
 Take care that laughing s winning.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 187 
 
 BALLAD IN THE (QUIZES. 
 
 WOULD ye fee the world in little, 
 Ye curious here repair, 
 
 We ll fuit you to a tittle, 
 At this our ruftic fair. 
 
 We ve glitt ring baits to catch you, 
 As tempting as a court; 
 
 With whim for whim we ll match you, 
 And give you fport for fport. 
 From a fceptre to a rattle, 
 We ve every thing in toys, 
 
 For infants that fcarce prattle, 
 To men who 1H11 are teoys. 
 
 Cock horfes, and ftate coaches, 
 In gingerbread are fold, 
 
 Cakes, parliament, gilt watches, 
 And horns all tipt with gold. 
 Then if for fine parade you go, 
 Come here and fee our puppet {hew. 
 Walk in here ladies and gentlemen ; here you fee 
 the Queen of Sheba, and King Solomon in all his glory ; 
 you think that figure s alive, but he is no more alive thaa 
 lam! 
 
 While the pipes and the tabors rend the air, 
 Hafte neighbours to the fair. 
 
 What s your fweepQakes, and your races, 
 And ali your fighting cocks, 
 
 To our horfe collar grimaces, 
 And giils that run for fmocks? 
 
 Our Hobs can fwivle nofes, 
 At fingle-ftick who fight, 
 
 As well as your Mendozas, 
 Though not quite fo polite : 
 
 In their deceptions neater, 
 Are your keen rooks allow d, 
 
 Than is yonder fire eater, 
 Who queers the gaping croud ? 
 
 Then boa ft not tricks fo noxious, 
 That genteel liie l>cfpeaks, 
 
 Our jugler s hixious loxious, 
 Shall diftaiice all the greeks.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS- 
 
 Can Pharoah and his hoft be found, 
 To match our nimble merry-go-round ? 
 Put in here, put in, put in ! every blank a prize ! dow 
 with it and double it, twenty can play as well as one. 
 While the pipes, &c. 
 
 Hear yon mountebank allure ye, 
 Of difeafes, by the fcore, 
 
 A fingle dufe fhall cure ye : 
 Can Warwick- lane do more ? 
 
 Wid virligigs, tetotums, 
 Ton Jew s impofliing faifh, 
 
 Shall cheat you here in no times, 
 All one as in Duke s place. 
 
 Hark, yonder, making merry, 
 full many a happy clown ! 
 
 For champaign who drink perry, 
 As good as that in town. 
 
 Tfaen for fights, we ve apes, and monkies, 
 Some on four legs, fome on two j 
 
 Tall women, dwarfs, crept donkies, 
 For all the world like you. 
 
 Then would ye RaneLgh find out, 
 What think ye of our Roundabout ! 
 
 Walk in ladies and gentlemen ! the only booth in the fair.; 
 
 here ye may make the whole tower of the world ; would yc 
 
 ride in the caravan, the expedition, the land frigate, or the 
 
 dilly ! fourteen miles in fifteen hours, ladies and gentlemen! 
 
 While the pipes, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE QUIZES. 
 
 YOUNG Mog, arrived at woman s growth, 
 Felt fomethingin her bofom move : 
 
 Twas neither joy, nor pain, yet both, 
 
 Young Ralph o th woodland faid twas love. 
 
 Ralph lov d young Moggy as his life, 
 Was wealthy, warm, and well to do : 
 
 But Moggy faw the foldiers come, 
 Beheld the gHtt ring arms fo gay, 
 Was charm d with the loud trumpets bray, 
 
 Delighted with the fprightly life, 
 
 And deafened with ths thund ring drum :
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 189 
 
 Whi e foldiers march d to the loud tattoo, 
 
 And though to honeft Ralph (till true, 
 
 She liilened to the loud tattoo, 
 I ve faid that Mog was debonair, 
 
 Nor was their admiration fmall : 
 She was thought artlefs, young, and fair, 
 
 3y the regiment, pioneers, and all. 
 Each would have ta en her for hu wife, 
 
 Ala militaire, as foldiers do ; 
 The fsnock-fac d eniign nam d hi; fum, 
 
 The fergeant promis d, fwore, and pray d> 
 
 The trumpeter her praifes bray d, 
 To charm her loudly fqueak d the fife, 
 The drummer brac d his thur.d ring drum, 
 
 To win her heart with a loud tattoo. 
 
 Thus ftrove, to make young Hog untrue, 
 
 Pike, trumpet, fife, and loud tattoo. 
 
 Mog foon found reafon to condemn 
 
 The nonfcnfe of each bluft ring elf : 
 And, looking with contempt on them, 
 
 Some little fliame took to herfclf. 
 Dctermin d new to he the wife 
 
 Of honeft Ralph, fo kind and true, 
 Cried flie to the enfign, chiid go home 
 
 To your mamma. For you, old Bluff, 
 
 Your trumpet s like your felt , a puff! 
 I ll not be whittled after, fife, 
 Nor, drummer, fliall yoar hollow drum 
 
 To me beat Wed.ock s loud tattoo. 
 True to my Ralph, to honour true, 
 
 Hence trumpet, life, and loud tattoo. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE qj r izEs. 
 
 WHAT art thou, facinating war, 
 
 Thou throphied, painted pert, 
 That thus men feek, and they abhor, 
 
 Purfue, and yet detett ? 
 Are Honour and Remorfe the fame ? 
 
 Does Murder Laurels bring ? 
 Is Rapine Glory ? Carnage Fame ? 
 
 Flies Crime on VidVry s wing ? 
 Their wrongs, who never fliall return,
 
 190 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Their woes, that but furvive to mourn 
 E en when the battle rages high, 
 When to the charge the legions fly, 
 
 And trumpets ftrike the ear, 
 Shall from the braveft wrefl the ugh, 
 
 That flarts foft Pity s tear. 
 Where will ambition s folly reach ! 
 
 Sure nature ne er defign d 
 Her noble gifts an art fliould teach, 
 
 To man, to thin his kind ! 
 Well they deferve their county s carcj 
 
 In its defence who fight, 
 Who bulwarks of their nation are, 
 
 Its glory, its delight : 
 Yet tor their wrongs, who ne er return, 
 Their woes, who but furvive to mourn, 
 E en when the battle rages high, 
 When to the charge tht legions fly, 
 
 And trumpets cleave the ear, 
 The truly brave ll\all htave a figh, . 
 
 Shall vent kind Pity s tear. 
 Then do not, for an empty name 
 
 A phantom thus puifue : 
 Think, that if Glory mark thy far.ie, 
 
 Murder fhall mark it too. 
 Reafon, and Peace, and Love dwell here, 
 
 And, if for others woe, 
 We heave the figh, and dart the tear, 
 
 From guilt they never flow. 
 Ah ftay, left thou fhould ft rit er return, 
 Left I fliould but furvive to mourn,. 
 
 Lelt when the battle rages high, 
 When to the charge the legions fly, 
 
 And trumpets cleave the ear, 
 Thy fate demand the generous figh, 
 
 And mine the pitying tear. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE CRUIZES. 
 
 THE paffing bell was heard to toll, 
 
 John wail d his lofs with bitter cries, 
 
 The parfon prayed for Mary s foul,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 The fexton hid her from all eyes. 
 " And art thou gone," 
 Cried wretched John, 
 Oh dear twill kill me, I am Hying : 
 Cried Neighbour Sly, 
 While (landing by, 
 c< Lord how this world is giv n to lying!" 
 
 The throng retired, John left alone, 
 He meditated mongft the tombs, 
 
 And fpelt out on the mould ring ftonei, 
 What friends were gone to their long homes . 
 " You re gone before," 
 Cried John, no more 
 " Ifliall come foonj I m almoH dying : * 
 Cried Neighbour Sly, 
 While flanding by, 
 tf Lord bow this world is given to lying !" 
 
 Here lies the bones, heav n s will be done, 
 t Of farmer Slug-. reader would ft know 
 4 Who to his m em ry raifed this Hone? 
 "Twas his difconfolate widow. 
 Cried John, " Oh oh ! 
 " To her I ll go, 
 
 " No doubt with grief the widow s dying :" 
 Cried Neighbour Sly, 
 Still Handing by, 
 
 H Lord how this world is given to lying !" 
 Their mutual grief \v;is fhort and fweet ; 
 Scarcely the paffing bell had ceafed, 
 
 When they were fped ; the funeral meat 
 Was warmed up for the marriage feall ! 
 They vow*d, and fwore, 
 Now o er and o er, 
 
 They ne er would part till both were dying : 
 Cried Neighbour Sly, 
 Still Handing by, 
 " Lord how this world is given to lying !" 
 
 Again to hear the paffing bell, 
 John now a fort of hank ring feels ; 
 
 Again his help-mate brags how well 
 She can trip up a hufband s heels : 
 Again to the tomb 
 Each longs to come,
 
 192 DIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 Again with tears, and fobs, and fighing, 
 
 For Neighbour Sly, 
 
 Again to cry, 
 " Lord how this world is given to lying !" 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE QUIZES. 
 
 RAIL on at joys that are not thine, 
 That thus thou leer ft, with Envy s blink, 
 
 Tis not becaufe \ve drink good wine, 
 But tis that thou haft none to drink- 
 
 What though two roads before us lie, 
 We on no crooked path {hall fall, 
 
 For that we may not walk awry, 
 We ll drink till we can t walk at all. 
 
 Thou fay ft that wine s the caufe of ftrifc, 
 That to the brain when it afcends, 
 
 We quarrel, fo do man and wife, 
 And then, like them, we re better friends : 
 
 But here tltou flialt not have thy will, 
 Nor coax good fellows to a brawl ; 
 
 Rather than of our friends think ill, 
 We ll drink, till we can t think at all. 
 
 Thou call ft the glafs a foe to love, 
 Why fool tis Cupid s deareft boaft, 
 
 IVhat fair did celebrated prove, 
 Till celebrated as a toaft ? 
 
 But imperfections fhouid there be, 
 That fometimes to their lot may fall, 
 
 Rather than faults in ladies fee, 
 We ll drink till we can t fee at all. 
 
 Thou i ay ft that trcafon lurks beneath, 
 And our convivial pleafure fours; 
 
 Thou Heft, that monftcr does not breathe, 
 That dares profane a king like our s 
 
 But our firm loyalty to prove, 
 And clioakthee with thy ranc rcus galJ ? 
 
 Rather than in a fa&ion move, 
 We ll drink till v e can t move at all. 
 
 Yet, after all, abufe our joy, 
 his cynic fpite of thine ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 When thou haft faid thy worft, old hoy, 
 Thou canfl not fay we drink bad wine. 
 
 We envy no man s pleafures, we; 
 Still ready at each generous call ; 
 
 Nay, rather than fpcak ill of dice, 
 We ll drink till we can t fpeak at all. 
 
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 BALLAD -IN THE 
 
 COME all hands ahoy to the anchor, 
 From our friends and relations to go ; 
 
 Poll blubbers and cries, devil thank her, 
 She ll foon take another in tow. 
 
 This breeze, like the old one, will kick us, 
 About on the beiflcrous main, 
 
 And one day, if death ihould not trick us, 
 Perhaps we may come back again. 
 
 With a will ho then puil away jolly boys, 
 A.t the mercy of fortune we go ; 
 
 We re in for t then damme what folly boys 
 For to be downhearted, yo ho ! 
 
 Our Boatfwain takes care of the rigging, 
 More fpeflioufly when he gets di unk ; 
 
 The Bobftays fui-plics him with f wigging, 
 He the cable cut> v.p for old junk : 
 
 The f:r.J.:i;v"-i"ail i?rves for his hammoc, 
 With the clue-lines he bought him his call, 
 
 While K .ifigns and Jacks in a mammoc 
 lie fold to buy trinkets for Poll. 
 With A will ho, &c. 
 
 Of the Purfer this here is the maxim, 
 Slops, grog, and proviiion he fatks : 
 
 How he d look, if you was but to ax him, 
 With the Captain s clerk who tis goes fnacks ; 
 
 Oh he d find it another guefs (lory, 
 That would bring his bare back to the cat, 
 
 If his Majedy s honour and glory, 
 Was only juft to d about that. 
 With a will ho, &c. 
 
 Our Chaplain s both holy and godly, 
 Aud fets us for heaven agog ; 
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 1-94 DIBDIN 5 SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Yet to my mind he looks rather oddly, 
 When he s fwcaring and drinking of grog : 
 
 When he took on his knee Bct;y Bowfcr, 
 And talk d of her beauty and charts, 
 
 Cried T which is the way to heaven now fir ? 
 Why you dog, cried the Chaplain, her arms. 
 With a will ho, &c. 
 
 The Gunner s a devil of a bubbcr, 
 The Carfindo can t fifh a mart, 
 
 1 he Surgeon s a lazy land lubber, 
 The Maftcr can t fleer Jf he s aft, 
 
 The Lieutenants conceit are all wrapt in, 
 The Mates fcarcely merit their flip, 
 
 Nor is there a fwab, but the Captain, 
 Knows the Item from the ftcrn of the lliip. 
 With a will ho, &c. 
 
 Now fore and aft having abufed them, 
 Juft but for my fancy and gig, 
 
 Could I find any one that ill ufcd them, 
 Damn me but I d tickle his wig, 
 
 Jack never was known for a railer, 
 Twas fun ev ry word that I fpoke, 
 
 And the fign of a true hearted failor, 
 Is to give and to take a gocd joke. 
 With a will ho, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE QUIZES. 
 
 THE furge hoarfe y murm ring, young Fanny s grief I 
 
 mocking, 
 The fpray rudely daflnng as fait as her tears , 
 
 The fhips in the offing, perpetually rocking, 
 Too faithful a type of her hopes and her fears. 
 
 Twas litre, fhe cried out, that Jack s vows were fo manv, I 
 Here I bitterly wept, and I bitttriy weep : 
 
 Here heart-whole he fwore to return to his Fanny, 
 Kear the trembling pine that nods over the deep. 
 
 Ah mock not my troubles yc pitilefs breakers, 
 Ye winds do not thus melt my heart with alarms, 
 
 He is your pride and mine, in my grief thtn partakers, 
 My fai .or in fafety waft back to my arms.
 
 DIEDIN S SELECTED SONGS. I y$ 
 
 Yi;cy are deaf and ungrateful : thefc woes are too many ; 
 ;icre will I die, where I bitterly weep : 
 
 Some true lover ftiall write" the fad fate of poor Fanny, 
 On the trembling pine that hangs ov,er the deep. 
 
 Thus her heart i adly torn with its wild perturbation 
 Ko frieud but her forrww, no hope but the grave ; 
 
 Led on by her grief to the laft defpcratiou, 
 Stic ran to the cliff, ar.d plung d into the wave. 
 
 A tar fav d her life : the fond tale lliall plcafc many ; 
 Who before \\opt her fate, now no longer lhail weep : 
 
 Tv. ?.3 her Jack, who, returning, had fought out his Fanny, 
 Near the trembling pine that hangs over the deep. 
 
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 BALLAD IN THE (QUIZES. 
 
 As Wit and Beauty, for an hour, 
 
 The other day were jarring, 
 Which held o er man funerior po\v r, 
 
 They almoft came to fparring : 
 Cried Reaf;>n, Wit you re grown a fool, 
 
 You- look quite ugly, Beauty : 
 Come take me with you, both be cool, 
 Sure mortals know their duty : 
 To them fubmit, 
 Whether tis Wit, 
 They moft admire, or Beauty. 
 So faid, fo done, out they both fet, 
 
 With Reafon to protect em, 
 Rcfolv d that the firft men they met, 
 
 Should tothe truth direvSl em. 
 Inftant they aik d a midnight throng, 
 Who, to Eacchu? paid thsir duty, 
 Wit, cried out they, teems in our fong, 
 But tis infpired by Beauty. 
 Learn wifdom, Wit, 
 Like us, fubmit 
 To the fweet power of Beauty. 
 Crie.l Wit, no tricks on travellers here, 
 
 I faw you fmile, you gipfy ; 
 T\vas brib ry and corruption clear ; 
 BeHdes, the rogues were tipfy :
 
 196 
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Yon hard the truth will quickly hit : 
 
 Come, poet, do your duty : 
 Do you not owe your fame to Wit ; 
 To Wit foul ! no, to Beauty. 
 .Adieu to Wit, 
 When men fuhmit 
 To be the flaves of Beauty. 
 
 Quaint rogue, with his fatiric pagf j 
 
 1 he fellow is a lover : 
 If I m condemn d by yonder fagey 
 
 I ll give the matter over. 
 Did ft not the w. i-ld, fay Hermit, quit, 
 
 Impoiing this hard duty, 
 Better to contemplate on Wit ? 
 
 " No, to reflet on Beauty." 
 Then, in fond fit, 
 He turn d from Wit, 
 
 Andfqueez d the hand of Beauty.- 
 
 " Wit rules the mind, Beauty the heart, 
 
 " Friend one, and \vife the other ; 
 " Thus, cleaving to the better parr, 
 
 Men leave friend, father, brother : 
 " Hence, cried the fage my prefante quit t 
 
 " Adieu friend, know thy duty :" 
 Then, fhutting ruAe the door on Wit, 
 
 Was left alone with Beauty ! 
 
 Since when, poor Wit, 
 
 Glad to fubmit, 
 Has owii d thz pow r of Beauty. 
 
 BONDEAU - IN THE QUIZES. 
 
 OH the camp s delightful rigs, 
 
 At which fuch crowds are peeping, 
 Where chaifes, dillie:, cars, and gigs 
 
 Serve both to ride and deep in. 
 Oh the joys that there abound, 
 
 Where, lur d by the fine weather, 
 Warriors of every ran c are found, 
 "Who, higgled y piggledy, on the grourdj 
 
 Li segipfies pig together. 
 The morning gun 
 
 Begins the fun,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 197 
 
 Reveilles next the drum beats, 
 The fprightly fife, 
 So full of life, 
 
 And then the filver trumpets. 
 And thefe, with all their might, 
 Announce a. fine fliam fight ; 
 Marches, retreats, attacks, and routs, 
 Proclaim d by guns, and fhrieks, arid fliout?, 
 Tlve air with various clangors (ill ; 
 
 While ranks of foot, and troops of horfe, 
 Refiftlefs ill their headlong courfe, 
 Bear down, while fidling, fhifting, trimming. 
 Beaux, bells, jew pedlars, and old women ; 
 Who, left in topfy turvy plight. 
 Exhibit, O ye gods ! a fight 
 That beggars Greenwich hill ! 
 Now either army ftilly ftands, 
 The neighing horfes ceafe to prance, 
 The trumpet, that erfl cried advance, 
 Now founds retreat ; 
 Drums ceafe to beat ; 
 Foes, turn d to friends, eager fhake hands ; 
 
 On neither fide the winner : 
 No longer arm d for a fham fight, 
 
 They tooth and nail unite 
 To exterminate the dinner. 
 
 Oh the camp s delightful rigs, &c, 
 Oh for a mufe of fire, to fing . 
 
 The conflict of the day ! 
 Upon a plain, in form a ring, 
 The foe within entrenchments lay ; , 
 A cover d way 
 
 Hfd each divifion : At the fight 
 The heroes, eager for the fight, 
 Arm, and the enemy iuvefT. 
 
 Each charge frefh vigour bring?, .. 
 They thin the ranks, 
 Attacking flanks 
 
 And wing* : 
 
 Legs, heads, and carcafes around 
 They in one flianelefs heap confound, 
 AnH, ris n to fuch a favagc heat, 
 Not only kill, but all they kill they cat ! 
 And fee, to urge their furious courfe, 
 Light troops the foe now reinforce; 
 R 2
 
 S DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 On the inftant, as they ftand amazed, 
 New works are raifed, 
 Like magic, to their wond finj eyes, 
 Baftions, redoubts, and rav lins rife. 
 Again the fignal s given ; 
 Again with headlong fury driren ; 
 Comfits, now difcomfited, 
 Lie in promifouous ruin fpread ; 
 Trifles, blanc mange, and jeilies quake, 
 
 While, as with rage they teem, 
 Whole iflauds they devour of cake, 
 
 And drink whole feas of cream. 
 Again the general cries, charge all! 
 The word s the king ! 
 Forward they fpring, 
 And drink in favage joy the blood 
 Drawn from tLe grape, in purple flood, 
 And itrew with mangled heaps the plain, 
 And right the battle o er again, 
 And ilay the fl<iin ! 
 And now, the foe all kill d or fled, 
 While thole that can walk off to bed : 
 The folemn trumpet s florvly founded, 
 Leave s given to carry off the wounded, 
 And bury all the dead. 
 
 Oh the camp s delightful rigs, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE quizes. 
 
 WHILE woman, like foft Mufic s charms, 
 
 So fwectly blifs difpenfes, 
 Some favourite part each fair performs 
 
 In the concert of the fenfes. 
 Love, great firft fiddle in the band, 
 
 Each paflion que.ls and raifcs, 
 Exploring, \vitii a matter s hand, 
 
 Nice Modulation s ma?.es ; 
 Till the rapt fi.ul, fcpremely bleft, 
 
 Beams brightly in each feature, 
 And lovely woman ftands confclltd 
 
 The harmony of Nature. 
 Hark ! with the penfive, in duet, 
 
 The fprightly how it mingles i
 
 The prude s the flute, and the coquette, 
 
 The lively harp that tinkles. 
 One boldly i weeps the yielding firings, 
 
 While plaintive t other prates it ; 
 Like Cxfar, this to victory fprin^s, 
 
 Like Fabius, that awaits it. 
 With various gifts, to make usbleft, 
 
 Love fkills each charming creature ; 
 Thus lovely woman ftands confefled 
 
 The harmony of Nature. 
 Maids are of virginals the type, 
 
 Widows the growling tymbal, 
 Scolds are the flirill and piercing pipe, 
 
 Flirts are the wiry cymbal. 
 All wives piano forte* are, 
 
 The bafs how old maid thump it, 
 The bugle-horn are archers fair, 
 
 An amazon s a trumpet. 
 Thus, with rare gifts, to make us bleft, 
 
 Love ilcills his favourite creature ; 
 Aiul thus fweet woman (lands conieflcclj 
 
 The harmony of Nature. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE QUIZES 
 
 WHILE Fancy, as flic rules the mind, 
 
 Sits cock-horfe on the brain, 
 A thoufind methods mortals fiad 
 
 Elylunn to obtain. 
 Tis found by fo diers in brave deeds. 
 
 Tars truft it to the breeze, 
 Wives hope to find it in their weeds, 
 
 Phyficians in their fees. 
 Thus expectation in us plants 
 
 Alternate hope and fear, 
 I know of one whofe bof om pants 
 
 To find elyiium here. 
 The toper fancies he purfues 
 
 Elyiium in the bowl, 
 The hunk* in pell* he date not ufe. 
 
 No, not ;o fave his foul. 
 The flaiuLrer when he can revile, 
 The churl when he can warn,
 
 2OO DiBUIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 The lover in his miftrefs fmiks, 
 
 The parfon in his barn. 
 Thus as they rule the mind by tunu, 
 
 Hope foars above the fear ; 
 I ve half a mind to tell who burns 
 
 To find elyfium here. 
 I -can t refift hence prudence !aw *- 
 
 I ll finifli the difpute ; 
 Of that elyfium, your applaufc, 
 
 I m now in warm purfuit : 
 But then, fay you, to gain this heav 0^ - 
 
 What right can you afTert ? 
 Let it be by your goodnefs giv n, 
 
 It can t by my dcfert. 
 So fliall ye bid my labours live, . 
 
 So fliall each following year, 
 While you confer, and I receive, 
 
 Both find elyfium here. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 WHY am not I that fragrant flow r, 
 
 Near to .heart Spinnctta plac d ; 
 Which proudly living a fweet hour, 
 
 Died on that bofom it had grac d ? 
 Why am not I that gentle gale 
 
 That plays around her coral lips, 
 Her breath like violets to exhale, 
 
 Which there eternal necSlar fips ? 
 Why am I not that cryftal wave, 
 
 At fultry noon with pride that heav d : 
 To which her heav nly form fhe gave, 
 
 Which thought twas Venus it receiv d ? 
 Gods, had I been the limpid flream ! -- 
 
 But v.-hither do my fenfes love ? 
 Sunk in a dear delicious dream, . 
 
 All things fccm pofDble to love. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 LOYiTS a cheat ; we over-rate it ; 
 A flatt ring, folfe, deceitful joy ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 2OI 
 
 A very nothing can create it, 
 
 A very nothing can clcftroy. 
 The light ning s flafL, wliich wondering leaves us, 
 
 Obicur d and darker than before ; 
 The glow-worm s tiafel, which deceives us, 
 
 A painted Iis>ht, and nothmwmore. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 PRAISE is a mirror, that fl.ifcrs the mind, 
 
 That tells us of goodnefs, and virtues, and graces ; 
 As thai on our toilet inftructs us to rind 
 
 The dimples and fmile* which appear on our faces ; 
 To which our attention we cannot refrain, 
 
 Though we draw off confus d yet but fee its attraction, 
 In fpite of ourfelves we return back again, 
 
 Regari, are abus d, and yet feel fatisfaclion. 
 I know I m deeciv d, and I lay to my heart, 
 
 You believe that fmcere which is nought but profunon ; 
 Call nleafure what foon will fevere make you fmart, 
 
 And hug that for a fubftance you ll find but delufion. 
 Your praifcs are flalt ry, 1 know it as plain 
 
 As if you had faid, " I an. faife and deceive you : 
 B.ut truth, rcafon, every thing, argues in vain; 
 
 For fuch is my wcakncff, I blufli and believe you. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 GO, proud lover, go! 
 
 Take your heart back again ; 
 For me tis too low, 
 
 Too unworthy a chain. 
 Be haughty, imperious, this gipfy defpifc ; 
 You rife hut to fall, while I fall to rilv. 
 
 True love, never erring, 
 
 Has no feififh fears; 
 That, the more tis conferring, 
 
 The nobler appears : 
 
 It has no fordid views, no vile ends for its guide, 
 "I is uujoverii d by iut reft, uniuflucnc d by pride,,
 
 2O2 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 YES, yes, thank heaven, I ve broke my chain; 
 And, while my liberty I gain, 
 
 While I my heart redeem, 
 Indifference lucceeJs at lafV, 
 And my egregious follies paft 
 
 Appear an idle dreair. 
 
 Thus from a falfe injurious fnare, 
 The linnet timid, unaware, 
 
 Hardly efcapes with pain ; 
 The feathers he has left behind, 
 Are leffons to him to remind 
 
 Not to be caught again. 
 
 The warrior bravely counts each fear, 
 Defcribes the peril of the war, 
 
 Well plcafed his dangers o er : 
 The (lave at laft exempt from pain, 
 With fmiles behold that very chain 
 
 Which held him to the oar. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 WHEN we promife an heir or a mifcr, 
 
 This gold, that his father s free land. 
 We paule and look grave, to feem wifer, 
 
 And his fortune read in his hand. 
 If Mifs at fifteen would difcover 
 
 When fhc H like her mother be wife, 
 To promjie a handlbme young lover 
 
 Her fortune we read in her eyes. 
 But if hufbands with jealoufy quaking, 
 
 Wou d know if they are you know how,, 
 We confider our heat s gravely fhaking 
 
 Aucl their fortunes read on the brow* .
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 CONTENTMENT loft, each other treafure 
 To eafe the mind eflays in vain, 
 
 Riches and pomp take place of plcafure, 
 And mifcry leads the fpltndid train. 
 
 Fortune pofFeffing, not enjoying, 
 Feaftine the fenfes, not the mind, 
 
 In vague purfuits our time employing, 
 Wegrafp at all, and nothing find. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 COME here, yc fair ; corne here each lover, 
 
 That lot Dame Fortune would couccal, 
 But crofs my hand, and I ll difcovcr : 
 
 I m mittrefs of her and her whctl. 
 To trembling age we boldly promife, 
 
 In fpi&ht of nature, year? of health; 
 Widows receive new hufbands from us, 
 
 And young men *ll their fathers wealth. 
 We give the fair, Love s influence under, 
 
 Young lovers, condant all thcr lives; 
 Nay, we e en dare a greater wonder 
 
 To promife huibands faithful wives. 
 
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 BALLAD IN THE WATERMAN. 
 
 IN vain, dear friends, each art you try ; 
 
 To neither lover s fuit iuclin d", 
 On outward charms I ll ne er rely, 
 
 Kut prize the graces of the mind. 
 The empty coxcomb, which you chofe, 
 
 Juft like the flower of a day, 
 Shook by each wind that folly blows, 
 
 Seems Lorn to flutter and decay.
 
 2O4 I31BDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Your choice an honeft afpeOft wears; 
 
 To give him pain I oft have griev d ; 
 But it proceeded from my fears; 
 
 Than me much wifer are deceived: 
 I thank you both, then, for your love, 
 
 Wait for my choice a little while; 
 And he who nioft iliail worthy prove, 
 
 My hand I ll offcr with a fmile. 
 
 BALLAD IN IMITATION OF ANACRfiON, 
 
 CUFID, cried Vulcan, tisnojeft, 
 
 I ll forge thy darts no longer, boy ! 
 I cannot get a moment s reft, 
 
 Thy folly gives me fuck employ. 
 Not againft Pallas, no, nor Mars, 
 
 My worn-out patience fo xevolts, 
 To furnifh arms tor all their wars 
 
 Nor e en to forge Jove s thunderbolts. 
 Their confcience is in their demands 
 
 But thou wonldft tire me out in footh 
 Hixd I Briareus hundred hands 
 
 Cries Cupid Dad, wilt hear the truth! 
 The darts, thou makefr, fo blunt are found ; 
 
 Scarce do I draw my bow at men, 
 But inftantly heals up the wound, 
 
 And all my work s to do again. 
 
 Vainly I lavifh heaps ot darts, 
 
 And empty quiver after quiver; 
 Which, while they guard their well arm d hearts 
 
 Thci c lovers into atoms Ihiver. 
 Find out fome furer temper, new 
 
 So fliall, like Jove s refiftlefs fiat, 
 My power grow fix d as fate and you 
 
 Will henceforth live a little quiet. 
 
 Old Mulcibcr began the work 
 
 Forged dart the firfl quoth Love, let s fee ! 
 Then pois d his bow, and, with a jerk, 
 
 He made his coup tfeffli on me. 
 The flroke h.id power each wav ring trace 
 
 Of folly from nay mind to fever ; 
 And now I feel, cne lovely face 
 
 Has fix d my willing heart for ever.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 105 
 
 BALLAD IN THE WATERMAN. 
 
 TOO yielding a carriage, 
 
 Has oft before marriage, 
 To ruin and mifeiy pointed the way; 
 
 You re fhun d if complying, 
 
 But your lover once Hying, 
 How eager he ll follow and l>eg you to fhy. 
 
 A coquette ne er proclaim me, 
 
 Ye maid-, then, nor blame me, 
 If I \viih to be happy, whene er I m a wife; 
 
 Each lover s denial. 
 
 Was only a trial, 
 Which is he that s mofl likely to love me for life. 
 
 BALLAD IN HARVEST HOME. 
 
 BE others the ungracious tallc 
 
 Of judging my too thoughtlcfs fex, 
 By envy drefs d in Candor s mafk, 
 
 That even Virtue s felf fufp 
 Mine lie the better, kinder part, 
 
 While I examine well my awn, 
 To pity and forgive the heart, 
 
 That h;ib :raaiWefs d Irom love alone. 
 Stern Juftice with unihakeu hand, 
 
 Sprung irom ncceiiity and time, 
 That laws he kept which rule mankind, 
 
 Hay iix the forfeit price of crime. 
 Judges of a fofter kind, 
 
 Frail error we!! has reafon given : 
 Pity perfection of the mind, 
 
 And Mercy fav rite child of heaven. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE 
 
 SUCH ufage as this is, what wife but mjfelf 
 Would put up with, and not figh and fob ; 
 S
 
 206 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Kn crofs in her pocket, no food on the fhelf 
 Or what hufband would let her hut Snob ? 
 
 And ytt, let me hope, the ugh for every crime, 
 He hr.d more than there s days in the vear, 
 
 That his heart is fo gcod, I flio uld ftill fee the time, 
 When a different m.m he d appear. 
 
 But if I m dcceiv d, while another gtiefs wife, 
 
 So treated, would fcold and revile ; 
 Though poor, though confined in a prifon for life, 
 
 With him I d endeavour to fmile. 
 I Jove him, and every way I ll purfue, 
 
 That I can, his afFeiftions to keep : 
 And if then he fliould flight me, I ve nothing to do, 
 
 But to wifh he were kinder, and weep. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE COBLER. 
 
 AH have you forgot then, unkind as you are, 
 
 When houfemaid I Jiv d at the Squire s 
 A ! the wine and good things that I crib d with fuch care 
 
 Ev ry morn when I lighted the fires ? 
 And have you forgot how I lean d on my broom, 
 
 And in rapnire heard all that you faid, 
 Till fcolded 1 got for not f weeping the room, 
 
 And btat for not making the Hcd ? 
 
 \Vhen you told me you d have me. my hrufh and my moB 
 
 Kept time while with pleafure I d fi.ig; 
 And foon twas the talk at the chandler s fhop, 
 
 You had purchas d the licence and ring. 
 But when you had married, and carried me home 
 
 How fweetly my time pafs d avray : 
 You (wore that you lov d, that no longer you d roam, 
 
 Aiid I thought it would never be day. 
 
 BALLAD IN NONE so BLIND AS THOSE WHO 
 WON T SEE. 
 
 STTE who linked by her fate, 
 To a four churlifh mate, 
 And to fome firurt young flatterer dares not be kind;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 207 
 
 Who a look fears to fteal, 
 
 That her flame wouit! reveal, 
 What would that woman give, were her hufband but blind. 
 
 She in youth s early bloom, 
 
 By a too ftvere doom, 
 To dccrepkl old age, whole hard parents have join d 
 
 How blcft wou. d flie be, 
 
 Till death fet her free, 
 Could flic add to his gout, that her lutfband was blind. 
 
 In iliort, wcallchufe, 
 
 With onr different views, 
 And tis right each fhauld pick out a mate to her mind; 
 
 For me, let my dear, 
 
 Sii.te men fee io clear, 
 Be b^eft with a fpanking large fortune and blii.d. 
 
 BALLAD - IN THE LONG ODDS. 
 
 A SAYING tv/as, when I was young, 
 
 That golden carts take hay in ; 
 And in my tars my mother rung, 
 
 Oft times this ielf fame faying. 
 My dad, who, the main chance did think, 
 
 Of human cares the deafelT, 
 Would cry, whene er thou goefl to drink, 
 
 The drepefi itream s the clearcit. 
 
 I had an uncl?, and his faw 
 
 Wss take and never render, 
 Aiui this he gave me as a la\v, 
 
 Vv lijle yet my years were tender. 
 
 II y aunt had htr good adage too, 
 
 Who alfo was my tutor : 
 Sa\ s (lie, whoever conies to woo, 
 
 A dowei s a handfome fui or. 
 Let me good fir, add mine to thcir, 
 
 Tell rot your name for nothing, 
 A rule I ve found in all affairs, 
 
 ?,Ieat, walli ing, drink, and cloathing. 
 Mv ;;ir^, who has her parent s kuack, 
 
 For mayims adds aright t!ne; 
 Ko crows are found thit are not black" , 
 
 Yet a rich crow s a white one.
 
 oS DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 SONG IN THE SALOON. 
 
 ALAS! when once the book of life 
 
 Draws towards the lad page, 
 What folly then to take a wife ! 
 Our days are on the clofe ; 
 
 And, as at one door comes in age, 
 Love rut at t other goes. 
 Is it not truth, 
 That youth loves youth, 
 Juft as the zephyr loves the rofe. 
 This law I own s fevere, though juft ; 
 Eut let us fince fubmit we muft, 
 
 Submit with a j Ood grace ; 
 Laughing at Love with all his train, 
 And as reafon takes us reign, 
 
 The table and the chafe, 
 The jovial fong, thefparkiing wine, 
 And a true friend, that giit divine! >^. 
 
 Shall well fupply the place. 
 
 BALLAD -IN HARVLST HOME. 
 
 THERE S fomething in woirtn their lovers engage, 
 
 Of whatever compTexion, or Mature, or age ; 
 
 And il-. u !: > voi:t;l fn ghtc:i a mere- flivixlci bv, 
 
 Is a Venus hcrfelf in the iond Ic vciS eye. 
 
 If flic s !>.! , never fwan was a tu;lh p::rt fo fa ; r ; 
 
 If tawny, like jet, are her eyes and her h ii; , 
 
 If Xntirippc herJuf, herfcolding s the tight v/it : 
 
 If meek, a l good \vives to their hufbancis fubmit. 
 
 If a p : gmy, how neat are her aii and her mien ! 
 
 If a heeple, Ihe s graceful, and walks like a queen ; 
 
 If a giri in her teens, all s handfmne tii^t s young ; 
 
 : -,-, her fortune fays World hold your tongue. 
 In fii(irt to dear women tis givea to pieafe, 
 Anv1 tho the uhim often il.;.n!u take tliem to tcaze, 
 Tu perplex, to torment, and a thoufand things more; 
 They ie the deititi ir.cu were all boru to adore.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
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 GLEE. 
 
 BACCHUS come, thy voi ry own me, 
 
 I is faid that thou all cares can ft end: 
 A perjured fair has bafely flown me, 
 
 Fled with a falfe perfidious friend. 
 Let s drink! tis true my furrows pafs : 
 
 New joys exhilerate my foul, 
 I find a friend in every glafs, 
 
 And a kind miflrtfs in the bowl. 
 
 BALLAD IN THE GIPSIES. 
 
 WOULD ST error leave, to follow truth, 
 
 Would- fl all thy cares fliould end, 
 Turn here thy ftep*, mifguided youth, 
 
 And liften to a friend. 
 Nor to Severity auftere, 
 
 Nor fond Indulgenc< , lean ; 
 But feck fair Moderation, here 
 
 She holds the golden mean. 
 From that hand which proh.fJy gives, 
 
 Can any bldEng f;ill ? 
 Or who a joy from that deiives 
 
 Which churl refufes all ? 
 Turn then, thy errors to atone, 
 
 And fleer a rourfe between; 
 Fair Woi<e -..il )[j tis alone 
 
 That holds the golden mean. 
 
 BALLAD IN TH2 COBLER. 
 
 CAY Baechtw, and Mercury, and I, 
 One evening a ftrarge froJic took, 
 
 And left the queer dons of the.flcy, 
 To take at queer mortals a look : 
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 110 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But cur vifit ne er alter d the fcene ; 
 
 The fame folly, the fame feufclefs mirth 
 We ftill found, and tis this mortals mean 
 
 When they tell us of heaven upon earth. 
 We jciin d a convivial crew, 
 
 Who pufh d round the claret with fpunk ; 
 Bacchus fwore it was nedtar, and grew, 
 
 Like a lord, or a tinker, foon drunk. 
 To their concerts, that tortured my cars, 
 
 Noife and Difcord fo fairly give birth, 
 That I thought twas a crafh of the fpheret, 
 
 And thus mufic is heaven upon earth. 
 
 At Pharaoh we punted and cock tl, 
 
 Till we fuch an example were made, 
 That Mercury retired, quite fhoek d, 
 
 To be foil d at his own proper trade, 
 In love mortals all riot run, 
 
 Beauty, honour, elleem, private worth, 
 Politely give place to crim con : 
 
 And thus love is heaven upon earth 
 As to me, my poor portion of wit 
 
 In two minutes was knocked out of joint, 
 By pun, jtux d efprit, lucky hit, 
 
 And quibble, conundrum, and point. 
 Thus below they adl o er the lame fcene 
 
 We play here, the fame clamour and mirth, 
 And this is the nonfenfe they mean 
 
 When they tell us of heaven upon earth. 
 
 GLEE - IN THE CHELSEA PENSIONER. 
 
 SWEETLY, fweetly, let s enjoy 
 
 The fmiling moments marie for love; 
 And while we clafp the dimpled boy, 
 
 The glafs to you, to you fhall move. 
 And drinking, laughing, jefting neatly, 
 The time fhall pals on fweetly fvvectly. 
 Love s arrows, dipp d in rofy wine, 
 
 To the charm d heart like light ning pafs ; 
 And Mars feels tranfport more divine, 
 
 When fmiling Venus fills his glafs.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 211 
 
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 GLEE IN THE CHELSEA PENSIONER. 
 
 WITH mingled found of drum and fife, 
 We follow the recruiting life; 
 And as w.e march through every fair, 
 Make girls admire, and bumkins ttare. 
 With bumpers full we ply Sir Clown, 
 Or elfe produce the well-tim d crown ; 
 And lifting fir ft the fturdy elves. 
 We gain their fweethearts for ourfeives. 
 
 GLEE IN THE CHELSEA PENSIONER. 
 
 TELL me, neighbour, tell me plain, 
 
 Which is the befl employ ? 
 Is it love, \vhofe very pain 
 
 They fay ii perfett joy ? 
 Is it war, whole thund ring found 
 Is heard at fuch a diftancc roim.i ? 
 Is it to have the mifei a hoard ? 
 Is it to be with learning ftor d ? 
 Is it gay Pegafuto rein, 
 Tell me, neighbour, tell me plain ? 
 No, no, will anfwer every honclt foul, 
 Thebeft employ s to pufh about the bowl. 
 
 SONG - IN THK CHELSEA VENSIONER. 
 
 A WHILE in every nation 
 War may biaze around, 
 
 Still fpreadingdefolation, 
 Yet there s hopes of peace. 
 
 Awhile the billows raging, 
 May fky and fca confound, 
 
 Yet winds and waves affuaging j 
 Storms at laft will ceafc. 
 
 13ut ma by vice o ertaken, 
 A tcmpeft in his mind,
 
 112 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 His warring paffions fliaken, 
 Are reeds as in the wind. 
 Rare is the eloquence that has the charm, 
 To rule that pettiicnce, or quell theftorm. 
 
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 BALLAD - IN THE CHELSEA PENSIONER. 
 
 WHEN well one knows to love and pkafe, 
 
 What diftreflts cm one prim, 
 What can rcb that heart of cafe 
 
 Poflefs d of pleafure, rich in love ? 
 Alas ! without this fovereign good, 
 
 Whofe power no e nperor can ftay 
 Riches, rank, or noble blood, 
 
 Honours, titles, what are they ? 
 One tender look s to lovers worth 
 
 Mure trcafure than the Indies own ; 
 Smiles are the empire of fhc earth, 
 
 The arms of thofe we love a throne. 
 
 SONG - IN THE SHEPERDESS OF THE ALPS. 
 
 IN the month of May, 
 
 The morning grey, 
 Firfts peeps a doubtful light; 
 
 Three ftrikcs the clock, 
 
 The village cock 
 Nt crow? with all his might. 
 
 Each w.iking bird, 
 
 Chirping is heard ; 
 Tinge? of red the iky adorn ; 
 
 JSird, man, aiH bealr, 
 
 Regard rheeaft, 
 And, (jieas d, fnlufe the rifing morn. 
 
 The fhephcrd uoir his flock unfolds ; 
 Night, like a thief, ftea .s flow away ; 
 
 His dii gy hue, 
 
 Ug y to view,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 Is chang d to a de ightful blue; 
 AH nature * gay ; 
 
 And now the villager beholds, 
 
 His mowers mow, his ploughers plough, 
 
 Sheep blear, birds fmg, and oxen low : 
 Each rural found falutes his ears ; 
 
 He whittles to make one : 
 
 And now, 
 
 Uflier d by all this fine parade, 
 
 In every fplendid pomp array d, 
 Appears 
 
 The radient fun. 
 
 So, after abundance of toilet affairs, 
 And Betty has nine times run up and down flairs, 
 For lappets and ribbands, and one thing and t other, 
 And the hor.fe top and bottom s aUirm d with the pother. 
 Ar.d a hundred things more are done equally riiible, 
 The lady, at lafb conciefcends to be vilible. 
 
 SONG - IN THE ISLANDERS. 
 
 THIS ftrange emotion at my heart 
 Oh how ihall 1 exp ain ? 
 
 Tisjoy, us grief, : tis eafe, tis fmarr, 
 Tis pleafurc, and tis pain! 
 
 The bufy trembling rkttertr plays, 
 It knows not how or wi 1 . 1 / t 
 
 And throbs and beats a thoufaud ways- 
 All quitt prithee lie ! 
 
 Ceafe, and legations fuch as thefe 
 With careful hred deilroy : 
 
 What good is \:\ the fame degrees 
 Oi iuing ed pain and joy ? 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 I MADE a pton ife to lie wife, 
 E-ut twas a prom ife out of feafon ; 
 
 So muchfo, that I m fare he !ie 
 AVho fays be always follows Rcafon.
 
 114 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 I foon grew tir d of Wifdom s dream, 
 And turning from pale melancholy, 
 
 Fell on the oppofite extreme : 
 But I at Jafl grew tired of Foil} . 
 
 Thus feparate : what was ntxt to do ? 
 Perhaps twould keep them to their tether 
 
 If I could work upon thcfe two 
 To live in harmony together. 
 " After, of courfe, a little Itrife, 
 Twas ftttled, without farther pother, 
 
 Ont Ihould be treated a- a v if", 
 And only as a miflrefs t other. 
 
 Her portion of my joys and cares 
 No v each, by my appointment, rv.cafuros; 
 
 Reafon conducts all my ::fFairs, 
 Ana i "o!l) r.aun^cs my pitafurcs. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 OfT has the world bcc-n well dtfin d, 
 
 Bv f.iycrs and by fii g^rs, 
 I cail t a beifrev, aiiri p.M. 
 
 I call the jolly ringers. 
 Through n:ajur bcbs. and tripl 
 
 Eacli eTTiuioufl} r.ing,-, ; 
 And while each an:.io;^ b-; r orn throbs, 
 
 All ?ry to ring the changes, 
 
 Thtfe college you hs are : <-.it to fchool, 
 
 And aftcrwarf s ro fo:l c ^e, 
 And tlience return by fquare and rule, 
 
 Well verfitd in worldly knowledge. 
 As gcn : ,u> cads, to cram his rra,v, 
 
 Each ari s c olc lab rynth ranges, 
 And on religion, phyfic, lav, 
 
 Completely ring the changes. 
 The fortune hunter fwears and lies, 
 
 And courts the widows jointure; 
 Then with a richer heircfs flies, 
 
 Nor minds to difitppeint her. 
 The widow too has htr arch whim, 
 
 Nor thinks his conducl Uranyc is;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 A titled heir, fuccceds o him, 
 
 And thus fhe rings the changes. 
 The waiter pillages the greek, 
 
 The greek the fpendthrift fleece?, 
 The fpendthrift makes dad s fortune fqueak, 
 
 Dad rackrents and grants icafes. 
 The tenants break, gazette reports 
 
 Each difference arranges, 
 Ti!l pro aiid con, through all the courts, 
 
 The lawyers ring the changes. 
 
 Thus like the btlls, each fear and hope, 
 
 Hangs wav ring and fufpended; 
 All tug away, while fome a rope 
 
 Get, more than they intended. 
 In merry cadence as they roll, 
 
 We ll rove where reafon ranges ; 
 Nor fhall the bell of fad IK fs toil, 
 
 Till death fhall ring the changes. 
 
 BALLAD - IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 THE breeze wn 1 - frefh, the fhip in flays, 
 E <ch breaker hufh d, the fliore a hazej 
 When Jack, no more on duty c ill d, 
 His true love s tokens overhaul d : 
 The broken gold, the braided hair, 
 The tender mottn, writ fo fair, 
 Upon his "acco-box he views, 
 Nancy the poet, Love the mufe : 
 If you loves I as I loves you, 
 No pair fc hippy as we tw>." 
 
 The Oorm that like a fhape cfs wreck. 
 Had flrewed with rigging all the deck, 
 That tars for tharks !i?d given a feaft, 
 And left the fliip a hulk had ceas d : 
 Vt in Jack, as with his mefTmates dear 
 Hit fliar d the grog, their hearts to cheer, 
 Took from his hacco-box a quid, 
 And fpelt, for comfort, on the lid, 
 If you loves I as I loves you, 
 " 2\o pair fo happy a* we two *
 
 216 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 The battle that with horror grim, 
 Had madly ravaged life and limb, 
 Had fcuppcrs drench d with human gore, 
 And widow d many a wife was o er : 
 When Jack, to his companions dear, 
 Firft paid the tribute of a tear, 
 Then, as his bacco-box he held, 
 Reftor d his comfort, as he fpell d 
 " If you loves I as I loves you, 
 " No pair fo happy as we two." 
 
 The voyage that had bten long and hard. 
 But that had yielded full reward, 
 That brought each failor to his friend, 
 Happy and rich was at an end : 
 When Jack, his toils and perils o er, 
 Behe d his Nancy on the fhore, 
 He then the bacco-box difplay d 
 And crie- , and-feized the willing maid, 
 (t If you loves I as I loves you, 
 " No pair io happy as we two," 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 IF ever a failor was fond of good fport, 
 
 A !on; : ft the girls, why that failor was I, 
 Of .ill lizes and forts, I d a wife at each poit, 
 
 Bur, when that 1 faw d Polly Ply, 
 I huii d licr :ny lovely, and gov d her -. kifs, 
 
 And fwoic to bring up once for all, 
 And from that time blyk- Barnaby fplic d us to thii 
 
 I ve been conihuit and true to my Poll. 
 
 And yet now all forts of temptations I ve flood, 
 
 For i afterw.ird> laii d round the word, 
 And a queer fee we 1 a.w of tr.c- devil s own brood, 
 
 NV hcrevcr our faiis were unfurled : 
 Some with face= like charcoal, and others like chalk 
 
 All ready one s heart to o erhaul, 
 Don t you go to I ova me, my good girl, faid I walk; 
 
 I ve fworn to be couftant io P ill. 
 I met with a fquaw out at India, beyond, 
 
 All in g afs and tobacco pipes dreiVd,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 417 
 
 What a. dear pretty monfler ! fo kind, and fo fond, 
 
 That I ne er was a moment at reft, 
 With her bobs at her nnfe, and her quaw, qnaw, quaw, 
 
 All the world like a bartheimy doll, 
 Says I, You Mil s Copperkin, jufl hold your jaw, 
 
 I ve fworn to be conftant to i"oll 
 Then one near Sumatra, juft under the line, 
 
 As fond as a witch in a play, 
 
 I loves you, fays fhe. and juft only be mine, 
 
 Or, by poilbn, I ll take you away. 
 Curfc your kindncfs, fays I, but you can t frightea 
 
 me-, 
 You don t catch a gudgeon thii haul, 
 
 * If I do take your ratfbane, why then, do you foe, 
 
 I flialldie true and conftantto Poll. 
 But I fcap d from them all, tawny, lily, and black, 
 
 And merrily weather d each ftorm, 
 And, my neighbours to pleafe, full of wonders came back, 
 
 But, what s better, I m groxvn pretty warm. 
 And fo now to fea I fliall venture no more, 
 
 For you know, being rich, I ve no call, 
 So I ll biipg up young tars, do my duty afliore, 
 
 And live and die conftant to Poll. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 THE martial pomp, the mourn u 1 train 
 Befpeak fome honoured hero /lain; 
 The obfequies demote him brave ; 
 Hark ! the volley o er his grave : 
 The awful knell founds low and lorn, 
 Yet ceafe ye kindred brave to mourn. 
 The plaintive fife, and muffled drum, 
 The man may fummon to his filcnt home ; 
 The foidier lives! his deeds to trace, 
 Behold the Seraph Giory place 
 Ai\ ever. living laurel round his facrcd tomb. 
 Nor deem it harJ, ye thoughtlefs gay, 
 Shott s man s longeft earthly flay ; 
 Our little hour ol life we try, 
 And then dcrart: we re born to die. 
 T
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Then lofe no moment dear to fame, 
 They longeft live who live in name, 
 The plaintive fife, &c. 
 
 BALLAD - IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 SINCE Zcoh rus firft tafled the charms of coy Flora, 
 
 Sure Nature ne er beamed on fo lovely a inert), 
 Ten thoufand fweet birds court the fmile of Aurora, 
 
 And the woods loudly echo the found of the horn : 
 Yet the morn s not fo lovely, fo brilliant, fo gay, 
 As our fplendid appearance, in gallant array, 
 When all ready mounted, vve number our forces, 
 
 Enough the wild boar or the tiger to fcare : 
 Frry fifty ftout beings, count dog., men, and horfes, 
 
 Should encounter fuel) peri! to kill one poor hare ! 
 
 Little wretch, thy fate s hard! thou wert gentle and blame- 
 Itfs; 
 
 Yet, a type of the world in thy fortune we fee; 
 And Virtue, by numfters as cruel and flu-melds, 
 
 Poor, dcfcncelefi, and timid, i hunted like ihce. 
 
 See! vainly each path how fhe doubles and tries: 
 
 If fhe fc.ipe tin hound Treachery, by blander Hie dies! 
 
 To o ercome that meek fear for which men fhould refpeel her, 
 
 Ev ry art is employed, ev ry fubtlc fnare 
 Fity thofe who were boi n to defend and protect her, 
 
 Should hunt to her ruin fo timid a hare ! 
 Thus it fares with poor Merit, which mortals fhould cherifh, 
 
 As the heaven-gifted fpark that illumines the mind ; 
 As Reafon*s beft honour : left with it fhouid perifh 
 
 Ev ry grace that Perfection can lend to nr.ankind. 
 Hark! Envy s pack opens; the grim lurcher, Fear, 
 And the mongrel, Vexation, fkulks fly in the rear : 
 The reft all ruHi on, at their head the whe p Sender, 
 
 Ti e fell mufl fJ Ma .iee, the greyhound Defpair! 
 Vitv beings bell known by bright Truth and fair Canrlour 
 
 Should hunt down--fhame to manhood-*!o harmlefs a hare. 
 Their fports at an end, harfli Reflection s bcgMi. er 
 
 Tu fome thought lefs oblivion their fouls they relign ; 
 Tb feduccr takes pieafute, revenge the revilcr, 
 
 Tiie hunter s oblivion, more harmlefs, u wine.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SOXGS. 
 
 Thus, having delroyed every rational] y 
 Tij.it can dignify Re^fon, they Ileaibn deflroy : 
 lAnd vtt not in vain, ii this IcfT on infpirit 
 
 Ought of rev rence for Genius, refpe^V. fur the Fair 
 n: t ar of loft Virtue am! poor ruined Merit 
 
 The lad manes lliali apptafe of the innocent hard 
 
 BALLAD - IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 THE world s a good thing, ah how f\veet and delicious 
 
 The b lfs and delight it contains ; 
 Dcv l a pleafure hut joy Fortune crams in onr difhes, 
 
 Except a few torments and pains. 
 Then wine s a good tiling, the dear drink s fo inviting, 
 
 Where each toper each care fwcetly drowns, 
 Where cur friends \\e fo cheriiL, fo love and delight in, 
 
 Except when we re cracking tneir crowns. 
 Sing diddcroo whack, take the good with the bad, 
 
 So put round the claret and Aierry ; 
 If the cnresof this world did not make us fo fad, 
 
 Twould be eafy enough to be merry. 
 
 Fait a wife s a good tin?, fure to charm and content yc, 
 
 To cherifh and love you flic s born; 
 Show ring joys on your brow, like thegoddefs of plenty, 
 
 So fwecr, juft excepting the horn. 
 Arrah fait the dear law a nice good ting to truftis, 
 
 Juft your a 1 ! to its mercy devote; 
 You ll be fure to get bed, board, and cloathing from Juflice, 
 
 Except when Ihe llrips off your coat. 
 Sing di<:dcroo, &c, 
 
 En t a place a good ting ? wh.re the loaves and the fifhes, 
 
 So neatlv are handed about, 
 Where you turn while your in, till y6u get all yourwifhes, 
 
 Except when they re turning you out. 
 I? not fame a good ting ? ah her trump found fo glorious, 
 
 And fo lings lorth the deeds of the brave ! 
 Kothing hinders their living long, great, and notorious, 
 
 EiC^pt that they re fnug in the grave ! 
 Sing didderoo, &c. 
 
 Then a friend s a good ting, ah he footlies all your furrow 5 
 And foftens each care oi jour life,
 
 2.2O DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And nothing, kind foul, in return ever borrows, 
 
 Except juit your purfe or your wife. 
 By comparifons then fmce each good ting s a treafure, 
 
 As the foil fhetfs the diamond s true glare, 
 Let us in this life, cheriUi only the pleafure, 
 
 Except when we re tailing the care. 
 Sing didderoo, &<: 
 
 BALLAD - IN CASTLES IN THE AIR, 
 
 BE quiet that blackbird and thrufh, 
 
 S > gallanting, 
 
 And chanting, 
 
 And whiftiiiu 1 , 
 
 And bribing, 
 
 Ami warbling your fong in the grove. 
 That goldfinch and linnet pray hufli; 
 
 Poor Taffy is fishing, 
 
 Aad alfo is crying. 
 
 And moreover dying 
 For love. 
 
 What a noife, only hark ! 
 
 Why you imprudent lark . 
 The loud, little devils to hear 
 
 Gives her torture, and torment, and fmart ; 
 Uor though honey their notes to her ear, 
 They are hitter as gall to- her heart, 
 
 Her cannot for her foui be glad 
 
 When Winifred s away ; 
 
 Yet it is wrong, and it is bad 
 
 To chide their pretty lay ; 
 
 That love that makes pour TaiTy fad, 
 
 Makes all the grove fo gay. 
 
 Pipe on, merry blackbird, and thrufli, 
 
 S;ng your ditty, 
 
 So pretty, 
 
 And whiver it, 
 
 And quiver it, 
 
 Nature fmiles, and the fpring s in its prime: 
 From each fpray, and each tree, and each bufh, 
 
 Your madrigals pouring, 
 
 Some hopping 
 
 Some loariug,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 221 
 
 Your fong will be o er in 
 Good time. 
 
 What a noife, only hark ! 
 Now s your time, Mr, Lark, 
 When to-morrow fwfet Win (hall appear, 
 You ll not make this noife, and this ftir, 
 Then a much fweeter ditty to hear, 
 You ll leave Tinging, and liften, to her. 
 Then Taffy be no longer fad, 
 Though Winifred s away, 
 Bat fnile with nature, and be glad, 
 And li ce the grove he gay, 
 Tc -morrow pleafurc s to be had, 
 Then do not grieve to-day. 
 
 BzA.LLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 COME away then at my call, 
 
 High, low, rich, pwor, fat, lean, fhorr, tail; 
 
 I undertake to furniih all 
 
 A panacea to cure care. 
 
 Would the oid renew their youth, 
 
 Would Falflu>od earn to cliar.n like Truth, 
 
 Would Honour in life s game be winner, 
 
 Or moJfft Mei t :i;u! a d nncr, 
 
 To Hope fHll turning black Dcfpair, 
 
 Come build cuttles in the air. 
 
 Here the ck, through clouds of fmoke, 
 
 In cofFce-houfc ^v;i.) crack-- Lis joke. 
 
 Whom, at his dcilc, the cobwebs choke, 
 
 StiM imitates the fpidcr i -ire: 
 
 Of ton the very life and foul, 
 
 Near iotne Horkley in the Hole, 
 
 To all the guttling city beads, 
 
 Shall give fuch monff rous Uimptaous feafts, 
 
 Genteel a-- any d m-iiig bear, 
 
 In his caftle built of air, . 
 
 "Would fpendthrift s ne er put down their gig*, 
 Would reedy curates coiint tithe pi. ^i 
 Would Gout dance rigadqons and jigs, 
 Would Greeks play cnly on the fquare, 
 
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 222 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Would guilt a waking colifcience blind, 
 Would tabbies handfome hufbands find, 
 Would lawyers fight poor orphans battle?, 
 Preferving them their goods and chatties, 
 Would pigeons fcape a well-laid fnare, 
 Conic build cafllcs in the air. 
 
 Would country hicks become polite, 
 Would Avarice give, would Cowardice fi^ht, 
 Would Envy praife, would dunces write, 
 Would Fraud fair Honour s veftme lts wear, 
 Would miicrs know when they d enough, 
 Would gluttons root* and water fluff, 
 Would gambling ceafe to be alarming, 
 Worth to be priz J, or beauty charming, 
 Would lovers ceafe to lie and fwear. 
 Come build caftles in the air. 
 
 In fliort, all thofe who Nature force, 
 Who put Life s cart before the horfe, 
 Turn Times and Seafons from their courfe, 
 Build hopes by Folly s rule and fquare 
 For inftance, now, did I appear, 
 From confcious diffidence or fear, 
 T indulge one moment fuch a (lander 
 That any here were void of candour, 
 My hopes ought al! to be defpair, 
 Aud all my caftles built in air. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN TH* AIR. 
 
 LORD what be all the rich and great, 
 
 The pride of courts and cities ? 
 Their fufs, and rout, and pomp, and (late, 
 
 Lord how a body pities. 
 The g uty fquire, in cw.rh and .fix, 
 
 My lady with her ph;hiiic, 
 His worfhip with the rheumatics, 
 
 All fick from floth and phyiic. 
 How different we ploughmen be, 
 
 Through bog, and briar, and thifHr, 
 Vvh i work with health, ar.d (trcngth, and glee, 
 
 And o er the furrow -whittle.
 
 B1BDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 22J 
 
 That thing, the young fquire, my landlord s heir, 
 
 You d for a doll miflake it ; 
 Set en a fhelf, like China ware, 
 
 For fear the maids fhou d break it : 
 Then mif s loves fcandal, cheats at play, 
 
 Gets tonifh, bold, and fpunky, 
 Hates nafty n.an, then runs away, 
 
 To prove it, with a monkey. 
 How different from t\>t fe imps, fa fprucc, 
 
 With pride that fivcll and brittle, 
 Are ours, formed ploughmen to produce, 
 
 Who o er the ft;rrow whiflle. 
 A nabob, drefs d in ftars, comes down, 
 
 To our village, worth a million ; 
 His villa s here, his houfe in town, 
 
 By the lea fide his pavilion. 
 Poor man, he d thank his fiars to feize, 
 
 For his, my humble ttation ; 
 Why he s dying of a new difeafe, 
 
 They calls a complication. 
 With ficknefs then what s high degree ? 
 
 What garter, hath, and thiitle ? 
 Oh that the nabob could, like me, 
 
 Blithe o er the furrow whittle ! 
 Thus honeft Clump, fevere, though kind, 
 
 Did wit with pity leafon ; 
 Elelt with that manly flrtr.gth of r.-Ind, 
 
 Taught by content and rcafon. 
 In artlefs wit, unronfcious fcnfe, 
 
 He pitied imperfection ; 
 Not rancour, but beneficence, 
 
 Infpiring each reflection. 
 My wifli k-ainfl haughty pomp, cried he, 
 
 At the poor who puff and brittle, 
 Is May they tafre fuel) joys as we, 
 
 Who o er the furrow whittle ! 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 THE auctioneer mounts, and firfl hawing and 
 Addreffes his audience with Lathes and gemmen, 
 Permit me to make on this i ale a few Arufturei 
 Tjs comj riied of fume choice allegorical piclures.
 
 224 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Lot one is a portrait of Truth : bid away ! 
 
 For Trutk, la es and gentlemen, what {hall we fay ? 
 
 Suppofc we fay twenty thoufatid pounds for Truth : tea 
 thoufand : five : one : five hundred : one hundred : twenty 
 guineas : one guinea. Nobody put in Truth ? No lover 
 aor lawyer in company (lands in need of a little truth ? 
 Any thing to begin with. Sixpence ! " And a half-pen 
 ny ! !" Thank you Sir. 
 
 A going, a going, a going come, fpirit, bid on ; 
 Will nobody bid more? A going gone. 
 
 Set down Truth to the gentleman in the ragged caflbc 
 
 Lot two is Frugality, modeft and meek, 
 
 Mild Content in her eye, the freih rofe on her -cheek, 
 
 The offspring of Prudence, the parent of Health, 
 
 Who, in Nature s fcant wiflies, finds Cra.fus s wealth. 
 
 What d ye fay for Frugality, ladies ? O fie ! 
 
 What nebody bid ! Nobody! ! John, put Frugality by. 
 
 * Lot three : Diffipatir.n . That s engaged: I could have 
 fold them if I had had a thoufand Lot four : Crim Cun, 
 Oh Lord that is difpofcd of, by private rontracl. Lot five, 
 Fafhion. Come, ladies, whit lhall vc fay for Fafliion ? 
 
 * Twenty thoufand pounds. Thank you Ma am. " Twenty- 
 five." Thirty. 
 
 A going, a j^ing, a going come, Ipirit, bid on - 
 What nobody bid more ? 
 
 Mr. Smilcr, to fave trouble, you may fend Fafliion to 
 my houfe upon your own terms." Much obliged to your 
 LadyiLip. 
 
 Going gone. 
 
 Set down Fafliion to Lady Kitty Cockahoop. 
 Kcxt lot is the Cardinal Virtues : why John 
 Some Prance nictainorphofe they ve all undergone : 
 Whv Fortitude trembles and looks like a Ilieep ! 
 T/hi e Tcmp rance is tipfy ! : nd Juftire afieep! 
 And as for Ma am Prudence, HieV quite in her airs ! 
 Herr, Johr, ":- : ck the Cardinal Virtues down flairs. 
 
 Let me fee, what have v c elic ? Confidence. Oh Lord ! 
 Honour. \V.>r>V .-.nd wo Td A parcel of antiqu-m-d fluff. 
 What s this? Anarchy!! Why John whai buf mis has 
 AnaThy her. ? 1 thought you knew that it was fold, long 
 enough 7 ago, for exportation. And now you talk of ex- 
 portatlon, you know this portrait of Popularity is to befent, 
 a a public gift to the Royal K;- there,, upon the continent. 
 Loyalty. * A hundred thoufand pounds two hundred
 
 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 225 
 
 * thoufancl three four five fix fevtn eight a mil- 
 
 lion two million thrte million 
 
 A going, agoing, a goi;ig come, courage, bid on: 
 
 A going, a going 
 
 Ten million in five hundred places ! Oh I knew it wa 
 utterly impoflibleever to find ajing. e purchafer for Loyalty. 
 
 Going, gone. 
 
 Set down Loyalty to the whole nation, 
 What remains there is little occaiion to heed ; 
 Of Honour and Worth you have none of you need; 
 Good Humour, and Frolic, and Laughter, fo plump, 
 I ve fold you ag iin and again, in a lump. 
 The lad lot s Content, of fweet Fleafure the twin, 
 Come purchafe Content, and I ll throw Pleafure in. 
 
 Come, ladies and gentlemen, what fhal! we fyy for Con 
 tent ? It ia your intereft to buy Content. What beauty can 
 fmile, what alderman guttle, without Content ? I had once 
 an idea of buying it in, but my content receives all its va 
 lue from the reflection of yours. Come, I ll take nods and 
 fnniles for money. Much obliged to you, Sir : particularly 
 favoured, Ma am : highly honoured, Sir: you flatter me 
 exceedingly, Mifs ? 
 A going, a going, a going come, courage, bid on : 
 
 A going, a going 
 
 Infinitely above the full value ! I am overwhelmed witk 
 gratitude! 
 
 A going gone. 
 
 Set down content to the prcfent company. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 WHEN to man the diftinguifhing form 
 .And the nature of angels were given, 
 
 His mind was imbu d with a charm 
 That mark d him the fav rite of hcav n. 
 
 "Twas fir.iling Benignity s grace, 
 To the warm throbbing hofom (;> clear, 
 
 That ceklTially beani d in his face, 
 As he flied $enfibility s tear. 
 
 Ye who Nature have learnt to fubdue, 
 Who your hearts gainfl companion can (let , 
 Who know not the joys oi chfi few ,
 
 26 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Who arc happy becnufe they can feel, 
 
 In luxury and eafe as ye ro l, 
 Learn that hlifs to the b oforft fo dear, 
 
 "Tis the luxury, fupreme, of the foul, 
 To induce Senhbility s tear. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 THE village xvas jovial, the month was May, 
 
 The birds were fweetly fniging ; 
 Of Numps and Madge twas the wedding day, 
 
 The bells were merrily ringiag. 
 The bridegroom came in hi* holiday cloaihs. 
 The bride with ribbands as red as a rofe; 
 Never did revelry fo abound, 
 The drums beat, and the joke went round : 
 Ai m;n;ier of inftrumcnts loudly play d, 
 Tht hiutboy fqucak d, and ihc baffoon hray d. 
 Then to fee th .-m all foot it, and jig it, and prance, 
 Stump, figif,and rce , in the mazy dance; 
 Thus, from when the lark rofe till the flocking was 
 
 thrown, 
 
 The fun, and the frifk, and nadiire v.-ent on. 
 Such whim and fuch frolic fure never was feen, 
 
 Till wond ring fo long they had tarried, 
 Young Ralph of the village and Sue of the green, 
 
 Cry what a lare thing to be married ! 
 Now fcarcely paft the honey moon 
 
 Still Numps and Madge are !ingii:, 
 But not exadtiy the fame tune, 
 
 For the belis her clapper s ringing. 
 The Squire fteps in, Numps fuel Is a rat, 
 Love and d. ar , are changed to dog and cat ; 
 Their loves turn d hate, and grief their joys, 
 Contentment s ftrife, and plcafure noife : 
 Say A crooked word, and I ll kill you, cries he! 
 Rams hrns, if I die for t, cries out fhe ! 
 Night and ciay thus, at visuals, or up, or abed, 
 He curries her hide, and fhe combs his head, 
 In torment, vexation, and mifery they dwell, 
 Converting that heaven, called marriage, to hclh
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 227 
 
 The neighbours malicioufly viewing the fcene, 
 
 While charmed that fo long they had tarried, 
 Young Ralph of the VfHage, and Sue of the greeB, 
 
 Cry whai a queer thing to be married ! 
 At length i > make fport of the bridegroom and bride } 
 
 Whofe jars in droll ditty they re fiaging, 
 The wags of the village now fkimmington ridCj 
 
 While backward the bells they are ringing. 
 The ladles, the fkimmers, the broom ft! cks they wield, 
 The porringer helmet, the potlid fhicld, 
 The ample ram s horns that fo grace the parade, 
 And the petticoat rampant fo gaily difplayed, 
 Denote jars domefHc, and family ftrife, 
 Where the dolt takes the diftaff, the cudgel the wife. 
 Thus hilling, and hooting, and grunting of hogs, 
 And fqualling of children, and barking of dogs, 
 And fhrill penny trumpets, fait boxes, and bells, 
 And drums and cow horns, and a hundred things elfe, 
 Compofe of confufinns the drol left e er feen, 
 
 While charm d that fo long they had tarried, 
 Young Ralph of the village, and Sue of the green, 
 
 Cry what a damn d thing to be married. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 TOM Tackle -was noble, was true to his word, 
 
 If merit bought titles, Tom might be my lord ; 
 
 How gaily his bark through Life s ocean wou d fail, 
 
 Truth furntfhed the rigging and Honour the gale. 
 
 Yet Tom had a failing, if ever man had ; 
 
 That good as he was, made- him all that was bad, 
 
 He was paltry and pitiful, fcurvy and mean, 
 
 Aad tli fniviingeft fcoanirei that ever WAS fren : 
 
 For fo fi-.id the y.irl.-, and the landlords long fnore, 
 
 Would you know what this fault was Tom Tackle wa 
 
 poor ! 
 
 Twas once on a time when we took a galloon, 
 Ai.d the crew touched the a PC- it for calh to fon-.e tuue, 
 Tom ?. trip took to jail, an old meflmate to free, 
 And four thankful prat icis foon fat on his knee. 
 Tlun T -n wws an angH, down rijjht from heaven fent! 
 Wlyj^e they d hands he his goodiief* iliould never repent :
 
 228 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Rcturn d from next voyage, he bemoan cl his fad cafe, 
 
 To find his dear friend fhut the door in his face ! 
 
 Why d ye wonder, cried one ( you re ferved right to he 
 
 fure, 
 
 Once Tom Tackle was rich nsw Tom Tackle is poor ? 
 I bcn t you fee verfed in high maxims and fitch, 
 But don t this fame honour concern poor and rich ? 
 If it don t come from good hearts, I can t fee where from, 
 And dam me if e er tar had a good heart twas Tom. 
 Yet, fome how or nother, Tom never did right : 
 None knew better the time when to fpare, or to fight ; 
 He, by finding a leak, once preferved crew and fliip,- 
 Saved the Commodore s life then he made fuchrare flip 
 And yet, for a l this, no one Tarn could endure ; 
 I fancy s as how twas becaufc he was poor. 
 At laft an old fhipmate, that Tom might hail land, 
 Who faw that his heart failed too fafV for his hand, 
 In the riding of Comfort a mooring to find, 
 Reef d the fails of Tom s fortune that /hook in the wind : 
 He gave him enough through life s ocean to fleer, 
 Be the breeze what it might, ftea dy, tha, or no near ; 
 His p ttance is daily, au yet Tom imparts 
 Wh.it he can to his friends and ;nay.all honeft hearts, 
 Like Tom Tackle have what keeps the wolf from the doer, 
 Juit enough to be generous too much to be poor. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 SAYS my father, fays he, one day to ], 
 
 Thou know ft by faifc friends we are undone, 
 Should my lawfuit be in ft, then thy good fortune try, 
 
 Among our relations in London : 
 Here s Sukey, the poor orphan child of fiiend Grift, 
 
 Who once kept thy father from fhirving, 
 When thy fortune thou ft made, thou ilialt take by the lift. 
 
 For a wife, for fhe s good and deserving : 
 Bu: mind flue in heart this one maxim, our Jack, 
 
 As thou it read thy good fate in a book, 
 Make honour thy guide, or elie never come back 
 
 To Father, ana Mother, juid Suke. 
 Jo I bufs d Suke and mothe , and great y donccrn d, 
 
 Off I fct, with my father * kind bleffing,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 2* 
 
 To our coufin, the wine merchant, where I foon Icarn d 
 
 About mixing, and brewing, and prefling : 
 But the ilo. -juice, and ratfbane, and all that fine joke, 
 
 Was foon in my ftomach a rifin<);, 
 Why doin it, cii^d I, would you kt I the poor folk ? 
 
 I thought you fold wine, and not poifon : 
 Your place, my dear coulin, won t do, for you lack, 
 
 To uaake your broth, another Duel s cook ; 
 Befide?, without honour, I cannot go back 
 
 To Father, and Mother, and Suke. 
 To rny ur.cle, the dodlor, I next went my ways, 
 
 He teach d me the myftery, quickly, 
 Of thofe that were dying to fliortcn the days, 
 
 And they in good health to make lickly. 
 Oh the mulic of groans ! cried my uncle dear boy^ 
 
 Vapours let all my fpirits a flowing, 
 A fit of the gout makes me dancing for j >y, 
 
 At an ague I m all in a glowing ! 
 Why then my dear uncle, cries 1, you re a quack, 
 
 For another affiftant go look, 
 For you fee without honour I nnir.na go back 
 
 To Father, and Mother, and Sukc. 
 
 From my coufin. the parfon, 1 foon com d away, 
 
 Without either waiting or warning, 
 For he preach d upon fuberr.cfs three times one day. 
 
 And then con. d home drunk the next moming. 
 My relation, the author, ftole other folks thoughts, 
 
 My coufin, the bookfcller, fold them, 
 My pious oli aunt found in innocence faults, 
 
 And made Virtue blufh as fhe told ;hei .< ! 
 So tlit profpect around me quite difmal, and b ack, 
 
 Scarcely knowing on which fide to look, 
 I juft fav d my honour, and then 1 com d back, 
 
 To Father, and Mother, and Suke, 
 I found them as great as a king on his throne, 
 
 The law iuit had banifhcd all forrow : 
 I m come faid I father my honour s my own, 
 
 Then thou flialt have Sukcy to-morrow. 
 But how about London ? It won t do for a clown, 
 
 There Vice rides with folly behind it, 
 Not, you fee, that I fays there s no honour in tows, 
 
 i only fay* I coul.l not (ind it. 
 If you fent me to flarve, you found out the right track- 
 
 If to live, the v/rong method you took, 
 
 Tf
 
 230 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 For, I poor went to Lor.dom, and poor I m ccm ci back, 
 To Father, and Mother, and Suke. 
 
 RONDEAU IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 AS dulcet found on aether floats, 
 
 In foft, melodious mtafure, 
 Smoothly glide the even notes 
 
 That lull the foul to pleafure. 
 Plung d in Care,bcfet with Pain, 
 Hunted by Mifery s fell train, 
 
 Still with each v.rying paffion Sound /hall following g, 
 Through all the wide vicifEtudcs of Joy and Woe. 
 
 Shall laugh with Mirth, with Anger dare; 
 
 Shall fhriek with Fear; 
 With Caution creep; 
 With pitying Sympathy fhall weep; 
 Intrude where Melancholy penfive fits, 
 Hock Jealoufy, that loves and hales by fits, 
 
 And into Madnefs urge defpair ! 
 Then, while the extremes of Joy "fld Mife.-y 
 Clafh madly, like an agitated i ea, 
 O er the footh d fcnfes fhall flic ilied a balm, 
 The ftorm of Faffion lulling to a caln, 
 Ker mighty magic mark ! 
 J-Iark! 
 
 As dulcet found on sther float, S^c, 
 V r lven Mu fit s powerful air. .rms excite, 
 The poorcft pailion grows dclip u : 
 Wine is not mirth, the lyre unftruug, 
 Beauty s not beauty, if unfung. 
 Mark ! how the organ s folemn air 
 Adds piety to prayer ! 
 
 Without the aid of willing found, 
 Joy is not pleafure, pomp not flate, 
 Love tender, nor ambition great : 
 
 Without it what were heroes found, 
 Who feck for glory, and meet fate ? 
 What confecrates thtir deeds and namr 
 But Mufic s trumpet, lent to Fame.? 
 Nor will the mcancll hero fight,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 231 
 
 If Mufic end not her de ight. 
 
 Let hut the drum, and cheerful fife 
 AfTail his tar, 
 He knows not fear, 
 
 The found infpirts him with new life,, 
 Fired with the fprightly martial band, 
 The foe he charges hand to hand : 
 Rufhes refifllef* through the ranks, 
 
 With Glory fir d ! 
 And takes thofe thanks 
 
 Due to that valour Mafic had in fpired. 
 Siveet Mufic take me to thy care, 
 Breathe in my foul thy vital air; 
 That when unruly thoughts transform 
 My mind, with Pafiion s fwclling (torra, 
 Confliiffc on conflict as they fwell, 
 And make my tortur d mind a lull ! 
 
 As dulcet found on xthcr floats, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 A Watchman I am, and I knows all the round, 
 
 The houfkecpers, the flrays, and the lodgers, 
 Where low dev ls, rich dons, and high rips, may be found, 
 
 Odd dickies, queer kids,and rum codgers: 
 Of money, and of property, I m he that takes the care, 
 And cries, when 1 fee rogues go by, Hey ! what are you 
 
 doing there ? 
 
 Only a. little Imfinefs in that houfe : You undtrfland 
 * me ? * Underftaad you ! well, I believe you are an 
 honcfl man. Do you hear, bring me an odd imcr caiidle- 
 " ftick 
 
 Then to my box I creep, 
 And then fall faft aflcep. 
 Saint Paul s llrikes one, 
 Thus after all the mifchief s done, 
 1 goes and gives them warning, 
 And loudly bawls, 
 As ftrikcs Saint Paul s 
 I afl one o clock, and a cloudy morning. 
 Then round as the hour I merrily cries, 
 Another fine mefs I difcover,
 
 RIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 J"or a curious rope ladder I (trai^htway efpics, 
 
 And Mifs Forward ixpeiEling her lover. 
 Tlicn to each other s aims they fly, 
 
 My life, my foul, ah ah ! 
 Fine work, JVlifs. Hot-npon t, cries I, 
 
 I ll knock up your Pappa. 
 
 No, no, you won t. I fhall ; worthy old foul, to be 
 " treated in th s manner." Here, here, take this. " Oh 
 " you vil ain, want to bribe an honcft watchman ! and 
 " with futh a triilc too i" Well, well, here ii more. 
 More! You feein to he a fpirited lad now do make her 
 " a good hu&and 1 am glad you tricked the o!d hunks 
 " good night I -ifh you fate at Gretna Green ! 
 Then to my box I creep, 
 And then fall fait afleep. 
 What s that ? St. Paul s ftrike two, 
 The lovers off, what doe* I do, 
 But gives r u father warning, 
 
 And loudly bawls, &c 
 Then towards the f<;nare, from my box as I look?, 
 
 I hears fuch a ranting, and tearing; 
 Tis Pharoah s whole hurt, and the pigeons, and rooks, 
 
 Are lau^hiny, and finding, and fwtaring. 
 Then fuch a hubbub, and a din, 
 
 How they blafpheme, and curfe ! 
 Tli.it thief has dole my diamond pin, 
 
 Watch, watch, I ve loft my purfe! 
 
 * Watoh, htre 1 charge } ou, and I charges yon. Cc Tit 
 " a marvellous thing that honed people can t go home with- 
 " out being robbed: Which is the thief?" That s the 
 
 thief that trick d me out of two hundred pounds this 
 
 * evening, " Ah that you know is all in the way of bufi- 
 " nefs, but which is the thief that dole the gentleman s 
 "purfe?" That s him. < What Sam Snatch? Give it 
 * to rne Sam. He has not got your purfe you are mif- 
 " taken in your man. Go home peaceably, and don t 
 " ohiige me to take you to the watch-houfe. 
 
 Then to my box I creep, 
 And then fall fad afleep 
 What s that ? St. Paul s ftrikcs three 
 Thus from all roguery I geto free, 
 l2y giving people warning, 
 \nd lomlh bawls, &e.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 233 
 
 ..<>..> &<a^<55> v-O" 
 BALLAD IN THE RAZOR GRINDER. 
 
 TOM Turnwell is my name, my boys, 
 
 I ll flrike a droke with any, 
 The trade that all my time employs, 
 
 To get an honed penny, 
 As good, as juft, as mod you ll find. 
 
 With rubbing done, 
 
 And drop, and hone, 
 I whet the very (harped fteel ; 
 And cry the while I turn my wheel, 
 
 Pen-knives, fciliars, 
 
 Cleavers, Razors, 
 Chopping knives to grind. 
 
 I m ufeful liro : t >;-iout a!! the town, 
 
 The An K)th am p in .percJ. g utton, 
 When e &r to dinner he fits down, 
 
 Can never carve his mutton, 
 TJnlefs his k.i. fc is to his mind. 
 
 With rubbin^ done, &c. 
 The pretty dame who fVeet can fmile, 
 
 Who is for ever fmirking, 
 And who the minutes can beguile, 
 
 With 4ove as well as work! :g, 
 Would lie her fcifTars fharpeued find, 
 
 With rubbing done, &c. 
 My frierd the barber o er the way, 
 
 Who daily lathers many, 
 And picks up pt jtty well each day, 
 
 By {having for a penny; 
 To me his razors are contign d, 
 With rubbing done, &c. 
 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE 
 
 ALL endeavours fruitlefs prove 
 Former pleafure to regain, 
 
 S.;nk in helplefs, hopelei s love 
 Can the /lave efcapc his chain ? 
 
 U 2
 
 234 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Leave, O leave me to endure, 
 Probe not wounds that rend my heart ; 
 
 When the patient s part a cure, 
 Mcd eine but augments his fmart. 
 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 THE trifling maid, who, idly vain, 
 Contemns a faithful level s pain, 
 
 His torment all her joy; 
 Who, changeful as an April day, 
 With captive hearts delight to play, 
 As infants with a toy : 
 Deferves of Cupid s bi ter draught, 
 To tafte a drop, and from hit ihaft 
 
 A (broke or two to feel ; 
 Then tremble, Nymph, for, taught by me, 
 Strephon fhall foon give wounds to thee, 
 
 No vanity can heal. 
 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 MY bofom is proof againft tranfports and 
 
 The fawning of treacherous man, 
 Who by artful grimaces, by cringing and bows, 
 
 Enfnares ev ry woman he can. 
 His tranfport is falfe, and his vows are a cheat, 
 
 His oaths and his cringing a lie, 
 Each pravStic d alone their defires to compleat, 
 
 And gain what we ought to deny- 
 Poor Daphne too foon own d the flame in her breaff, 
 
 Too tafy, too quick y was won ; 
 Her fwain. from that moment a rover confefs d, 
 
 Forfook htr, a maiden undone: 
 And knew, if young Stir phon had conqucr d my heart, 
 
 To my wifh were .none p eafir.g as> he, 
 Ifooner would die, than this f ecret impart, 
 
 Till I prov d he as truly lov d me.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 235 
 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 YE flowers that bloom in yonder mead, 
 
 Where flows the cryftal tide, 
 And nibling lambkins fportive feed 
 
 Along the current s fide, 
 Ye oft have feen, and fmil d to fee, 
 My love to him, his love to me. 
 Witnefs ye flocks, ye herds, ye fawns, 
 
 That o er the pafturcs ftray, 
 Witnefs, ye mountain*, groves, and lawns, 
 
 Each pointed child of May : 
 The gn-ate(H> if, I ere can prove 
 Is to return my fhepherd s love. 
 
 DUETTO IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE, 
 
 Strrpbon. 
 
 TURN, O turn,- relentlefs fair,. 
 Pity hap efs Strcphon s pain, 
 Raife Jura irom the Lift defpair, 
 Smile, and bid him live again. 
 Cxlia. 
 
 Prythee lay afide your folly ; 
 
 How can I or take or give 
 Sprightly mirth, or melancholy; 
 
 But if thut contents you live. 
 
 Sirepbon, . 
 Too well you know your art and pow r, 
 
 Ev ry \vay my woes te calm, 
 The wound will heal from that fweet: hour 
 
 Wherein you pour a friendly balm, 
 
 Ccclia. 
 Truth 1 pity your condition, 
 
 But if your poor heart muft bleed 
 Till I act your kind phyfician 
 
 Your cafe is dcfperatc indeed.
 
 236 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
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 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 IN ev ry fertile valley 
 
 Where nature fpreads the grafs, 
 Her filly conducl rally 
 
 To ev ry lad and lafs; 
 Where weary reapers labour, 
 With Sylvia gay, he feen, 
 Or, to the pipe and tabor, 
 
 Light tripping o er the green. 
 Where cowflips fweetly fmiling, 
 
 Bedeck the verdant fliade, 
 Appear the hours beguiling, 
 
 Or head fome gay parade. 
 Purfue thefe methods boldly, 
 
 Nor fink in hopelefs grief; 
 The fair once treated coldly, 
 
 Will quickly grant relief. 
 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 HAUGHTY Calia, (till difdaining, 
 
 Ne er flial! triumph o er my heart; 
 Ne er will I with mean complaining 
 
 Sue for comfort to my fmart ; 
 I ll appear the carelefs rover, 
 
 Let her coquettilTi airs affect, 
 Like a gay a happy lover, 
 
 Treat contempt with cold neglect. 
 
 Kt er, ye fair ones, damp the palTum 
 
 Where with honour love attends, 
 Never cro-fs with indignation 
 
 Love that iaireft trvuh commends. 
 Conftant minds alike difdaining 
 
 Infmccrity ^rd fraud, 
 Are their utmoft wiih obtaining) 
 
 Y/LLe their hope their hearts applauri.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 SINCE artful man fo oft betrays, 
 Hy fubtle wiles, and hardy ways, 
 
 Our weak unguarded lex ; 
 By oaths, dilfembl d ligh s aiul fi-ars, 
 To melt the heart, to unarm cur tars, 
 
 And (till our minds perp ex : 
 
 In revenge I m determiu d to treat him with (corn, 
 And fhew him a nymph can perplex in her turn 
 But Strephon s heart with pureft fire, 
 With landed love, and fond defire, 
 
 Has ever warmly glow d: 
 Yet his may be like all the red, 
 A treach rous bait to fnare the brcafl, 
 
 And (b my fears forbade : 
 
 Thofe fears then iliall teach me to treat him with fcorm 
 And flicw him a nymph can infnare in her turn. 
 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 THE God of love will ever 
 
 Heap blefling s on the pair, 
 Where plea Hag I the endeavour, 
 
 Both of the fwain and f^ir. 
 Believe me kind good-nature, 
 
 Of beauty flands in place, 
 Gives bloom to ev ry feature, 
 
 To ev ry adtion grace : 
 Then never flight the lover, 
 
 Or draw too tight his chain, 
 Leaft in the end the rover 
 
 Succeeds the dying fwain. 
 
 AIR IN THE SHEPHERD S ARTIFICE. 
 
 A SHEPHERD long figh d for a beautiful fair , 
 And in rapture difcover d his love ;
 
 238 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Not doubting the nymph would clifye !,,.-, . .;J care 
 
 And his amorous tranfport appiove : 
 Tho fhe to companion inienl-Ulc grov.-n, 
 
 No gl mpie of delight would isnoart ; 
 When ht f .gn d ar hc-r Icet (he ic-piy d with a frown, 
 
 Anu rtjoic d at his 1 urFrings aud fniart. 
 He fufFer d long time this impertinent Horn, 
 
 Nor thought of upbraiding the fair, 
 But fecretly pin d in the bower forlorn, 
 
 Involv d in the keeneft defpair ; 
 Till his friend who obferv d him heart-wounded with grief. 
 
 Lamenting his fruitlefs dtfire, 
 Refolv d that the nymph fhould afford him relief, 
 
 And in turn feel the force of love s fire. 
 Too artful, her pafiion fhe never had own d, 
 
 Tho it triumph d alone in her brcaft ; 
 But laugh d while the fhepherd in mifery nioan d, 
 
 And wander d a ftranger to reft : 
 Advis d then his bofom no longer to vex : 
 
 But her haughtinefs treat with lifdain ; 
 He OM n d a feign d coiutfhip, her brs^.ft to perplex, 
 
 And convert to delight all his pain. 
 
 AIR IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 THE Phcenix, we re told, has the Sun for his fire, 
 
 That he lives to five cent ries or more; 
 That he then gathers gums and rccds in good flore, 
 
 With thefe makes a tire ; 
 In the midft of which fire being feated. 
 
 His wings are the bellows 
 Which kindle it up till tis properly heated ; 
 
 And farther they tell us, 
 
 When no longer in flame this corabuftible flafhes, 
 A fpick and fpan aew one jumps out of the afhe. 
 Another wife tale to a dragon gave birth, 
 Whole teeth, it is faid, were but fown in the earth, 
 When tis gravely attefted, and let who will fmile. 
 That a reiment of foldiers appear d rank and file. 
 Thefe florics, tis granted, are vary abfurd ; 
 No man ever fa w fuch a dragon er bird
 
 IMBUING SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Yc-t folly ;>:;cl love to be met with afunder, 
 
 I hoU a phenomenon of fuch a kind, 
 
 A. rarity fo much more worhjy to brag on, 
 
 That fo- ncr thai) fct out thi* wonder 
 
 To find 
 
 I d be bound to produce you both phoenix and dragon. 
 
 AIR - IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 I M up to all your tricks, my clear, 
 
 ilow the winds you make your letters bear, 
 
 lly care and vigilence to queer, 
 
 But little are you winning : 
 You know tis true my pretty youth, 
 You fend em Eaft, Weft, .North, and South 
 Don t laugh left t other fide your mouth. 
 
 You fhould be after grinning. 
 You Matter ! don -t believe if, love ; 
 I m Juno fliil, and you are Jove; 
 Whom Fate has plac d me .far above, 
 
 Nor her decrees coii d ft a ter: 
 Then yield with grace the fovereign rule, 
 Not think to make me thus a tool, 
 t or thofe who hang me for a fool, 
 
 Will find a knave in the halter. 
 
 RONDEAU IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 THINK not here to drive your gig, 
 Madam Juno; 
 I ll make you know, 
 Who s at home, or burn my vr g. 
 
 Why, I 11 know the realon. 
 You may grin but I ll bet twenty. 
 Her Lord and Mafttr, 
 I mall caQ her ; 
 
 And as to witnefles, I ve ] lentV ( 
 Iu good time and fcafor. 
 
 Think not, Sac.
 
 240 niBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Shall I by her my goods and chattels, 
 Be ltd by the nofe here, 
 Nor difpofc her 
 
 As I lift Why, Sir, thcfe battles, 
 Gaiiift me are petty treafon, 
 
 Think not, &c. 
 
 AIR IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 WITH that begirt, each dowdy girl 
 Gets every charm, does the but alk it; 
 Her teeth become a row of pearl, 
 Euclos d within a coral ca/kct. 
 Carnations bloom upon her cheeks, 
 Rofes take place of blotch and pimpJc; 
 The air s perfnm d whene er fhe fpeaks, 
 And Cupids play in every dimple- 
 
 AIR. -IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 WHO calls on her whofe powerful art, 
 Erecls a throne in every heart ; 
 Whole love all court, whofe anger fear 
 Venus yclept behold her here. 
 Sighs ionic fond youth his love unkind, 
 W\;u d he fome wntchful Argus blind ? 
 Glows Ibrue fair virgin s modeft cheek, 
 With wiflics that flie dare not fpeak ? 
 
 Who calls, <Jcc. 
 
 AIR - IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 FINE fport, indeed, for god and godlin, 
 To fee great Jove become Moll Codlin ; 
 And threat his wife with iift and horfewhip, 
 Becaufe flie loves a little gollip, 
 Yet he, forfooth, can trot and amble, 
 And after fcores of miffes ramble;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 241 
 
 Leave, gods, at Hercules your grinning, 
 The matter of the world s a fpinning. 
 Though while fuch worthy work is doing, 
 Slap goes the univerfe to ruin ; 
 The trumpet founds wars rude and civil, 
 Convulfe the earth, while to the devil 
 They go their own way, and no wonder, 
 His liht uing s out afleep his thunder. 
 
 AIR IN THS CESTUS. 
 
 HEAR the merry minftrel found, 
 On the ear it rings, 
 While all the firings, 
 Are one entire vibration, 
 The tinkling pleafure fpreads around. 
 And as it plays, 
 Sweetly conveys, 
 From fenfe to fenfe, 
 Soft eloquence, 
 In thrilling circulation. 
 But ftringlefs, broken, out of tune, 
 Time s thrown away ; 
 For did you play. 
 Without the leaft ceffation, 
 And flrum from January till June ; 
 You ftill may bang, 
 At every twang, 
 The difmal hum, 
 The more you thrum. 
 But fpcaks its mutilation. 
 
 But hear, &c. 
 
 Juft fo let down its pegs, the heart 
 In fadnefs fits, 
 Nor once admits 
 Of any confolation ; 
 But fcrew it into tune, each fniart, 
 And anxious care, 
 DiiTolvcs to air, 
 Alone its joys 
 The mind employs, 
 And all is jubilation. 
 
 So hear the, &c, 
 X
 
 242 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 AIR IN THE CE3TUS. 
 
 HOW happy flie, -n-ho ne er can know 
 
 The miiery of the great ; 
 Who, far from reach of fcepter d woe, 
 
 Finds in her low eftatc, 
 Joy in her innocence delight 
 
 In fcenes that fli!l prtftnt; 
 Pictures that health and rtrcngth excite, 
 
 And tranfport in content : 
 One brook, her mirror and her drink, 
 
 The happy wanderer leeks ; 
 And as her lambs play round its brink, 
 
 Good Nature paints her check?. 
 Few are her wants, certain her joy ; 
 
 For rcafon s glad confent 
 Points out her innocent employ, 
 
 And guides her to content. 
 
 AIR IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 SPORTSMEN who are ftaunch and true, 
 Ne er the timid hare pnrfue; 
 
 Quiv ring, quaking ; 
 
 Shir ring, lliaking ; 
 Trembling, totfring in her flight, 
 She their pity wou.d excite. 
 But who, a badger fet at bay, 
 Willies not to make his prey ? 
 Where s the heart companion fhock* 
 To enfnare the fuhtle fox ? 
 Come on, then, and partake the fpoiU, 
 Cunning Reyjiard s in the toils- 
 Sly and artful M! prepare, 
 For my madam fuch a fnare, 
 So clofe and cunning a wife gin, 
 With her eyes o^en flie il run in.
 
 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 243 
 
 Ware haunches, Juno, for I ll follow 
 Hard at your hcei with a view hollow ! 
 
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 AIR IN THE CESTUS. 
 
 MF.EK I<11 be as Venu s clove ? 
 
 Your prefence court, your abfence mourn ; 
 
 Love {hall he the price of love, 
 
 And kindntfs aik a kind return. 
 
 Foliy (halt ne er my mind defile, 
 
 From prudence wilt I ne er depart, 
 
 My face fhall wear a conftant imile, 
 
 And duty govern my heart. 
 
 AIR - IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 COME buy my ftraw, and I ll give you a fong, 
 
 I dc.nt fay my long any fatire contains, 
 
 I do nt lay it touches on phyiic or law, 
 
 The knave s cunning thrift, or the ufurer s gains; 
 
 1 don t fay it execrates cheating at play, 
 
 Or points out to (corn every knave in life s throng ? 
 
 Or difpifes the flanderer, the utmofl I fay, 
 
 I, buy my flraw, and I ll give you a fong. 
 
 I don t fay the man, who difTeminates ftrife, 
 
 Through a land, the world s wonder rich profperous aui 
 
 brave, 
 
 That protevStion affords to hia children, and wife, 
 Is a good deal a fool, and a little a knave. 
 I don t fay the thief, who your purfe deals away, 
 Is more honeft than the t other who does you foui wrong, 
 Under frienclfhip s fair vizzard, the utmoft I fay 
 Is, buy my flraw, and I ll give you a fong. 
 1 don t fay young gentlemen, caufe tis the rage 
 To be rcndcr d notorious by public eclat, 
 While poor beauty, and youth, loofe their power to crgage. 
 Are wrong to flea! off, with fome fpruce grandmaiv.a. 
 Gainft monkeys and ape^l don t mean to inveigh,
 
 244 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Nor do I affcrt that their feelings are wrong, 
 
 Who wilTi worth at the devi) : the utmoft I fay 
 
 Is, buy my ftraw and I ll give you a fong. 
 
 I don t fay that honour, fair dealing, and truth, 
 
 Are better than fraud, and chicanery and lies, 
 
 That the maftiffs of age, and the puppies nf youth, 
 
 Howe re \ve may pity, we flill muft defpife. 
 
 Nay did one whip folly, even though one fliould flay, 
 
 Her own back for materials to furnifh the thong, 
 
 Do I fay flie d he callous, the utmoft I fay 
 
 Is, buy my Araw, and I ll give you a fong. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 BESEECH you, would ye, gentle folks, 
 
 Dame fortunes gifts reveal ; 
 I can at will turn all the fpokesi 
 
 That guide her fickle wheel : 
 Nor dregs of tea, nor coffee grounds, 
 
 That myftic apparatus , 
 Need I to fliew life s ups and down* 
 
 To ev ry Fortunatus: 
 The fmiling road to human blifs, 
 Wou d you purfue, the myft ry s this 
 He that s content hath fortune found, 
 Cheerly with him her wheel goes round. 
 
 Gluttons blame fortune for that gout 
 
 They from intemp rance fee , 
 While yonder ircn mufcled lout 
 
 Enjoys his fcanty meal : 
 The indolent poor fortune curfe 
 
 To fill up life s hiatus, 
 "While the induftrious find the purfe, 
 
 And cap of Fortunatus. 
 The fmiling road to human blifs, 
 Thus court your (lep.sthe myft ry s this 
 
 He that s content, &c. 
 Then cuftoms ideots, do not fay 
 
 Fortune can blindly err, 
 If to her fane you mifs the way, 
 
 Tis you are blind, not htr.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 245 
 
 The even path before us lies 
 
 To where her gifts await us, 
 And he contentment hath made wife, 
 
 Is the true Fortunatus, 
 The foiling road to human U .ifs, 
 Come then and tread, the myu ry s this, 
 He thafs content, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 INSPIRED by fo grateful a duty, 
 
 In terms frrongtft art can devite, 
 B;irds l.ave written thofe raptures on beauty, 
 
 That lovers have wafted on fighs : 
 J, to fill the fweet theme more completely, 
 
 Sing the beauty of goodnefs the while, 
 For every face is drti s d fweet !y, 
 
 Where beams a brnevolent fmile. 
 
 While the heart fome beneficent a (51 ion, 
 
 Contemplates, with joy the eyes fpeak, 
 On the lip quivers mute fatUfa&ion, 
 
 And a glow of delight paints the cheek. 
 JBlifs pervade* every feature completely, 
 
 Adding beauty to beauty the while, 
 And the lovelicfl face looks more f\veetly 4 
 
 Where bc^. .ns a benevolent fmile. 
 
 -^ 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 SWEET is the fhip that under fail, 
 Spreads her white bofom to the gale, 
 Sweet, oh ! fweets the flowing can; 
 Swett to poifc the labouring oar, 
 That tugs us to our native fliore, 
 When the boatfwain pipes the b;>rge to man ; 
 Sweet failing with a f-w ring breeze; 
 Eut oh ! rnuc.h fweeter than all thtfe, 
 Is Jack s dtli"bt his lovely Nan* 

 
 246 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS, 
 
 The needle faithful to the north, 
 To fhew of conftancy the worth, 
 A curious lefTon teaches man: 
 The needle time may ruft, a fquall 
 Capfize the binacle and all, 
 Let feamanfhip do a l it can : 
 My love in worth fhall higher rife, 
 Nor time fhali ruft, nor fqualls capfize, 
 My faith and truth to lovely Nan. 
 
 When in the bilboes I was penn d, 
 
 For ftrving of a worthlefs friend, 
 
 And every creature from me ran; 
 
 X" fhip performing quarentine, 
 
 Was ever fo deferted ieen, 
 
 None hail d me woman, child, nor man ; 
 
 But though falfe friend 11-, ip s fails were furi d. 
 
 Though cut a drift by ail the world, 
 
 I d all the world in lovely Nan. 
 
 I love my duty, love my frier;! , 
 
 Love, truth, and merit to defend, 
 
 To moan their lofs who hazard ran ; 
 
 I love to take an honed part, 
 
 Love beauty and a fpotlefs heart^ 
 
 By manners love 10 (new the man ; 
 
 To fail through life, by honour s breeze 
 
 Twas ali along of loving thefe 
 
 T ifft made me dout on lovely Kan. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 f/ON T yon fee that as how I m a fportfman iu ftyle, 
 
 Ai! fo kickilli, fo Mini, and fo tall ; \ 
 
 Why I ve fearch d after game and that man) * the mile, 
 
 And feed no bit of nothing at all ; 
 My licence I pocket?, my poney I ftrides, 
 
 And I pelts through the wind and the rain, i 
 
 And, if likely to fall, flicks the fpurs in the fides, 
 
 Leaves the bridle air.l ho ds by the mane ; t 
 
 To be fure dad at home kicks up no little ftrife, 
 Bet dabby \\ hat s that, cn t fafliion and life ~l 
 At fpoiting I never was knov d for to lag, 
 
 I was a.wayb in danger the firft ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 247 
 
 When at Epfom laft Eafter they turned out the (lag, 
 
 I m the lad that was rolled in the dufi ; 
 Then they call me * Kincom why, over the fields, 
 
 There a little heyond Dulwich Common, 
 I a chick and a goole, tumbled head over heels, 
 
 And two mudlarks, befides an old woman : 
 Then let miferly dad, kick up fbrrow and ftrife, 
 I m the lad that s genteel, and knows fafhion and iifet 
 But don t go for to think I neglects number one, 
 
 Often when my companion?, with ardour, 
 Are hunting about with the dog ;.nd the-gun, 
 
 I goes and I hunts in the larder : 
 There I fprings me a woodcock or fluflies a quail, 
 
 Or finds pufs, as fhe fits under cover, 
 Then fo ho ! to the barrel, to Mart me forae ale, 
 
 And when I have dined and fed rover, 
 Pays my landlord his (Lot, as I ogles his w ifc, 
 While the daughter cries out, lord what falhion and life. 
 Then I buys me fome game, all as homeward we jog, 
 
 And when the folks ax how I got cm, 
 Though I fhooteu but once, and then killed the poor dog, 
 
 I fwears and then (land s to t I Ihot em ; 
 So come round me ye fportfmcn thai s fmart .and what not, 
 
 All (lilifli and cutting a flafh, 
 
 When your piece won t kill game, charged with po \\iTcr 
 and fliot, 
 
 To bring cm down, down with your cafh; 
 And if with their jokes, and their jeers, folks are rife 
 Why dabby fays you, ent it faihion and life. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 SEE, fee to join the revel rout, 
 
 All hopping, fkipping, prancing, 
 With fqueakand fquall, and fhrick and fliour, 
 
 A 1 foris and fizc s prancing, 
 As old as pole? and big as ti:ns, 
 
 Three graces lead ihe revels, 
 Then devils tame as lambs, 
 
 And Nuns as impudent as devils. 
 
 Do you know me? " Oh ! yes, excellent well you are 
 a ftili monger :" No I cn t ; I am a methodift preacher. 
 " Then I would vou werefo honeft a man. *
 
 24$ DISDIN S SELECTED SONGS-. 
 
 Thus leaving every care !>ehind, 
 The pack ftale reafon fcornin.-, 
 Chafe pieafures of the night to fiad, 
 
 The head ache of the morning. 
 Sec al! conditions, fexes, years, 
 
 Unite to keep the farce on, 
 A fwcaring quaker next appears, 
 
 And next a drunken parlbn; 
 Beaux, chattering nonfenfe lou<l in peals, 
 
 Bells, furni died well with clappers, 
 Tumblers, and dancers without heels, 
 
 And lawyers without nappers. 
 
 Do you know me? "Oh! yes, very well you are 
 Venus," Will you be my Mars?" " With all my foul." 
 Come unmafk, and let me behold the beauties of the Cy 
 prian Queen. " Let us unmafk tory.ther. 1 Agreed. 
 Oh ! plague and misfortune, my bufband !" Oh ! hell 
 and the devil, my wife ! 
 
 Thus leaving every care behind, 
 
 The rack ftale reafon fcorning, 
 CV r c pleafures of the nighr, to find 
 
 The he ad ache of the morning. 
 At laft to clofe their noify mirth, 
 
 As finis to this kick up, 
 From the fupper room they iffue forth, 
 
 And roar, and rant, and hiccup; 
 My angel whau zounds, pull his nofe, 
 
 Sir do you mean to bam ;re ? 
 I ve lo.ft my wig heS fpoilt my clothe?, 
 
 A ring, boo, fcotmdrc , dauinie. 
 
 An oH c!oa f hs nvn to call the grand Turk a fcoundrel f 
 Satiafa&ion." " A ring." Dabby, I never boxes. "Kick 
 hi:n out." Yea I v.-iil. " I was never fee any thing fo 
 droll in my life." Ah! there ll be murder, " Arrah fait 
 that s right, exchange addre/Tes. I ll eat him up alive I ll 
 maul tbe villain. 1 Hark forward Oh! its a fine row^ 
 dabby I love a row. 
 
 The pack thu? leaving care behind, 
 
 And rrufty reafon fee r:.i"r, 
 Chafe pieafures of the night, to find 
 The he-id ache of the morning..
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 249 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS, 
 
 SAY foldier which of glory s charms, 
 
 That heroes foul 8 enflame, 
 Gives brighteft lultre to their arms, 
 
 Or beft enfurcs their fame ? 
 Is it her lion-mettlcd rage, 
 
 Let loofe from ardour s den, 
 Legion \vith legion to engage, 
 
 And make men daughter men? 
 Is it to a deiencelefs foe, 
 
 Mild mercy to forbear, 
 And glut the call of vengeance ? No ; 
 
 The brave delight to fpare : 
 Tis clemency pale mifery s friend, 
 
 Foremort in glory s van, 
 To dry the darting tear, and blend 
 
 The hero with the man. 
 
 Then on the wretch fall double fhame, 
 
 Who, in foul flander lored, 
 Kntnvs war alone by murder s name. 
 
 The foldier by the fword : 
 As bleffings out of evils come, 
 Let once the conflivSt ceafe, 
 The eagle bring* the halcyon home, 
 
 War courts the finiles of peace: 
 Yet, he to higher merit vaults, 
 
 Who glory- s track hath trod, 
 Great, generous merit that exalts, 
 
 A mortal to a God : 
 Tis clemency, pale mifery s friend, 
 
 Ever in glory s van, 
 To dry the ftarting tear, and blend 
 The hero with the man. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 ANACREON tells us that mortals mere clods, 
 By the drink they love beft arc exalted to gods,
 
 45 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And fate there s no lie in the truth on t, don t wine, 
 
 Though as beaflly as devils, make topers divine? 
 
 Three treads in a trice makes a god of poor fnip, 
 
 Tars are every one Neptunes when e er they drink flip, 
 
 To be Jove, or Apollo, or Mars, would ye chufe, 
 
 Ah! you ve nothing to do but get drunk with Rambooze. 
 
 Then a natural traniltion from heaven, if you go 
 
 Down to hell, ah! you ll find them all drinking below, 
 
 Each driving in Lethe to hurry his care: 
 
 The feducer forgets when he ruined the fair, 
 
 Greeks the pillory forget they fo richly deferve, 
 
 The ufurer forgets when he let the man ftarve, 
 
 The perjurer forgets that he died in his fhoes, 
 
 But let us all fuch rafcals forget in Ran. booze. 
 
 Our Shelah, cried out, one day, making her moan. 
 
 From my arms, where 1 held him fart, Taddy is gone, 
 
 And though in my prefence he always will (lay, 
 
 For ever the wanton young rogue s fled away : 
 
 I m dead, and I m kilt, and fliall never recover, 
 
 Heaven take me, or give me that heaven, my lover, 
 
 Teach me how to be mail, or my fenfes to lofe, 
 
 My dear creature, cried I, jufl get drunk with Rambooze. 
 
 When hard at the whifkey an Irifhman pulls, 
 
 In fearch of Europas, he rides upon buils, 
 
 Of liquors large libations Italians fcarc fwallcw, 
 
 But every fqualini becomes an Apollo : 
 
 Then each fair one s a goddefs, don t every Hie, 
 
 Like an angel, talk Icanda!, whene er flie drinks tea, 
 
 You mod Htlicon fip, would you turn to a mufe, 
 
 And, if you d be Bacchus, get drunk with Ramboaze. 
 
 But did I not ftop 1 fhould never have done, 
 
 In me all the Deities centre in one; 
 
 I m as valiant as Mars, and as mighty as Jove, 
 
 As cunning as Mercury, as am rous as Love : 
 
 I m Apollo and Momus, together for wit, 
 
 And I boaft an Olympus my godflvp to fit, 
 
 For what bttter heaven, upon earth, can I choofc, 
 
 Than good health, a kind wife, a true friend and Ramboozc -
 
 ftlBDIN S SELECTED SONG3. 
 
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 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 WHERE a learned phyfician who writes for all illi, 
 Stead of taking a guinea obliged to take pills, 
 Or compeli d to examine mortality s bills, 
 
 For his own and his brethren s flaughter : 
 Were an ideal widow her fponfc given over, 
 At the moment a promife fhe made to her lover, 
 JjAdvertifed that her hu&aud began to recover, 
 Both thcfe would be fiili out of wAtcr : 
 
 Odd lifli, queer fifli, ftrangc fiili, droll fifk , 
 In fhort they d be filh out of water. 
 Did a methodift preacher, leave fleecing his flock, 
 Did witlings let in common fcnfe, fliouhl flic knock, 
 Did a toper reel homewards before three o clock, 
 
 Did puppies find tafle when they fought her, 
 Were a rook, by a pigeon, choufed out of his booty, 
 Did a wife, kind and handfome, and true to her duty, 
 Meet a brute, unattra&ed by goodnefs or beauty, 
 All thcfe would be filh out of water. 
 Odd filh, &c. 
 
 Should true limbs of the law, while extending their palms, 
 From honour or confcience, be troubled with qualms, 
 Should fpendthrifts grow prudent, or mjfcrs give alms, 
 
 Or honefly tempt a defaulter, 
 Did a lover, in high expectation, when ready, 
 At the place of appointment, feqneftered and iludy, 
 Encounter a broomftick in (lead of a lady, 
 
 All thefe would be filh out of water. 
 
 Odd fiili, &c. 
 
 Did a tar, or in private, or public frrife, 
 For his king, or his friend, fear to venture his life, 
 Did a j .ihnan, from Ireland, in fearch of a wife, 
 
 Expect fortune, and meet with her daughtt r, 
 In fhort from mankind, did one Itrip off the vizard, 
 Without fear of palling for witch, or for wizzard. 
 One might fee twould fo curfedly flick in each gizzard, 
 
 That they d all appear fiili out of water : 
 Odd nth, &c.
 
 252 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 ..<..<>... <^> Ti>.^ ,..>.,, 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 THE fquirrel that jingles hU hells in his cage, 
 
 Is the type of that fo. ly and ftrife, 
 Call t the fafhion, the ton, or the kick, or the rage 
 
 That makes up the bufHe of life : 
 On the wheel of dame fortune, now high, and, now low, 
 
 As they amble, and gallop, and pace, 
 While in fcarcli of that phantom called pleafure they go, 
 
 Each ftrives to be firft in the chafe : 
 
 So round, round, round g: es fcug in his cage, 
 
 And jingles his bells with a fufs and a rage, 
 
 Still turning about and about, 
 And when tir d with his journey remains in the place, 
 
 ExaiStly where firft he let out. 
 
 In fcarch after knowledge, the book worm explores, 
 
 Where nature s wide regions expand, 
 But though fancy conduces him to numbcrlefs fliores, 
 
 He never once touches on land : 
 His bark s toft in dorms of opinions that rage, 
 
 Nor truth s tracklefs path can he trace, 
 Till error and doubt bring the night of old age, 
 
 Fair certainty s day to deface. 
 So round, &c. 
 
 The novice goes forward in fearch of a friend, 
 
 To fliare both his heart and his pelf, 
 Till humbled and tired with his toil without end, 
 
 He at laft makes a friend of himfelf : 
 One who fairnefs profeffed, picked his pocket at play, 
 
 One deceived him, and laughed in his face, 
 One he fhewrd to his miftrcfs, foon flole her away, 
 
 One was inedii and another was bafe. 
 
 So round, c. 
 Thus men mifs the fubflance, and g r afp at the name, 
 
 Thus proj;-.ifl-T.s find midnight at noon, 
 Thus heroes chnie bubble?, and fancy them fame, 
 
 And thus children crv for the moon. 
 Thofe are pleafures alone that lead reafon : s f ir train r 
 
 The reft bring but fhame and difgrace, 
 And though you may ftart thema^.u n and again, 
 
 Vexed and tired you ii give over the chafe. 
 So round., &c.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 BALLAD - IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 TWAS one day at Wapping Im dangers o crliauling, 
 
 Jack Junk cotk d his jemmy and broach d a full can, 
 While a pcjffee of neighbours of each different calling, 
 
 .Cried only but hear what a marvellous man : 
 Avaft, cried out Jack, what s there marvellous in it ? 
 When his time s cwne the flouteft of hearts i;,ufi: comply. 
 
 Why now you matter tallow chandler, hy way of throwing 
 a little light on the fubj~rt, don t you think tis better tobc 
 extinguifhed when one s fihtmgin defence of one s country, 
 than to ftay at home lingering and go out like the fnuff of a 
 candle ? 
 
 Then like men do your duty, we have all our minute, 
 And at (Va or afhore we (hall live till we die, 
 llurraw, hurraw, hurraw boys let s live til! we die. 
 Why now you mafter Plumber, that marvels at biilcnvs, 
 
 I lliall founder at fca, and you ll die in your bed ; 
 What of that ? fome have fods, and fome waves for their 
 pillows, 
 
 And its likily enough we may both die of !rad : 
 And as for the odds, ail the difference that s Ji> it, 
 1 flial! pop off at once, and you , I lingering lie 
 
 Why fmi C my crooked timbers, who knows but maflcr 
 Snip, there, may (lip his cab.e and break hisbackv/itb 
 taking the ninth part of a fall off the fhopboard into his 
 own hell. *^ 
 
 Then like men, &c. 
 As for you mafter Bricklayer to make out your calling, 
 
 A little like mine e n t a matter that s hard, 
 Pray mayn t you from a ladder or fcuff j.cl bt falling, 
 
 As eal y as I Irom a rattling or yard : 
 The n for you its commilfion a lile may bring in it, 
 As foon as a Ihot or a fplinter for I. 
 
 As for mailer DoAor, the Undertaker, and Sexton, they 
 don t want no wipe from me, they lends too many folk* 
 contented to their long ho lie, not to kuow h ow to go there 
 couteutedly themfclv, 
 
 Then like men, &c. 
 
 And when Captain Death comci the reckoning to fettle, 
 You may clear fliip for adtioa a* much as you like, 
 T
 
 254 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And behave li ke a man, but he as fuch weight of metal 
 
 At the very firft broadfide the braveA muu 1 ftrike. 
 .And when you have faid al) you can what s there in it 
 Who tofcud gainft a itorin but a lubber would try. 
 
 For as to qualms of confcience, cheating cuflomers be 
 traying friends, and fuch like, being a let of honcft trades 
 men, I dare fay you are perfectly eafy about thefe fort cf 
 things. 
 
 Then like men, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 
 IN one thou d st find variety, 
 
 Cried Dick, would ft: thou on wedlock fix ? 
 1 rather fhould expect, cry d I, 
 
 Variety in five or fix ; 
 But never was thy counfel light, 
 
 I ll do t my friend fo faid, fo done, 
 I m noos d for life, and Dick was right, 
 
 I find variety in one. 
 Her tongue has more variety 
 
 Than mufic s fyflem can embrace ; 
 She modulates through every key, 
 
 Squeaks treble, and growls double bafei 
 Diviiions runs, and trills, and fhakes, 
 
 Enough the noify fpheres to flun ; 
 Thus, as liarfli difcord mufic makes, 
 
 I find variety in one. 
 Her drefs boafts fuch variety, 
 
 Such forms, materials, fafhions, huts, 
 Each animal muft plundtr d be, 
 
 From Ruffian bears to cockatoos. 
 Kosv tis a feather, now a zone, 
 
 Now flic s a gipfyi now a nun, 
 To change like the camelon prone, 
 
 Eu t this variety in one ? 
 In wedlock s wide variety, 
 
 Thought, word, and deed, we both concur, 
 If file s a thunder florm to me, 
 
 So I m an April clay to her : 
 Devil, and Angel, black, and white, 
 
 Thus as we Hymen s gauntlet run,
 
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 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 255 
 
 And kifs, and fcold, and love, and fi^ht, 
 Each finds variety in one. 
 
 Then cherifh love s variety, 
 
 In i pite of every fneering c!f. 
 We re nature s children, and cn i fhe, 
 
 In change, variety iti tlf ? 
 Her clouds, and florins are willed by fate, 
 
 MV.re bright to fhow her radian! fun ; 
 Mail then blelt wedlock in whole /Utc, 
 
 Men rind variety in one. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 IF you ll only iuft promife you ll none of you laugh, 
 
 I d be after explaining the French Telegraph ; 
 
 A machine that s endow J with i uch wonderful now r, 
 
 It writes, reads, and fends news fifty miles in an hour : 
 
 Then there s watch words, a fpy glafs, an index or hand. 
 
 And many things more none of us underftand ; 
 
 But which, like the nofe on your face, will be clear, 
 
 When we have, as ufual, improv d on them here. 
 
 Oh ! the dabblers in lotteries will grow rich as Jews, 
 
 .Steap of flying of pigeons, to bring them the news, 
 
 They ll a Te cgraph placf , upon Old Cruond Quay, 
 
 Fat another bor.rd fliip, in the tr.idft of the fea : 
 
 And fo on to town each to tell through the rank, 
 
 The firfk thoufand pound prize was that morn drawn a 
 
 b .ank, 
 
 And thus if the air fhould but chance to be clear, 
 In two hours will the news of Dear Dublin fly here. 
 When the Newmarket fquad to the races go down, 
 By confederates, and Telegraphs, (rationed in town, 
 They ll get news long before the mail coaches conic in, 
 Plates, matches, and fweepftakcs, who iofe, and who win : 
 And how after acrofTing, and jois .ing, dead heat, 
 That Black Legs, and Rook were by Eelzebub beat, 
 Ah ! juft let hem alone by my foul there s no fear, 
 But the turf will improve on the Telegraph here. 
 Ah ! then what a fare guide will the Telegraph prove, 
 !"o promote their dcfigus who are dying for love, 
 If an old married lady ihou d court a young man,
 
 i$6 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 O^n t fhe make a fpy glafs with the fiirks of her fan ? 
 
 Then fuppofe an appointment, the hour to be two, 
 
 Can t the index point thus and the watch word be boo ? 
 
 ^arc tliiin t I tell you I d make it appear, 
 
 i wiii be mighty convenient improved upon here. 
 
 Adieu penny ports, mails, and coaches adieu, 
 
 Yur occupation is gone, tic- all over \vid you, 
 
 ! !i your place Tc tgraphs, on our houfes we ll ufc, 
 
 To tcli tiine, conduit light ning, dry fhirts, and fend news : 
 
 Thus \vhiie fignals, and flag?, dream on top of cachflrtet, 
 
 The town, to a i, r : , vill appear a giant fkct, 
 
 -And fi nee England s grand Seer, to the French convey Icar, 
 
 Sure fliar.t we improve on their Telegraph heie. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 WEEN I fi:-fl went to fchool it was al my delight, 
 To con fon. cihing or other from morning tonight ; 
 I .vould never coi.form, nor confefs, nor confent, 
 And fiowtvtr conjured, I never was content : 
 Eut fo wtil I d conf ufc, and conce.il and contrive, 
 /vnd couiV.ire, and concert, and controul, and connive, 
 /iii ! confute and contel!, and confound, and fo on, 
 !Nw hoy in the fchool was fo pat at a con. 
 Scarcely did I emancipate, manner* to knew, 
 But a flrangc predilection I cherifhed for pro ; 
 I proceeded with care.vvou d propofc, and proteft, 
 /Xi c promoting but little, a great deal profelTed. 
 Trocurcd rich coiineclions, o d friends to provoke, 
 Wiiu a titter provided, prolonged my lord s joke, 
 And pronounced each man s friend, and producing no foe, 
 kit itt e con, and ftuck tightly to pro. 
 tmi well with the world, my next thought after this, 
 \Vas to yield to the ton, and to keen a line mifs, 
 B>: he-re I mifcarried, was after mifled, 
 T. i.i,!ntcl:i-d,and mitlaken, and every wayfpcd : 
 conduct mifgave me, and full of milltrutt, 
 J fet my mifs down where I took her up firfr, 
 CJ,;ul I d met with no rnifhap, nor worfe milchicf than th : =.. 
 Ami idolved inv next froiick iLou d not be aruifs.
 
 - DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 257 
 
 Still playing on wordi, and refolved to get rich, 
 I learnt there were hows but then how to find which, 
 Fortunes were to be n.ibbed, I find out now and then, 
 A lJ knew ibmething of where, but I cou d not tell when 
 Scarce an if had formed hope, when a but produced fear, 
 Then in fearching out there, I foon loft myfelf here, 
 Till betwixt and between, this and that, fomehow, T, 
 In fearch of the wherefore, loft fight of the why. 
 Thus ringing the changes on life s wordy war, 
 
 i I found its fheet anchor exirted in for ; 
 
 * And, by prudence forwarncd, folly s joys to forbear, 
 Soon did all nonfenfe forfake, and forfwear ; 
 For the world, for fociety, deftined to live, 
 When by any one wronged I forget and forgive, 
 Keep my fortune in petto for honourable ends, 
 Juft enough for myfeif, and the reft for my friends. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 TELL me not of men s follies, their whims and caprices, 
 That the fum of their vices each moment cncreafes, 
 That like montters of prey every friend his friend fleeces, 
 Still Oriving to cheat, to cajole and trapan : 
 If nature i.mva .ted the pallions that rule us, 
 If cuiiom her thadow deludes us and fool us, 
 Acquitted by candour where rigour would fchool us, 
 Lay the blame on the manners and not on the man. 
 Should a beauty involved in the vortex of pleafure, 
 Where of blifs flimfy falhion fupplics the gay meafurc, 
 Yield fome villain accomplished her virtue s fole trcafure, 
 And hi that abyfs plunge that na ray of hope cheers : 
 While you grieve that fnnplicity s charms were denied her, 
 Th it of innocence little flie e er had to guide her, 
 Though fali n ne er to rife, do not icorn, nor deride her, 
 But, forgetting her errors, ah! pity hsr tears. 
 S! ould a youth, for an opulent ftation intended, 
 On whom lavifh parents large fums have expended, 
 Stead of virtues and talents diftinguiflied and fpleudM, 
 Confirm vice at college imbibed when at ichool; 
 Low his win-!, with in> firmnei s, no difcrttnmation, 
 1 rcm Plena s fount Head of making libation, 
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 1, IBDIN S SELECTED SONG9. 
 
 Sho iicl he roll down tlic torrent of wilddiffipation, 
 
 !n his loi s to focieiy pity the fool. 
 
 Tbefc, thcfe, as I look through the world, are mv feelingi 
 
 f -T, duii \vith rrunkiud on a par with their dealings, 
 
 I . t HI Decided, ai.d accufer, the eternal appealing*., 
 
 S..on JLiltice would wreck oa chicanery s fhelf : 
 
 Then hypocrites pity, the faint hides a linner, 
 
 Of the poet buy nonienfe, the man wants, a dinner, 
 
 Thus, lofc whoe er may, flill fhall you be a winner, 
 
 For in pitying others you honour yourfelf. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 TOM TRUELOVE woo d the feweettft fair, 
 
 That e er to tar was kind, 
 Her face was of a beauty rare, 
 
 More beautiful her mind ; 
 His meilmates heard, while wMi delight, 
 
 He named her for his bride, 
 A fail appeared, ah fata! fight ! 
 
 For grief his love had died; 
 iiuft I, cried he., thole charms refign, 
 
 I loved fo dear, fo weli ? 
 Would they had tolled inflead of thine, 
 
 Tom Truelovc s knell. 
 
 Break heart at once and there s an end, 
 
 Thou all that heaven could give! 
 Ei: .. hold, I have a noble friend, 
 
 Yet. yet for him t il live: 
 Fortune, who all her baleful fpight, 
 
 Kot yet on Tom had tried, 
 Sent news, one rough, tcmpeftuous eight, 
 
 That his dear friend had died : 
 And thou too ! mull thee refign, 
 
 Who honour loved fo well ? 
 Would they had tclled inflead of thine, 
 
 Tom Truelove s knell. 
 
 Enough, enough, a fait fea wave, 
 
 A healing bahr. fiiail bring; 
 A failor you cried : i.e, and brave ? 
 
 Live fl iil to fen e ycur king!
 
 niBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 259 
 
 Tlie moment come?, behold the foe; 
 
 Thanks generous friend, he fried, 
 The lee ond broadlidc laid him low, 
 
 He named his iove and died : 
 The tale, in mournful accents fung, 
 
 His Iricnds fttll furrowing ttll, 
 How fad, and folemn, three times rui.g, 
 
 loin Truelove s knell. 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 I VE thought and I ve faid it fin I were a boy, 
 
 That what folks get at ea y they never cnpy ; 
 
 Why I was the fame, at what s homely I d feoff, 
 
 But how fine if it corned a good many miles off: 
 
 So big with this fancy, though but a poor clown, 
 
 I hied me away for to fee the great town, 
 
 Where they pufh d me, and throng d me a l as one. is a fair, 
 
 Then they,d titter, and fnigger, and laugh, then I d flare. 
 
 Why bum kin did lt e er fee iuch Sn ry as this, 
 
 In your place, cried a monkey in trowfcrs, why res ! 
 
 You d yeur joke mafter coxcomb, and now I ll have mine, 
 
 I ve ieen peacocks and gold finches ten times as fiue : 
 
 So I left mafter whiffle, and whittled aljng, 
 
 Then humm d to myfcli the fag end of a long; 
 
 The good that we wifh for mayn t match what we ve got, 
 
 Their minds are their kingdom, who re pleaitd with their lot, 
 
 And to whatever place difcontcnted folks roair, 
 
 At laft they ll be forced to fay this of their home, 
 
 Our friends are as true, and our wives are as comely, 
 
 And damn it home s home, be it ever fo homely. 
 
 So fince for ftrange fights, I to town took my range, 
 
 Faith I zeed fights in plenty, and all of them flrange) 
 
 I zecd folks roll in riches, who pleafure ne er knew, 
 
 1 zecd honeft poverty rich as a Jew ; 
 
 Time and oft dreffed lamb fafhon I zeed an old ewe, 
 
 I zeed madam s monkey as fmart as her beau, 
 
 1 i:ecd beauty, and virtue, that never knew ihr.me, 
 
 And I zted vice careflcd under moaefly o name, 
 
 I zeed a line head drefs, worth more than the head, 
 
 1 zted folks with their brains out before they were dead.
 
 260 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 I zeed rogues of their knavery making their brags, 
 
 And I reed fools in coaches, and merit in rags; 
 
 And dill through the crowd as I \vhiltlcd along, 
 
 I hummed to myfclf the lag end of a fong, 
 
 The good that we wifh for mayn t match what we ve got, 
 
 Their minds are their kingdom, who re pleafed with their lot 
 
 And to whatever place difcontentcd folks roam, 
 
 At laft they ll be forced to fay this of their home, 
 
 Our friends are as true, and our wives are as comely, 
 
 And damn it, home s home, be it ever fo homely. 
 
 But what zickened me moft was, one day in the Park, 
 As the guns were all firing, a queer looking fpark, 
 Cried, what nonfenfe and fluff with their fufs and parade ; 
 Stuff and nonfenfc, faid I, Oh ! what that that you laid ? 
 Why they fire for a viiftory, and you have your choice 
 To go home or with all hcneft fubjeds rejoice ; 
 Mighty well, cried my fpark, but a word in your car, 
 The affairs of the nation are curfedly queer ; 
 Nay tis true, we re done up, twill be feen by and by, 
 How much did they give you to catch me, faid I, 
 The country s a good one, all good men perceive it, 
 And they that don t like it, why dama t let em leave it ; 
 So I left my queer, fpark and went whittling along, 
 Then I hummed to myfelf, the fag end of a fong, 
 The good that we vvifli for mayn t match what we ve got, 
 Their minds are their kingdom, who re pleafed with their lot : 
 And to whatever place difcontented folks roam, 
 At laft they ll be forced to fay this of their home, 
 Our friends are as true, and our wives are as comely, 
 And danjn it, home s home, be it ever fo homely. 
 
 BALLAD - IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 KOW you fhall fee what you fliall fee, 
 
 Lady, gemmen come, 
 One very great curiofity, 
 
 What makes to fpeak de dumb ; 
 Vat green, and red, and brown, and blue, 
 
 And black, and white can paint, 
 Yat make Je\v Chri/tian, Chriftian Jew, 
 Hake good come out of evil, 
 Vat make a devil of a faint, and of a faint a devil,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 261 
 
 " Peq> troo dat little ho e, Sir Vat you fee there ? Eh," 
 What do you fay, matter Shewman, it \viil make biack 
 white :? The devil s in it if it won t! Why it is a large 
 .jnirfe of money ! 
 
 Now yen fhall fee, vat you fee, fine ting before you O, 
 Come gentleman and lady fee my Raree Show, 
 
 Now you (lull fee, var you fhatl fee, 
 
 Pkafe to look in there, 
 One very great curiofitv, 
 
 Vat make (he people dare ; 
 One terrible, one liiocking, ting 
 
 hi h rror dat abound ; 
 Before yi/ur face I go to bring 
 
 One horrible production, 
 Look (jiiick and you fhall be furround 
 Vid death, And vid dcftruClion. 
 
 " Vele fanr vat yon fee now? Eh!" Ah! mafler Shew- 
 man, you be a wag Jeath and definition with the devil 
 too l ! Why it be a Pothecary s fliou. 
 
 Now yon iliail feej &c. 
 
 Now yon fhall fee vat you {hail fee, 
 P eafe to put your eye? ; 
 One very great curiolr y, 
 Vat give you ^rcat furprize ; 
 More {hocking as the toder iight, 
 
 You never have fee furh, 
 Come look, make hade, dou t you be flight, 
 
 You thai! fee one place fyacious, 
 All till tip vid gre. t many much, 
 
 Strange animal voracious. 
 
 " Why, mafler Shewman, this-he a cater joke than the 
 tothcr I \vifh I may die if it beii t the ly.ird Mayor and 
 Aldermen at dinner!" 
 
 Now you fhall fee, &c. 
 
 Now you lliall fee vat yon fliall fee, 
 
 Pleal e to look once more, 
 Vat give you more delight and glee, 
 
 As all yon fee before; 
 Great pltafure and great blifs vat give 
 
 To all the Engliteh race, 
 Vat make them all fo happy live, 
 
 Vat blcfling can impart, 
 Vat make the fmile in .ill the face. 
 
 The joy in all the htrrt.
 
 262 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 " Ah ! mafter Showman, you did never fay a truer thing 
 in your life Why, Lord love him, tis the King s Majefty." 
 Now you fhall fee, &c. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 I NEVER fhall furvive it, cried Lumkin in dcfpair, 
 ShtS gone and I fhall ever wail and cry, 
 
 I ve loft my charming C.-elia, the faired of the fair : 
 Will no owe comfoit feud me, 
 Why then theft hands fliall end me, 
 Hung by bis garter on that tree I ll die ; 
 
 Lpt none my fame be mangling, 
 While dangling, dangling, d.mgling, 
 
 On yon tree I die. 
 Young Kitty of the cottage, and, Jenny of the mill, 
 
 And bonny Suke, and i prighrly Peggy Sly, 
 And Fan and Nan, and Poll and Doll, I know will try their 
 Mil, 
 
 Tricked out in all their beauty, 
 To lure me from my duty : 
 But I can tell them they arc deceived I ll die ! 
 Thefe girls will all be angling : 
 1 wont do for dangling, dangling, 
 
 All for love I ll dte. 
 I own that Kitty s eye brows fomc trait of C.tlia s bear, 
 
 Suke has her nofc, and Peg her fparkling eye ; 
 Both Fan and Nan, her dimples, and Poll and Doll her Irair ; 
 But thefe {hall all be flighted, 
 For Cslia s charms united, 
 Not all her fex combined can boaft I ll die ! 
 Then let them all lie wrangling, 
 And pulling cap* for dangling, 
 
 They fliall fee me die. 
 And yet on recollection, Young Daelia formed to pleafe, 
 
 Her dimples has, her hair, and fparkling c.yc ; 
 Nay, Dx ia is like Cx ia as ever were two peas, 
 Has a 1 thofe charms that won me, 
 Would flie take pity on me ! 
 But lord fhc d never think of me I ll die ! 
 While hopes and fears are jangling, 
 I ll dangling, dangling, dandling, 
 All for Caslia die.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 263 
 
 Twixt hanging, and twixt marriage, ftill doubtful which to 
 
 chufe, 
 
 As Lumkin paufed, came Daelia tripping by, 
 Ads wounds, cried he, would ft thou confent, I d tye the 
 other noofe, 
 
 She finiles good bye poor Caslia, 
 I go to marry Daslia, 
 Not in a halter, but in her arms to die; 
 Better in wedlock wrangling, 
 Than dangling, dangling, dangling, 
 On a tree to die. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL or THE WHIST. 
 
 ON Olympus blue fummit as loud vacant mirth, 
 
 Shook, with laughter the (ides of the gods, 
 Were not nectar, cried Bacchus, forbid fons of earth; 
 
 Twere rare fport to celeftialize clods : 
 Say, fhall they a nectar polTcis of their own, 
 
 That like ours with delight fhall be rife ? 
 I ve hit it, let Punch, by my fiat, be known, 
 
 A liquor the Symbol of Life. 
 Of the elements four, that the univerfe fway, 
 
 Our nectar relefHal we make, 
 So punch, that henceforward fhall moiften man s clay, 
 
 Of the pafhYns of man flial! partake : 
 The fwcets that from godlike benevolence flow*, 
 
 Shall correct the fliarp acid of ftrife, 
 While the fpirit of rage temperance mean fhall compofc, 
 
 So fliall punch be the Symbol of Life. 
 
 Punch fha!l be the firft fiddle in life s motley band, 
 
 That, untuned, fcrapes harfli difcords and hoarfe. 
 But when fcrewed to its pitch by a maflerly hand, 
 
 Shall mofl excellent mufic difcourfe: 
 Punch, unmade, will a chaos misfhapen difclofe, 
 
 Rude atom with atom at ftrife, 
 But, which tempered, to beauty and fymetry grows, 
 
 Thus, is Punch, the true Synvbol of Lite. 
 When in fioth, life s xvarm water, mankind are immcrfcd, 
 
 And f \vret luxury s fought from afar, 
 Rajje, and four heart burnings, by indolence nurfed, 
 
 i !.\ze in all the dread fury of war :
 
 264 DIBDIM S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But when temperate reflection takes rule in the mind, 
 
 Cruel w.ir is difarmed of his knife, 
 And die bleffings of peace fhed their balm on mankind; 
 
 And thus Punch i the Symbol of Life. 
 As pleafure on pieafure in wedlock you meer, 
 
 If, thoughtkf , you furfeit and fcc d, 
 Su Scn, four difcontent fh, 1 corrode every fweet, 
 
 And iuke warm indifference fucceed : 
 But when wedlock s ingredients, in mean true and even, 
 
 Are blended in huttiand and wife; 
 Such a pair, fo well mated, on earth find a heaven, 
 
 And thus Punch is the Symbol of Life, 
 Thus in all their concern:-, fhall tin s hquor divine, 
 
 Some mora; infraction impart, 
 That the medium i>f truth may correct and rtfine, 
 
 Each crude feeling (hat fprirgs from the heart : 
 Be your livess then nor maukith, ftrong,four nor yet fweet, 
 
 But a mixture of all, to fhun friife ; 
 So menV joys fhall be next to celeflials complete, 
 
 So fliail i URch be the Symbol of Life. 
 
 BALLAD - IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 TWAS a hundred ye <rs- ago, 
 
 Or therc-about, I believe, 
 
 Liv d a wife you muft know, 
 
 As I quickly fha!l fhcw, 
 
 A true bred daughter o: Ev-e : 
 
 For this wife, though fpoufe, was civil, 
 
 For fo the Itory rai., 
 
 Was tempted to evil, 
 
 But not by the devil, 
 
 But a devi ifh ha:idfonie young man. 
 
 This young man was an officer gay, 
 With a mieufo milit.iire, 
 An enlign ..n hal-pay, 
 Though no co lone , fome fay, 
 Had i fierce, and fo noble an air : 
 Mow the liufbrtnd had bin one eye, 
 And for tins his crafty bride, 
 
 

 
 SELECTED SONGS. 265 
 
 Cliofe him out by the bye, 
 
 Half her faults to efpy, 
 
 And to catch him upon the blind fide. 
 
 The hufoand was gone from home, 
 
 She tricked out fmart and neat, 
 
 Now the officer s come, 
 
 Cupid braces his drum, 
 
 And a parley is prefently beat : 
 
 When Betty, who clofely watched, 
 
 Cried out, as fhe come unawares, 
 
 If a lie can t be hatched, 
 
 We are all of us catchecl, 
 
 For my matter s a coming up flair.*. 
 
 Cr ed the wife, I have hit on it fure; 
 
 * Come, come, tis no time to flinch ! 
 
 * We re from danger fccure, 
 Get behind the door, 
 
 Wit never left wife at a pinch : 
 Then the hufbaod came in fight : 
 Cried fhe in a cctmterfeit fcream, 
 
 * What joy and delight, 
 
 Docs your prelence excite, 
 
 c Dear Hufbaud I dreamt a dream. 
 
 A dream fo extraordinary and r*rc, 
 
 Pray heaven it prove not a lie, 
 
 1 dreamt in that chair, 
 
 1 Tis as true as you re there, 
 
 That fate had reftored your blind eye: 
 
 Cried he, " What a rout, and a pother :" 
 
 1 Nay, nay, at my hopes do not fcofF; 
 
 The blind eye s like it$ brother, 
 
 Let me cover tother,* 
 
 This doinf, the lover floJe off. 
 
 Her Mars fafe retreated, fhe cried, 
 Well love is the light wholly loft ? 
 " Yes wife yciir dream lied, 
 " Though till rloomiday you tried, 
 " I fliould yet fee no more than a port : * 
 Then, the devil take dreams I fay, 
 For I m more difappointed than yotj,. 
 Quoth the hufband.nay, nay, 
 When next I m away, 
 
 Let u hope all your dreams may come true, 
 Z
 
 266 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
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 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 WHILE mufic lends its heavenly art, 
 
 And banners are unfurled, 
 Hail, hail, the nrft commercial mart, 
 
 Throughout the peopled world : 
 See its chief magiftrates to grace 
 
 London in pomp and fliow, 
 The fource of its great riches trace, 
 
 To all the winds that blow : 
 The companies to r :!ver Thames, 
 
 Move on in flow parade, 
 Each bearing as its banner names, 
 
 A pageant of its trade : 
 Then while fweet niufic lends its art, 
 
 And -banners are unfurled, 
 Mail, hail the firft commercial mart, 
 
 Throughout the peopled world. 
 Firft, minftrelfy and loud acclaim, 
 
 That fweet muficians bring, 
 Muficians of fair London s fame, 
 
 Still emulous to ling : 
 And, hark! the armourers cleave the wind, 
 
 By one in armour led, 
 While memory tells the patriot mind, 
 
 At Agincourt who bled : 
 Then, while fweet mufic lends its art, 
 
 .And banners are unfurled., 
 Hail, hail the firft commercial mart, 
 
 Throughout the peopled world. 
 Nor let the fhipwrights by us flip. 
 
 In high commercial fcme 
 Pirft in the rank, for from a fbip 
 
 Fair Louden took its name : 
 J\ T on- v. liilc the croud each trade furrouuds, 
 
 That joy aiwl life fupplies, 
 
 ; where the maffy anvil founds, 
 
 Sv..: ! where the fhuttle flies : 
 Then, while fweet mufic lends its art, 
 
 And banners are unfurled, 
 Hail, hail the firft commercial mart, 
 
 Throughout the peopled world. 
 
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 IMBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Thefe fit with att the even joint, 
 
 Thole drefs the fupple fkin, 
 Others th induftrious needle point, 
 
 Or decorative pin: 
 Some flag of Blaze and drcfs the woo!, 
 
 Some ihape the wheels of time, 
 The ever lengthening wire fomc pull, 
 
 Some teach the bells to chime : 
 Then, while fweet mufic lends its arf, 
 
 And banners are unfurled, 
 Hail, hail the firlt commercial mart, 
 
 Throughout the peopled world. 
 Thofe, friendfliiy s emblem, bring the fquare< 
 
 Thefe bear the gordian ring, 
 And now, while trumpets rend the air, 
 
 And fweet muficians fing, 
 Hafte to the feaft where while the bxnd, 
 
 The focial hour prolong, 
 The loyal toafl from plenty s hand, 
 
 Relieves the loya! fong: 
 Then, while fiveet mufic lends its art. 
 
 And banners are unfurled, 
 Hail, hail the firft commercial malt, 
 
 Throughout the peopled world. 
 Laft at the ball-room fee the lair. 
 
 Each fair a Britifh toad, 
 Lovely in charms, in virtue rare, 
 
 Bleft England s pride and boaft . 
 But did I to my theme give way, 
 
 By fancy led along, 
 Soon were the poet s teeming !ty, 
 
 A hiftory, not a fbng : 
 Yet while fwtet muiic lend* its art, 
 
 And banners are unfurled, 
 Hail, hail the firft commercial mart, 
 
 Throughout the peopled world, 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP, 
 
 IF lubberly landfmen to gratitude flrangers, 
 
 Sriil curfe their unfortunate liars, 
 Why what would they fay, did they try but the <]an<?ar<t 
 
 Encountered by true hearted tar? :
 
 268 KJBDIN S SELECTED SONG*. 
 
 If life s vc-fiei they put fore the wiml, or they tack her, 
 
 Or whether bound here, or there, 
 Give em fca roora good fellowfhip, grog and tobaoker, 
 
 Weil then damme if Jack cares where. 
 Then your ftupid Old Q^iid Nuncs to hear them all clatter, 
 
 The devil can t tell you what for, 
 Though they don t know a gun from a marlinfpike, chatter 
 
 About and concerning of war : 
 
 While for King, wife, and friend, he s threugh every thir.g 
 rubbing, 
 
 With duty ftill proud to comply, 
 So he give? but the fof s of Old England a drubbing, 
 
 Why then, damme, if Jack cares why. 
 And then when good fortune has crowned his endeavours, 
 
 And he comes home with fhiners galore, 
 Well what if fo be he fliould lavilli his favour?, 
 
 On every poor objedl long-fliore : 
 Since money s the needle that puin .s to good nature, 
 
 Friend, enemy, falfe or true, 
 So it goes to relieve a diftrefled fellow creature, 
 
 Well then, damme, if Jack cares who. 
 Don t you fee how fome different thing ev ry one s twigging* 
 
 To take the command of a rib, 
 Some are all for the bread-work, and fome for the rigging 
 
 And fome for the cut of her jib, 
 Though poor, fome will take her in tow to defend her, 
 
 And again, fome are ail for the rich; 
 A to I, !o lilt s young, her heart honed and tender, 
 
 Why then, damme, it J^ck cares which. 
 Why now if they go for to talk about living, 
 
 My eves why a little will fervr, 
 Let each a fma 1 part of his pittance be giving, 
 
 And who in this nation can ftarve ? 
 Content .- all the thing rough or calm be the weAther, 
 
 T he wind on the beam or the bow, 
 So, hoiuftly, he can fplire both ciicK together, 
 
 Why then, damme if Jack cares how. 
 
 And then for a bring up d ye fee, about dyin 
 
 On which fueh a racket they keep, 
 What argufies if ia a church yard you r lying, 
 
 Or find out your grave in the deep : 
 Of one thing we re certain, whatever our calling, 
 J5cath wiU bri/ig us all up ar.d what then ?
 
 SELECTED SONGS. 269 
 
 So his confcieuce s tackle will bear overhauling, 
 Why then, danun:, it Jack cares when. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 )S T my country you d know ? I m an an Irifhman born,. 
 
 And they chrittened me Paddy O Blarney, 
 In haymaking time I ftept over one morn, 
 
 All the way from the Lakes of Kilarney : 
 
 Turn d my hand to juft whatever came in my way, 
 
 To be fure while the fun fhin d I did not make hay. 
 
 Well then you know the w ives and daughters of thf 
 farmers won t wtH they won t 
 Hare plenty cf caufc to remember the day,. 
 When firft they faw Paddy O Blarney. 
 Then what docs I do the next calling I feeks, 
 
 Ah ! the v.orld for the Lakes of Kilarney, 
 I cries mackeral alive that were caught for three weeks, 
 
 Ah ! let alone Paddy O Blarney, 
 
 Then frefli gathered ftra wherries, i o found and fo fweef, 
 With juft half a dozen a top fit to eat 
 
 * Ah ! madam, you need not examine them blefs your tw^ 
 jood looking eyes, they are full to the bottom, paper and all. r 
 Well, I ll trail to you I dare fay you won t cheat me." 
 So 1 coaxes her up, and herfelf makes her cheat, 
 Ah ! fait let alone Paddy O Blarney. 
 
 Next I turned to a chairman, and got a good jobj 
 
 Ah ! the world fur the Lakes of Kilarney, 
 1 harangued at a famous election the mob., 
 
 Ah ! let alone Paddy O Blarney. 
 Then to fee how his honour and I did cajole, 
 )Je knock d down his flats with words, and I mine with my 
 pole 
 
 Then you know whe n they came to chair him, I was ne 
 longer, you fee, an odd man, there was a pair of chairmen. 
 And fure fuch a pair was ne er feen, by my foul, 
 As his honour and Paddy O Blarney. 
 JBut this notion cf greatncfs xvas none of the worfr, 
 
 Oh ! the world for the Lakes of Kilarney, 
 Having played fecond fiddle, ! thought I d play firfi? 
 
 Can t ye let alone Paddy O l]i,;i i;e-v , 
 
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 2~/0 i)iii!31i<i S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 So, fv.-oat!:)?, to plunder, and never to fquer.k, 
 I my qualification took out and turned greek 
 
 Ah : to he fure we did not make a pretty dovehoufe of our 
 Pharoah Ba;k Let r,v ice, we pigeoned, aye fait and 
 plucked them completely too 
 F iuf tr.tdcfTien, and fix banker s clerks in one week, 
 Will you let alone Paddy O Blarncy. 
 A big man in a ! l circles fo gay and polite, 
 
 .Ah ! the world for the Lakes of Kilarney, 
 I f /unJ one who larnt grown up jolman to write, 
 
 Jnft to fiuiih gay Paddy O Blarney : 
 I fiift larnt my name, till fo fond of it grown, 
 I d dun t fay I dbet:er have let it alone 
 
 B-.it by my foul and conference it had like to have finiflicd 
 *ie in good earneft, for you fee, I juft wrote 
 Ano hcr jolman s fign^.ture fLad of my own, 
 What a devil of a Paddy O Blarney. 
 
 But fince fate did not chufe for to noofe me that day, 
 
 Ah ! the world for the Lakes of Kilarney, 
 With a Venus ef ninety I next ran away, 
 
 What a fine dafhing Paddy O i;laruey. 
 So marriage turned out the beft noofe of the two, 
 I he old foul s gone to heaven I m as rich as a Jew 
 
 So that if any jolman lias an occaGon for a friend, or a 
 lady for a lover, or, in fliort, if any body ihould \\ifh to be 
 disencumbered of the uneafinefs of a wife, or a daughter, or 
 a purfe, or any Inch kind and civil fervice that can be per 
 formed 
 
 By a gentleman at large that has nothing to do, 
 let me recommend Paddy O Blarney. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP, 
 
 TWAS port meridian, half paft four, 
 
 By fignal 1 from Nancy parted, 
 At fix flie lingered on the fhore, 
 
 With uplift hands and broken hearted, 
 At fev n, while taughtening the foreftay, 
 
 I faw her faint, or elfe twas fancy, 
 At eight we all g< t under weigh, 
 
 And bid A IUB^ adieu to Nancy.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 27! 
 
 Night came, and now eight hells had rung, 
 
 While care efs failors, ever cheary, 
 On the mid watch fo jovial fung, 
 
 With tempers labour cannot weary : 
 It little to their mirth inclined, 
 
 While tender thoughts rufhcd on my fancy, 
 And my warm fighs incrcafed the wind, 
 
 Looked on the moon, and thought of Nancy,. 
 And now arrived that jovial night, 
 
 When every true bred tar caroufes, 
 When, o er the grog,al hands delight 
 
 To toaft their fwtethearts and their fpoufes : 
 Round went the can, the jcft, ti-ie glee, 
 
 While tender wiihes filled each fancy, 
 And when, in turn, it came to me, 
 
 I heaved a l~)gh, and toafted Nancy. 
 Next morn a ftorm came on at four, 
 
 At fix, the elements in motion, 
 Plunged me and three poor failors more, 
 
 Headlong within the foaming ocean : 
 Poor wretches ! they foon found their graves, 
 
 For me, it may he only fancy, 
 But lovefecmed to forbid the waves, 
 
 To fnatch me from the arms of Nancy. 
 
 Scarce the foul hurricane was cleared, 
 
 Scarce wine s and waves had ceafed to rattle, 
 When a boldentiny appeared, 
 
 And, danutlelV, we prepared for battle t 
 And now, while fome loved friend, or wife, 
 
 Like lightning, rufhed on every fancy ; 
 To providence 1 trufhd life, 
 
 Put up a prayer, and thought of Nancy. 
 At laflr, twas in the month of May, 
 
 The crew, it being lovely weather, 
 At three A. M difcovertd day, 
 
 And Kngland s chalky cliffs together: 
 At feven up channel how \ve bore, 
 
 While hopes and fears rufhed on my fancy, 
 At twelve I gay v jumped afhorc, 
 
 And to r.iy throbbing heart nrcfled Nancy,
 
 72- UiBDIN S SELECTED SONGS 
 
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 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE 
 
 LIFE S as like as can be to an Irifh Wake, 
 Where their tapeis they light, 
 And they fit up all night, 
 
 Wid their why would you leave your poor Paddy to moan,. 
 Arrah how could you be fuch a cake ? 
 Mufha what will I do, 
 Lilly, HI! y.lilty, la loo, 
 Oh hone ! 
 
 Fait we re left all together alone : 
 But when the grief the liquor puts out, the fun is all chang a. 
 
 in a crack ; 
 
 Away like fmoke goes the whifkey about, 
 And they foot it, crofs over, and back to back, 
 
 With their tiptelery, whack, 
 Poor mils, bolted fafe wid a good lock and key, 
 Like Thifbe, may call 
 Through the hole in the wall, 
 How hard s my misfortune, I m left here to moan,. 
 Will no one take pity on me ? 
 Mufha, what will I do. 
 Lilly, lilly,. lilly, la loo, 
 Oh hone ! 
 
 I fliall after be lying alone. 
 But when the rope ladder affords her relic ,. 
 And flie turns on her mother her back ; 
 Mong her friends and relations, (he leaves ail her grief; 
 And away to Scotland they trip in a crack, 
 With their tiptelary whack. 
 
 The toper, next morning, low, fick, and in pain, 
 
 The glades all breaks. 
 
 Beats his head caufe it aches, 
 And wiflie* that wine may to poifon be grown^ 
 
 If e er he gets tipfe.y again : 
 
 With his what will I do, 
 
 Lilly, lilly, lilly, la loo, 
 
 Oh hone f 
 
 From this moment I ll drinking difown ; 
 But when, in a poffee, come Bacchus s troop^, 
 He changes his tone in a crack;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 273 
 
 They drink, and they fing, and they hollow, and whoop, 
 Till they don t know the colour of blue from black, 
 And its tiptelaty vvhnck. 
 
 And fo ti> through lilt, widows left in the nick, 
 
 Dying fvvains in difgracc, 
 
 Patriots turned out ofplr.ce, 
 Don t they, cuffing their fUrs, make a horrible moan, 
 
 Jufl like when the devil was lick? 
 
 Wid their what will I do, 
 
 Lilly, lilly, lilly, la loo, 
 
 Oli hone ! 
 
 Fait we re left all to grunt and to groan : 
 But when the widow gets married again, 
 
 When the lover is taken back, 
 When the patriot ciufted a place fhall obtain, 
 Away to the devil goes care in a crack, 
 
 And tis tiptelary whack. 
 
 BALLADIN WILL OF THE WISP.. 
 
 THE gloomy night ftaik d flow away, 
 The twilight fpoke the doubtful day, 
 When on a rock poor Peg rcc.ined, 
 Mad as the wave?, wild as the wind. 
 Give me my love, flic frantic fcream d, 
 1 faw his ghoft as by it glcam d, 
 I ll dive, 1 il fearch the briny gloom, 
 And fnatch him from his coral tomb r 
 Ah ! let me, fate, his relics 1 avt, 
 True lover* fhouid find out one grave, 
 
 And now the tcmpeft dims the fky, 
 
 How many ways poor Jailors- die ! 
 
 See, fee, the flapgering veflel fplits, 
 
 She s loft, liks Peg s poor Shipwrecked wits 
 
 Ko, twas in battle that he died; 
 
 \Vouid no power turn the ball afide ? 
 
 I faw it as it rent his heart, 
 
 I heard him cry and nuift we part? 
 
 For Peggy, ah ! thefe relics fave, 
 
 Trne lovers iliuukl find out oae gnve^
 
 274 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONCTS, 
 
 Whei e on the deep the cavern yawned, 
 
 Now as the purple morning dawned. 
 
 The furge, in breakers loud and hoarfe, 
 
 Her love caft up a lifelefg corfe : 
 
 She raves, flu (cream*, her hands flic wring*, 
 
 The fliock returning regfon brings, 
 
 Reaibn returns, alaa ! too lute, 
 
 She clafpg her lore and yields to fate : 
 
 Their mourning friends their relics favc, 
 
 And tlicfe true lover* find one grave. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 THE world flill judges by the mien, 
 
 For habit holds the yellow glafs, 
 And through that jaundiced medium feen, 
 
 Shall wifdom s felf for folly pafs. 
 ^Tis not beraufe you vapid fmart, 
 
 Strays, carelefsly, from reafon s rules, 
 That he hates reaion. has no heart, 
 
 Tis that he s one of fafhion s fools. 
 The toper, o er the bowl, his joke 
 
 Who vents againft his deareft friends, 
 Next morn would fain the bowl were broke, 
 
 And he d been dumb to make amends : 
 For honour wtll his heart can touch, 
 
 He well knows golden friendfhip s rules, 
 J*is fault is that he drinks too much, 
 
 And thus he s one of fafhiou s fools. 
 The Bouncer fvvears that brown is blue, 
 
 And moulds at wi:I dame nature s law, 
 And ti>lks of joys he never knew, 
 
 And fancier charms he never law : 
 Vis- not that he would fain renounce 
 
 Fair truth and all her facred rules, 
 But tis that its genteel to bounce, 
 
 And thus he s one of fafliion s fools. 
 11 merit pine away forgot, 
 
 If rake; at facred honour fneer, 
 if wedlock prove no gordian knot x 
 
 And lovers dread to be fcvere .
 
 S SELECTED SONGS. 275 
 
 Tis not that men fo much delight 
 
 To deviate from honour s rules, 
 But that its vulgar to be right, 
 
 And thus tiiey are all fafhion s fool*. 
 Say what conclufion s to be drawn ? 
 
 Are we to fancy, or to feel, 
 To live awake, or in a yawn, 
 
 To be confident or genteel" 
 Soon the elevilion may be made 
 
 Let s fquare our lives by reafon s rules, 
 So far be fafhion s modes obeyed, 
 
 But let us not be fafhien s fools. ^ 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP* 
 
 I M a cook for the public, can fuite every palate, 
 
 With fome favory bonne bouche, from the foup to the 
 
 fall ad, 
 
 .Are you partial to fifli ? I ve for dunces, cod s joles, 
 Carp, and crab?, for plain dealers, for topers good io^es r 
 I thought I d fome maids, but I made a miftake, 
 Tve a rich liquorifh old wife for any poor rake, 
 I ve a plaife for a courtier, for jokers I ve g. i^s, 
 I ve gudgeons for quacks, and I ve flounder.-, for leagues, 
 Coming, coming, you ll fee that I ve told yon no fable, 
 This way, if you pltafc gemmen, dinner s on the table. 
 I ve fome fine devilltd lawyers, fome finners difguifed, 
 Same patriots ftewed, and fome generals furprize l ; 
 Then, if cayenne you love, and would willi fomething nice, 
 Lord, I ll roaft you a a nabob, dear fir, in a trice, 
 Then for fops, who to make therms! ves fools take fuch 
 
 pains, 
 I ve a fine thick calf s head, with the tongue and the 
 
 brains ; 
 
 I ve mufhrooms for upflarts, for Welflimen I ve leeks, 
 Ducks and drakes for ftock jobbers, and pigeons far greeks : 
 Coming, coming, you ll fee that I ve told you no fable, 
 This way, if you pleafc gemmen, dinner s on the table. 
 And then the defert, 1 have all forts of cakes, 
 I ve illands of moonfliine, iu fylabub lakes, 
 I ve a% for ill nature, I ve raiGnsin gluts,
 
 276 DJBDIN S SELECTED SON-OS. 
 
 And rhen, for all thofe fond of fecret?, I ve nuts, 
 
 Such as through fafhion s maze pafs their lives in a dream, 
 
 May ikken on irifles, and ice, and \vhipt cream. 
 
 Vain cexcomhs on flummery may fcafl till they byrft, 
 
 Then I ve got for your true fnarling cri;ic a cruft : 
 
 Coming, coming, you ll fee that I hav :c,\d you no fable, 
 
 1 his way, if you pleafegemmen, di>M cr son table. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 YOU have heard of the man who fuch virtues po-Tefled, 
 
 That he wifhcd a glafs window were placed at his breaft- 
 
 To the world all his aiflions as pLiin to d fplay, 
 
 As the nofe in your fac,r, "r the fun at noon day. 
 
 So I put on my fpe5taclts, look mighty wife, 
 
 And read in a trice peoples hearts through their eyes; 
 
 While the catalogue, large, of their whims I run over, 
 
 Ami oi life s morly crew the deceptions difco.er, 
 
 Though my queftions are malapropos and uncouth, 
 
 I, in fight of their teeth, make their tongues to tell truth. 
 
 When a flirting coquette for frefli conquefh agog, 
 
 One who lovts and adores her treats worfe than a dog, 
 
 Gives him rivals flie hates, appears vex d when flic s glad, 
 
 For the dear harmlefc pleafuie of making him mad ; 
 
 I put on my fpcctacles, look mighty wife, 
 
 Read her \vhimfical heart through ier beautiful eyes, 
 
 As you hope to be married, ma a-.i:, quick anfwcr me, 
 
 Do you hate this man ! Lord what a creature, cries the, 
 
 Muft I then be fineere ! Well, I love the fweet youth, 
 
 As <iear as my life, (ir, and now you ve the tiuth. 
 
 To follow up next the coquette with the prude, 
 
 Who pretends every man that regards her is rude, 
 
 Who can t abicle flirts, rails at each amorous e f, 
 
 Who flirts never, exccpts in a corner, herfe f: 
 
 I put ou niv fpe&acles, look mighty wife, 
 
 Read her \v rm yielding heait through her cold frigid eye* ; 
 
 Are you this man hater, good ina arn, you pretend ? 
 
 " And p r ?.y who gave you leave to fchoo! me my coo4 
 
 friend ?" 
 
 " D ye expe > I fliali own that I ve yet a coVs tooth : 
 " Well I do love young follow, ai.d that is the truth."
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 2/7 
 
 I could in (lance a thoufand things, various and true, 
 AVhere one thing men fay, and another thing do, 
 Nay, I now could difpel all my own anxious fear, 
 But there s uo occafion for fpeclacles here : 
 Nay, were I to wear them, to look ere fo wife, 
 I cr uld then, but as now, read your hearts in your eyes ; 
 Mifler Dibdin, fays you, we re here on your behalf, 
 And, while your wit s harmlefs, and you make us laugh, 
 You may banifli each fear from your mind, for, in footh, 
 We fhall \viliing applaud you, and that is the truth. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 NO more of waves and winds the fport, 
 
 Our veffel is arrived in port ; 
 
 At anchor fee fhe fafely rides, 
 
 And gay red ropes adorn her fides : 
 
 The fails are furled, the fliccts belayed, 
 
 The crimfon peticoats dif played, 
 
 Defertcd are the ufelefs fhrouds; 
 
 And wenches come a board in crouds. 
 
 Then come, my lads, the flip put round, 
 
 While faiely moored on Englitli ground, 
 
 With a jorum of diddle, 
 
 A lafs, and a fiddle, 
 
 Ne er fhall care in the heart of a tar be found 
 
 And, while upon the hollow deck, 
 
 To the fprightly jig our feet fliall bound, 
 Take each his charmer round the neck, 
 
 And kifs in time to the merry found. 
 Bcfs hears the death of honeft Jack, 
 Who fwore he d fafe, and found, come back, 
 She caH:i him fcurvy, lying fwab, 
 And then (lie kind.y takes to Bob : 
 Ben aiks the news of Bonny Kate, 
 Who faid ihc d prove a condant mate, 
 But winds, and girls, are falfe, for fhe 
 Took \ T ed the morn Ben went to fca. 
 Well come, fays Ben, the flip put round, 
 While faiely moored on iJvdilli ground, 
 With a jorum of diddle, 
 A lafs, and a fiddle 
 
 A A
 
 .278 DIBDIN S SELECTED SON-GS. 
 
 Ne er fliall care in the heart of a tar be found ; 
 And, while upon the hollow deck, 
 
 To the fprightly lig our feet fliall bound, 
 Take each, his charmer round the neck, 
 
 And kifs in time to the merry found. 
 
 By will and power, when laft afliorc, 
 His rhino Tom to Poll made o er; 
 Poll touched the prize money, and pay, 
 And with the agent ran away : 
 And Jenny jufl as cute a trick, 
 His back once turned, played whiffling Dick, 
 Dick left her cloathes to cut a flafh, 
 She fold cm all and {pent the cadi. 
 .Rut conic, fays Dick, the flip put round, 
 While falcly moored on Englifh ground, 
 With a jorum of diddle, 
 A lafs, and a fiddle, 
 
 Ne er fhall care in the heart of a tar be found; 
 And, while upon the hollow deck, 
 
 To the fprightly jig our feet fhall bound, 
 Take eacli his charmer round the neck, 
 
 And kifs in time to the merry found. 
 While feet and tongues, like lightning go, 
 With what cheer Suke and how do Joe, 
 "Hick Laniard chufes Peg fo fpruce, 
 And buxoni Ntll take Kit Caboofe. 
 Thus, mongft the girls they left behind, 
 A lot of true and falfe they find, 
 While they bewail thofe fhot, or drowned, 
 And welcome home the f;ife and found, 
 Still thankful whi e the flip oes round, 
 They re fafely moored on Englifh ground, 
 With a jorum of diddle, 
 A lafs and a fiJdle, 
 
 Ne er fha!) care in the heart of a tar be found; 
 And, while upon the hollow deck, 
 
 To the fpright y jig our feet fhall hound, 
 Take each his charmer round the necV:, 
 
 An.i kifs in time to the merry found.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 279 
 
 ..< . ..< < > S><S5 >">>> 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 I AM one of thofe pretty, tonifli fmarts, my good old mao. 
 Who under love s fwcet contribution lay ail the fair O, 
 
 I make them die, and figh, 
 
 And confent, and repent, 
 
 Wit ha ran, dan, dan 
 
 Why I h.ive a hundred times had the felicity, fo fvveet, 
 Of feeing fume yielding eafy daughter, or wife, 
 Begging, and imploring at my feet 
 
 * Hey, fir ! how often did you fay you had this felicity ?" 
 Never in the whc .e courfe of my ii. - 3 
 
 \\ ith a ran, dan, dafe O. 
 
 Then ; fines amours are nothing without confident*, rny good 
 
 old man, 
 How oft when hurfting with good fortune and fir.eefs, fo 
 
 rare O, 
 
 Have I, to my friends, told fkories of yielding nieces, and- 
 aunts, 
 
 With a ran. dan, dan, 
 DrefTed out in all their iacinating charms, 
 
 With all their fimpcrings, and \vhimperings, 
 Their fond love to clifguife, 
 While they were longing to fly to my arms 
 * And peay was all this truth that you told your friends f 
 Oh, no, a parcel of infernal lies ! 
 With a ran, dan, dare (). 
 
 Why would you believe that with the lovely JlyrtiUa it 
 
 chanced to hap, my good old man, 
 Who fcemcd as if all the powers of virtue made her their 
 
 care O, 
 
 That 1 fhould contrive, while thofe pretty, watchful guanli- 
 ans were taking a nap, 
 
 With a ran, dan, clan 
 
 To kneel, pant, entreat, implore, heave figh, dart tear, 
 And addrefs, with all the force of eloquence and grace, 
 Tiil (truggling in my arms at laft flic Oh dear ! 
 " Well, what did file do? 
 Why gave me a flap in the face, 
 With a ran, dan, dare O.
 
 280 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 \ 
 
 Another time, when I was flatly refufed, my mod old maa, 
 Oh, tis a bufinefs that \viii make you ftare O ! 
 Everyone of the family round i taiily abufed, 
 
 With a ran, >"an, dan . 
 
 Hamflrung the pigs, pulled the fpiggot out of the ale, 
 ftafonctl the. lap dog, killed the canary birds, put jalap in 
 
 the tea, 
 Threw ihe cat out of the window, cut offthe monkey s tail 
 
 " Go on, fir, go on." 
 
 Kicked the hufband Oh no, d:rnme,hc kicked me ! 
 With i ran, dan, dare O. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE \VISP. 
 
 I VE heard* cried out one, that you tsrs tack and lack, 
 
 you faid 
 
 And, at fea, what /trange hardships befcl you, 
 Hut I don t know vvhai s moorings what don t 
 r Jack, 
 
 Man your ear Tackle then and I ll tell you : 
 Suppofe you d a daughter quite beautiful grown, 
 
 And, in fpight of her prayers and imploring! ! 
 Soinc fcoundrcl ahufed her, and you knocked him down, 
 
 Why, d ye fee, he d be fate at his moorings. 
 
 In life s voyage fhould youtrufba falfe friend with the helm, 
 
 The top lifts of his heart all akimbo, 
 A tempeft of treachery your baric will o envhelm, 
 
 And your moorings will foon be in limbo : 
 Cut if h ; s heart s timbers bear up a gainft pelf, 
 
 ^ .ic lie s jufl in his reckonings and fcorings; 
 Ke l! for you keep a look out the fame as himfelf, 
 And you ll find in his fricndlTiip fafe moorings. 
 
 If wedlock s your port, and your mate true and kind, 
 
 In a l weathers will Rick to her duty, 
 A calm of contentment fhall boam in your mind, 
 
 Safe rr.oorcd in the haven of beauty : 
 But if fome frifky fkiff, crank at every joint, 
 
 That likens to vows und adorings, 
 
 Shape your courfe how you will, ftill you ll make Cuckold s 
 Point, 
 
 To lay up like a beacon at moorings. 
 A glutton s fafe moored, head and ftern, by the gout, 
 
 A drunkard s moored under the table,
 
 IHBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. c 
 
 In ftraws drowning men will Hope s anchor find out, 
 
 Wliile a hair s a phiioibpers cable : 
 Thin mankind are a lliip, life a boifterous main, 
 
 Of I tte s billows where all hearthe roarings, 
 Where for one calm of pleafure, we ve ten ftorms of pain, 
 
 Till death brings us all to our moorings. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 LOOK all over the world, round and fquare, and through 
 out, 
 
 We a 1 know that heft we know nothing about, 
 Don t ignorant gipfics prttend to teach Fate, 
 And pray who now like coblers can tinker the ftate : 
 Blind as milUpofts ourfclvcs we can all guide a friend, 
 ! ; f why tis in ore eafy to find fault than mend ; 
 In thtift no fwect creatures Icadfuch happy lives, 
 Or arc half fo well managed as bachelor s wives. 
 
 If I d tin s man s fortune, or tother man s wit, 
 Unnoticed d ye think I d fo quietly Tit ? 
 No, my cafh fhonld do good, and my writings fhould be, 
 Ah ! fait Sbakefpear hnnfelf fliouhl be nothing to me : 
 Thus we all to mend merit of others are prone, 
 And how nobly we fpend tliat that s none of our own ; 
 Who the reins has nut got, al-.vsys furioufly drives, 
 And, thus, none are managed like bacchlor s wives. 
 That battle that made fuch a devii of a rout, 
 Why don t you and I know they were all of them out ? 
 Had this general advanced, and that troop come in play, 
 1 would have bed), by my conference, a glorious day ! 
 Thus at home, Wi befl know how abroad matters p:d =, 
 Ah ! give me a brave bottle fought over the g afs ! 
 Threatened people live long, and the envied man thrives, 
 Jufl as none r.re fo managed as bachdor -s wives. 
 What we have we don t v.-r.nt, bccar.fe why dat >vtS e get 
 Your true flyieof enjoyment s to li :ve what you ve not, 
 What eats fo delicious as fifli not yet catchtd, 
 Or as fruit in the blolTom, or chicken not hatched ? 
 Tent the dinner to-day, tis the pleafure I bom.w, 
 While I ih nk on the dinner I m eating to-morrcvv, 
 What s ihe prefent my foul till the future arrives ? 
 Arrah give me for managctr.cm l;acheiors wives. 
 A a z
 
 252 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 To do what we re able s a thing fo abfurd, 
 
 .Arrah who d walk on foot that cou d fly like a bird ? 
 
 Don t we fee every moment that lordly ting man 
 
 Do each nonlenfe in nature except what he can 
 
 In fhorr, eur de fires look from Ireland to Rome, 
 
 \re the harveit that s growing, the cloth in the loom, 
 
 I he honey we ve taken before we ve bought hives, 
 
 And who ll after this rail at bachelors wives. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 THIi poet fays that love s like fire, 
 
 Which kindly heat and joy imparts, 
 Tor every purpofe, and deiire, 
 
 That warms, and that expands our hearts} 
 .out, trnft th s lire, where is the hound, 
 
 That fhail its devaluation fir.y ? 
 ^Rclent .cfs ruin flalks around, 
 
 And horror marks its track efs way : 
 Thus both we dread, and both admire, 
 
 Thus poet* fay that love s like fire. 
 The toper fays, that love s like wine, 
 
 And that its power, hove human ken, , 
 Can lift the foul, and fo refine 
 
 Our joys, that gods rr.i^ht envy men : 
 But, from this elevation funk, 
 
 The moment reafon leaves the feaf>, 
 ]i;~ iodfhip finds a god, when drunk, 
 
 Is little better than a be,-?! : 
 Thus both are beaftly, both divine, 
 Thus topers fay that love s like wine. 
 Your fportfmen fay, love s like the chafe 
 
 That ieads us many a weary mile, 
 Through many a rude and dangerous place, 
 
 O er mound, and hedge, and ditch, and ftile 
 liu: v.hen his pieafures, with his toil, 
 
 Are fairly counted, wh,t s the gain ? 
 Fatigued, and tired, he makes a coil, 
 
 And puts up game not worth the pain : 
 Thus love s without a goal, a race, 
 Thus fportfr.ien fay, love s like the chafe.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 283 
 
 True lovers fay, love s like the devil, 
 
 Who turns a hundred devious ways, 
 With, faint-like face, and heart of evil, 
 
 And fmiks the moft when he betrays : 
 Docs not the devil take every hue, 
 
 And in all forms and fafhions move ! 
 Is net he black, and white, and blue, 
 
 And hot and cold ? aud fo is love : 
 And thus to love are lovers cml, 
 As Indians court fiom fear the devil. 
 Let carping idiots Hill condemn, 
 
 Where reaion bids them mod rejoice, 
 For if they err the fault s in them, 
 
 And in the objects of their choice : 
 The lover that iball all excel, 
 
 Let him but choofe a faithlels fair ; 
 His love fhal! prove a very hell, 
 
 No Lethe to relieve his care : 
 Let him of reafon take advice, 
 And love flia.l be a paradile. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 LIFE S a general chafe, and the world is the field, 
 
 Where friends, friends hunt, and brothers hunt brothrr-, 
 Where to day, fairly hunted, to iis others yield, 
 
 And to. morrow we re hunted by others : 
 Through calling, profcffion, and radc, to get rich, 
 
 Ail wrangle, and fquabble, and fcramble, 
 Through wood, dale, and bottom, o er hedge, ftile,and ditch, 
 
 Through bufh, and through briar, and through bramble, 
 Then, come round me all hunters in Lift s hark away 
 
 We have portions of pleafure and forro\v, 
 And the man after game that s a hunter to-day, 
 
 May be game for Ibme hunrer to- \vorrow. 
 The poor poet, of virtue who d fain be the friend, 
 
 Cries the age is corrupt, and he ll fhcw it ; 
 But while hunting his brains the wo; Id s manners to mend, 
 
 Pale poverty hunts the poor poet : 
 While hunting in battle for g ory ar. l fame, 
 
 Grim death hunts the foluier ana fail or, 
 And the heir, cut of cafli, who can Hart no more game,
 
 284 D-IB DIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Is at I a ft hunted down by his taylor : 
 Then, conic round me all hunters in Life s hark away 
 
 We have portions of pkafure and forrow, 
 And the rnan after game that s a hunter to-day, 
 
 Mr-:y be game for fbme hunter to-morrow. 
 Country fquires dafJi away, nor their noddles concern } 
 
 Bout the world, or its jofUings, and erodings, 
 Till, -U length, to die br>:to.:i, A^reon s they turn, 
 
 Eaten in by their dot s and their horfcs: 
 Indifcrirninate plcafurts who chafes in vicv,-, 
 
 Whi e to pleafure in time fall a martyr, 
 And the bold fortune hunter who ran clown a fhrew, 
 
 Will find he was caught by a tarter : 
 Then, come round me all hunters in Life s hark away 
 
 We have portions of plea fu re and forrow, 
 And the man after game that s a hunter to-day, 
 
 May be game for lortie hunter to-morrow. 
 The hunks who hunts riches, i? hunted by care, 
 
 Thofe who joy hunt are hunted by trouble, , 
 The chvmiit hunts gold through fire, water, and air, 
 
 And is run down at laft by a bubble : 
 Folly hunts the four mifanthrope clofe at the hccis, 
 
 In the moment at folly he s ftoffing, 
 And cv n the death hunter, in coffins who deals, 
 
 Is, at laft, hunted into a coffin : 
 Virtuofos hunt butterflies, courtiers levees, 
 
 Patriots hunt for the good of the nation, 
 Hungry gluttons hunt turtle, phyticiuns hunt fees, 
 
 And are chafed, in return, by vexation : 
 A reciprocal chafe are mankind and their jo)s, 
 
 And this maxim obtains the world over, 
 Then with reafon in view, let s bant p e^fure my boys, 
 
 Till by time we are hunted to cover : 
 Then, come round me all hunters in Life s hark away 
 
 We have portions of pleafure and forrow, 
 And the man after game that s a hunter to day, 
 
 May be game for fomc hunur to-morrow. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 A BARD in yonder corner fee, 
 There s foratthing in this man, fays he,
 
 DJBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 2^5 
 
 Tis true he cannot write like me, 
 
 His wit won t bear infpedUon; 
 
 To hit the foolifh times was right, 
 
 When men neglected genius flight, 
 
 My play for inftance, damned firll night. 
 
 The manners want correction : 
 
 Certainly they do, and, therefore, fo far this man s at 
 tempt is meritorious to he fure. if I had handled the fub- 
 jetSt it would have Been done in a different fort of a manner ; 
 but his bungling \vit only proves that his own pofition i* 
 truth 
 
 For when lie takes fuch foolifli fits, 
 
 To rail, and feoff, at would be wits, 
 
 He proves, as hard hiinfelf he hits, 
 
 That he s not all perfection. 
 
 An Alderman gainft fco!s is rage, 
 
 Cries, lord, he s right to lafh the age, 
 
 ,Old Shakefpear faid the world s a ftage, 
 
 Ke mtrits our protecflion : 
 
 I liked to hear him laugh at fops, 
 
 And wdifts cut fliort, and flirts and crops, 
 
 Intrigues in churches, and at hops, 
 
 And fafliions flrange collection : 
 
 And then how I did laugh about the fellow s giving a 
 dinner with nothing to eat, ha, ha, ha, and then he palled 
 a compliment on the city He ought to be encouraged. 
 
 But when he rails at hoarded pelf, 
 
 And turtle feafts, the (lupid eif, 
 
 He s wrong but then he owns himfelf, 
 
 We can t be all perfection. 
 
 Mifj Twinkle cries, to fifter Tab, 
 
 I m pleafed he s given you prudts a dab, 
 
 But of coquettifh airs to blab, 
 
 Twas done without reflexion; 
 
 Well now, cries Tab, then I proteft, 
 
 1 likes about coquettes the bcft ; 
 
 But when jf Prudes he makes a jeft, 
 
 The man.dcferves correction. 
 
 Well then now fait and troth, faid an Irishman, tis 
 mighty well with his mixture, and his hope, his good rafca!, 
 hi* honeft flatterer, and the reft of it Oh it is aU fair game i 
 
 But when he talk*, the llanderous rogue^ 
 
 That cards and dice are all the vogue,
 
 286 DlBDIN r S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 Fait, tis too much upon the brogue. 
 But no one s all perfection. 
 
 The will then taken for the deed, 
 
 1 fancy in each face 1 read, 
 
 1 fliall, as heretofore, fucceed, 
 
 And without much objeclion ; 
 
 When I was in the fcribbling fit, 
 
 Had with my zeal kept pace my wit, 
 
 Ev n Shakefpcar s foil had nothing writ, 
 
 More worthy of protection, 
 Nay, big with emulation to merit your applaufe, had iny 
 ability kept pace with my inclination, I fliou d have given 
 my own Thefts the lie, and produced a perfect entertain 
 ment 
 
 But ardent willies will not do, 
 
 I, therefore, mnfl: rciy on you, 
 
 And fhould fotne little praife be due, 
 
 PaU by each imperfection. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 THOUGH hard the valiant foMicr s life, 
 They fome fweet moments know ; 
 
 Joy ne er was yet unmixed with ftrife, 
 Nor happineis with woe : 
 
 Tis hard, when friend, when children, wife, 
 
 Reluclant from him part, 
 While fancy paints the muffled drum, 
 
 The mournful fife, 
 And the Joud volley o er his grave, 
 The fo cmn requiem to the brave ! 
 
 Ail this he hears, 
 Yet calm s th .ir fears 
 With fmiles while horror s in his heart : 
 But when the fmiling hour fhall come, 
 
 To bring him home at la(T, 
 HO-.V fweet his conftant wife to greet, 
 
 His children, friends, 
 And in their circling arms to find amends, 
 
 For ail his fuiTeriugs part. 
 Tis hard when, defolation fpread, 
 
 Djatli whirls the rapid car,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 287 
 
 And .h.-fe invaded hear, and dread 
 
 The thunder of the war : 
 Ah ! then, indeed, friend, children, wife, 
 
 Have you true caufe to fear, 
 Too foon, alas, the muffled drum, 
 
 The mournful fife, 
 And the loud volley o er the grave, 
 Sh. .U found fad requiems to the brave, 
 
 While thofe a ive, 
 
 Faint joy revive, 
 
 Xncl blend- hope ,- fmile with pity s tear : 
 Ikit when the fmiling hour fhall come, 
 
 To bring 1 him home at laft, 
 flow fweet his conftant wife to greet, 
 
 His children, friends, 
 And in their circling arms to find amends, 
 Tor a!i his fuiTerings part. 
 
 BALLAD IN WILL OF THE WISP. 
 
 Oil yes, Oh yes, Oh yes ! 
 I/jft, or mi fluid, 
 Or ftolen, or flrayed, 
 
 The changer, the decency, the duty of a youth, 
 V/ho was famed, till this fad accident, for probity and 
 
 truth ; 
 
 Who afluaged his parents forrows, alleviated their cares, 
 And who, with fpotlefs honour, regulated their affairs : 
 
 This young man, as he can-c out of his father s bankers, 
 vp.s btconcd by a lady in a hackney coach He drove to a 
 jeweller s where he bought a diamond necklace. He dined 
 with a roaring party at a tavern; and, in the evening, was 
 heard to talk very loud at the opera. He was nexi introdu 
 ced to a houfe not an hundred miles from St. James s, wheife , 
 it is fuppofed he could get no flipper, for he was feci 
 three o clock in the morning voracioufly to fwailow dice 
 und eat cards. 
 
 V. iiu to his wretched parents this mifguided youth will 
 bring, 
 
 Be fides the fatisffufb cn 
 Of doing a good ac tion. 
 Shall receive a funrfar more thn Indian mines could e er
 
 288 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 They fhall fee the peace and comfort of a family rcftored 
 
 God five the King. 
 O yes, O yes, O yes ! 
 Loft or miflaid, 
 Or flolcn, or ftrayed, 
 
 The tears of a widow, young wealthy and fair, 
 Who nurfed a rich old hufband half a year with tender 
 
 care, 
 
 Who loved him not for either her inconvenience, or his pelf, 
 All which is very true, for fhe told him fo herfelf. 
 
 This unfortunate young lady was feen, about three hours 
 after her hufoand s death, to go to the Commons to prove 
 his will, where meeting with a very handibme young Proc 
 tor, it is fuppofed the fire of his glances abforbed and 
 dried up the tears of this difeonfolate widow, for {he has 
 never been ieen to cry fmce but once, and then (lie was de- 
 toAed with an onion in her pocket handkerchief, 
 Who to this wretched mourner thefc fame precious drops 
 will bring, 
 
 Befidcs the fatisfaction, 
 Of doing a good action, 
 
 Shall receive a gracious fmile, which is all that can be prof 
 fered, 
 For they ll be cried no mnre, nor no greater reward offered, 
 
 God fave the King. 
 O yes, O yes, O yes ! 
 Loft, or mifleard, 
 Or ftofen or (hayed, 
 
 T ne knife and fork of an .-tlderman, a cwunfellor s witr, 
 The dice box of a grecian, aparfon s tythe pig, 
 The fan of a beauty, her falfe tooth alfo. 
 And a hair powder licence belonging to a beavi. 
 
 As thefe poor fuiTrrs are ruined and deprived of their 
 livelihood by the lofs of thefe refpeitive articles, they be 
 ing their working tools, the charitable and humane are hum 
 bly requeftcd to take into confederation their forlorn condi 
 tion 
 
 And, whoever to thefe poor people thefe articles will bring 
 Bcfides the fatufaction, 
 Of doing a good action, 
 
 Many thanks fliall be given to the charitable donor?, 
 Fur they re of very little ufe to any body but the owners. 
 God fave the king.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 289 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT 
 
 As a plain cafe in point s the beft mode of explaining, 
 
 To make my pofition to each judgment clear, 
 Without further a tip-toe your patience detaining, 
 I fliall ton at Antipodes, (hew and ton here : 
 
 Here conference for gold, 
 
 If e er was known to be fold, 
 
 There to fale they expofe it, 
 
 And every one knows it, 
 
 For the matter to mince might a good market fpoil : 
 Thus what s meant by reports, which are varioufly fprcdd, 
 That we the feet (land on, and they on the head, 
 Will turn out to be this-, without cavil or coil, - 
 We re the gem and the Antipodeans the foil. 
 
 Is a treaty of marriage on foot the dear lady, 
 Here never to talk of her intereft is heard, 
 
 Full of love fhe ne er aflcs if the writings are ready, 
 Nor thinks of a fecond fpoufe, much lefs a third : 
 
 Is a counfcllor learned, 
 
 In a law fuit concerned, 
 
 He gives you his trouble, 
 
 For nothing, to double 
 
 His fee would that inftant the whole bufmefs fpoil ! 
 There ftill topfy turvy we different modes fee, 
 Love obeys, the bcft bidder, and law the beft fee, 
 And thus clear as day, without cavil or coil, 
 We re the gem and the Antipodians the foil. 
 
 Would you wifli farther proof as a prominent feature, 
 Take this, though twill keen fenfihility lliock, 
 At Antipodes they have a beautiful creature, 
 A fine (lately bird very like our game cock : 
 Inflaming ics blood, 
 They rniy drugs in its food, 
 And arm it for fighting, 
 Then (land round delighting, 
 
 While thefe birds of their plumage each other defpoil : 
 You wonder and gaze, yet tis truth I report, 
 But lince England difdaias fo unmanly a fport, 
 Bb
 
 290 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 No reflection on us from their vica can recoil, 
 We re the gem and the Antipodeans the foil. 
 
 But to bring the cafe home, let us fpeak of their writers, 
 Who having fuch food for their frolickfome niufc, 
 
 Are in fat ire and ridicule terrible biter?, 
 And, though none they point out, all the cap fit abufe ; 
 
 Their cafe touches me, 
 
 But was I ever fo free, 
 
 In my filly labour*, 
 
 To laugh at my neighbours ? 
 No ; a fair wholefome moral s the jet of my toil : 
 Befides here no fault could they find did they try, 
 No, I d have them to know that my audience and F, 
 What er out of envy their cavil and coil, 
 Arc the gem and the Antipodeans the foii. 
 
 BALLAD- IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLS. 
 
 WHEN freedom kuew not where to rove, 
 
 From conquered Greece, and groaning Rome, 
 At random driven, like Noah s dove, 
 
 Without a fhelter or a home : 
 The expanded world flic viewed, where bed 
 
 She might repofe her weary foot ; 
 Saw this our ifle, fet up her reft, 
 
 And bid the fpreading oak take root ; 
 Bid it adorn the land, and be 
 Fair England s tree of liberty. 
 
 Thus fpoke the goddefs This fair tree, 
 
 The towering foreft s kingly tioaft, 
 Let my behelts kept facred he, 
 
 This tree fhall guard your fea girt coafl : 
 Freedom s behefts are thcfe To know 
 
 No fa&ion, no cabal, no caufe, 
 From whofe peftiferous breath may grow 
 
 Aught gainft the monarch, or the laws; 
 Keep facred thefe, the oak fhall be 
 Fair England s tree of liberty.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 291 
 
 Its friendly arms that, on their way, 
 
 Thofe fuccour who its aid implore ; 
 A faithful portrait fhall difplay, 
 
 Of England s hofpitable ihore : 
 Of England s courage this fair tree, 
 
 A great example to impart, 
 To fuccour law and liberty, 
 
 Shall make a rampart of its heart; 
 Hail facred oak, then, deign to be 
 Fair England s tree of liberty. 
 
 Then catch the enthufiaftic ftr^in, 
 
 Hail freedom s tree in fervent hymns, 
 That freely, on the awful main, 
 
 Launches in B itain scaufe its limbs : 
 That mighty walls, and bulwarks forms, 
 
 Whence England s thunder fhall be hurled, 
 And, fpight of battles and of ftorms, 
 
 That bears our commerce through the world ; 
 
 Hail freedom s fhrine ! flill deign to be 
 
 Fair England s Tree of Liberty. 
 
 BALLAD - IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLS. 
 
 WHEN I told you your cheeks v ore the bkifh of the rofe, 
 
 That the fpnng wa* the type of your youth. 
 That no lily a tint like your neck couid ciilclofe* 
 
 I made love in the language of truth : 
 Ytt the lovelielt rofe, once the fummer away, 
 
 Of its bloom leaves no veftige behind ; 
 But your blooir, when the fummer of life fhall decay, 
 
 P refli as ever lhall glow in your mind. 
 
 See the bee, as from fl uver to flower he roves, 
 
 Thefweets of the garden explore, 
 And, in winter, to iealt on the banquet he loves, 
 
 Liy in his indufti jous (tore : 
 So ail your employment through life s bufy day, 
 
 Is the fwcets drawn from goodneis to iir.d ; 
 Rcafon s fcaft to fupply, and cheat winter ? ..ay, 
 
 Frem that fource of perfection your niind.
 
 2pl DiBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 And thus, as thefeafons of life pafs away, 
 
 We enjoy every various fcenc ; 
 The fpring all expanding, the fummer all gay, 
 
 The autumn all mild and ferene ; 
 You are yet in your fummer; but, when on your head, 
 
 While from all admiration you find, 
 Silver winter its honours fhall facredly fhed, 
 
 Still fummer fhall bloom in your mind. 
 
 BALLAD IN GHIRSTMAS GAMBOLS, 
 
 COME here, come here, my pretty dear, 
 
 Leave bufmefs, care, and labour. 
 Chriftmas comes but once a year, 
 Come lads and lafles, come, and hear 
 
 My merry pipe and tabor : 
 I fell all forts of curious wares, 
 
 Tapes, garters, ribbands, laces : 
 That give the form enchanting airs, 
 
 And fet off pretty faces. 
 And then I re philters, drugs, and charms.. 
 
 That, when the nymph s deferted, 
 Shall lure the fhepherd to her arms, 
 
 And make him tender hearted. 
 Corwe here, come here my pretty dear, 
 
 Leave bufinefs, care, and labour, 
 Chriftmas comes but once a year, 
 Come lads and laffes, come, and hear 
 
 My merry pipe and tabor. 
 
 This wonderful love powder fee, 
 
 Though ever fo hard featured, 
 T"o a Venus that converts each fhe r 
 
 By making her good natured : 
 This eye water can power difpenfe, 
 
 To cure each jealous blindnefs, 
 And turn, by generous confidence, 
 
 All jarring Arife to kindnefs : 
 Come here, come here, my pretty dear, 
 
 Leave buiinefs, care, and labour,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 293 
 
 Chriftmas comes but once a. year, 
 Come lads andlafles, come, and hear 
 My merry pipe and tabor. 
 
 When clouds fliall wedlock s Iky deface, 
 
 And dim that brilliant heaven, 
 Upon your lips this padlock place, 
 
 By wary prudence given : 
 But when, from ftorms, and fempefts free, 
 
 The horizon looks propitious ; 
 From kindiiefs hand take pleafure s key, 
 
 And open fcenes delicious : 
 Come here, come here, my pretty dear, 
 
 Leave bufinefs, care, and labour, 
 Ghriflmas comes but once a year, 
 Come lads and laffcs, come, and hear 
 
 My merry pipe and tabor. 
 
 BALLAD IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLS. 
 
 STANDING one fummer s day on the Tower Slip, 
 
 Cartlefs howl my time fliould employ, 
 3ft popped in my head that I d take atrip 
 
 Aboard of a Margate Hoy : 
 I torik a few flops, fuch as fliirts and a coat, 
 
 For of prog I knew well they d be ftorcd ; 
 Then I hail d a pair of oars, fhoved of my boat, 
 
 And away I da {hed aboard. 
 
 Ah my dear Commodore, who thought of feeing you ? 
 tc What, Mrs. Garbage ! How is the Alderman?" There 
 is my hufband, Sir ; " Pon my word and dicky I declare. * 
 Give me leave, Commodore, to introduce you to my friends : 
 Mr. Shadrack, Commodore Kelfon, Commodore Ktlfon, 
 Mr. Shadrack " Very much at your fharvice, Sir." Mils 
 Minnikin, Commodore Ke:fon, Commodore Kelfcn, Mifg 
 Minnikin. " Very happy to have the pleafure of knowing 
 you Sir." * Dr, Quibus, Commodore Kelfon. Commodore 
 Kelfon, Dr. Quibus ; Captain Squafli, Commodore Kelfon, 
 Commodore Kelfon, Captain Squafh ; Sir Flielim O Drog- 
 kcda, Commodore Kelfon. Commodore Kelfon, Sir Phtlim 
 B b 2
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 O Drogheda. Hollo thcie ! Caft oiF th painfer Sit ftill 
 Jadics and gentlemen. 
 
 So off we went with a flowing jib, 
 
 Full of merriment and joy, 
 The Alderman munching, and pratling his rib, 
 Sing who fo blith as we, 
 Who take a voyage to fea, 
 Aboard of a Margate Hoy. 
 
 Then fuch glee and humour, our joy to prolong, 
 
 Pervaded us fore and af( ; 
 Some were telling a (lory, fome whittling a fong, 
 
 As we turned in and out mon*fl: the craft : 
 Then we d talk of our danger, and then we were gay, 
 
 Then how we d aftonifli the folks, 
 When at Margate arrived ; then, cut out of our way, 
 
 To laugh at the watermeij * jokes. 
 
 * Ho, the fliip ahoy. " Ay, ay." Pray have you one 
 Wifeman aboard ? " No, no," Then you are all fools, 
 key ha, ha, ha, went Mifs Minnikin. " Dat is very coot 
 chokes," faid the Je\v. Why, I fay, Mofcs, faid the man 
 that was affronted, are you a bull or bear? Damme, I 
 thinks you look more like a monkey. And you Mifs Dolly 
 Drylips, take a reef in your perriwig, and clap a ftopper on 
 your muzzle, clue up the plaits in your jaw bags, and give 
 your tongue leave of abfencc. About fhip helm s a lee 
 here flie comes. 
 
 3o we made tothcr tack and lay gunnel to, 
 
 Which foon gave a damp to onr joy, 
 Hifs Minnikin fcjualled mine cot, cried the Jew, 
 Sing v r ho fo blyth as we, 
 Who take a voyage to fca, 
 On board of a Margate Hoy. 
 
 The company s merriment now out of joint, 
 
 And their tatiers not moving fo quick, 
 Scarce right a-head did we twig Cuckold s Foicr, 
 
 But the alderman began to be lick : 
 Then we d like to fall ioul of an oyfter fmack, 
 
 The wind frefhing towards the More, 
 Then, ftretching too far on the larboard tack, 
 
 .Sy and by, wecimc bump afhore.
 
 BIBDIN S SELECTED SONCS. 
 
 f Ah we fliall all be caft away ! my poor dear pattern 
 *p ; caflied away ! What fliall I do to be fhaved ? " Why 
 faith, faid I, I fancy we fliall have a touch of the fait water 
 before we get to Margate." Yes, Sir, faid the Do&or, 
 c not that I have any quarrel with death, but lam afraid we 
 fliaU take in too large a dofe. " How do you do, Sir Phc- 
 lim ?" * Arrah, I fliould be well enough if I was no: f* 
 curfcdly fick." She right*, flie rights ! 
 
 Next a gale coming on we did precioufly kick, 
 
 Which finifhed completely our joy, 
 
 Tvras, madam, how do you do? Oh lam monftroufly fick \ 
 S ngwho fo blyth as we, 
 Who take a voyage to fea, 
 Aboard of a Margate Hoy. 
 .And now twould have made a philofopher grin, 
 
 TV have feen fuch a concourfe of muns ; 
 Sick as death, wet as muck, from the heel to the chin, 
 
 For it came on to blow great guns : 
 Spoilt cloath?, and provifions, now clogged up the way, 
 
 In a dreary boifterous night; 
 While apparently dead every paffenger lay 
 With the ficknefs, but move with the flight. 
 
 Oh, oh, I wifli I was at home in my bed ! < Oh that I 
 was a hundred miles off?" " Mafhy upon my fhins. " oh, 
 oh, will no-body throw me overboard !" Avaft there. 
 " Ah my poor dear pattern cap s blown into the pond!" Oh 
 my foul, what A devil of a lickncfs !" " Arrah, flop the 
 fliip Sir, would you be fo kind as to be after handing me 
 the caudle cup ? Land, land, upon the ftarboard bow. 
 At laft, after turning on two or three tacks, 
 
 Margate lights foon reftorcd all our joy; 
 The men found their ftomachs, the women their clacks, 
 Sing who fo blyth as we, 
 Who take a voyage to fea, 
 Aboard of a Margate Hoy. 
 
 BALLAD IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLS. 
 
 THERE were Farmer Thrafher, a.nd he had a cow, 
 And gammer were very fond on un,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 And they d a fon Jacky that made a fine bow, 
 
 So they fent un a prentice to London, 
 
 Jacky s matter a barber and a hair-drefler were, 
 Than fome fquire s cod he thought unfelf bigger, 
 
 In the day through the town he would drefs and cut hair, 
 And drefled out at night cut a figure. 
 
 To ape Jackey s matter, were all his delight, 
 
 The foap fuds and razor both {corning, 
 He s been took t by the nofe by the fame fop at night, 
 
 That he took t by the nofe in the morning. 
 
 Now to fee the cow moan, would hare made a cat laugh, 
 
 Her milk were his food late and early, 
 And even if Jackty had hcen her own calf, 
 
 She could not ha loved un more dearly. 
 
 She moaned, and flie moaned, nor knew what fht 
 
 To heart fo flie took this difaftcr, 
 At iaft roaming about, fome rogues cut off her tail, 
 
 And then fent her back to her matter. 
 
 Here s the kiaw came home, Gammer, come bring out the 
 pail, 
 
 Poor creature I ze glad we have found her, 
 Cried Dame, tcn t our kiaw, flic s got never a tail, 
 
 Here Roger go take care and pound her. 
 
 Tis our kiaw, but you zee flic s been maimed by fome brute 
 Why, dame thou rt a vool give me patience; 
 
 So to fquabbling they went when to end the difpute, 
 Came home Jacky to fee his relations. 
 
 His fpencer he fported, his hat round he twirled, 
 
 As whittling a tune ht came bolt in, 
 
 And bedockecl, and belopped, wounds, he look d all the 
 world 
 
 Like trimmed ban turns, or magpies a moulting. 
 
 Oh dear ! tis our Jacky, come bring out the ale, 
 
 So Gammer fell (kipping around him, 
 Our Jacky, why, dam t, he s got never a tail 
 
 Here, Roger, go take un, and pound un. 
 
 Tis the kick, I fay, old one, fo ] brought it down ; 
 Wore by jemmies fo neat, awl io fpunky ;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 297 
 
 Ah, Jacky, thou went ft up a puppy to town, 
 And now thee be ft come back a monkey. 
 
 Gammer ftormcd, Gaffer fwore, Jacky whittled, and now 
 
 Iwas agreed, without any more paflion, 
 To take Tacky in favour as well as the cow, 
 
 Bccaufe they were both in the fafhion. 
 
 BALLAD IN CHRISTMAS AMBOLS. 
 
 My grandfather s grandfather, valiant and (tout, 
 A Briton e er luxury imported the gout, 
 In the fic d, in the ball-room, or fcampcring o er rockf. 
 Could give chafe to the foe, or the fair, or the fox : 
 A band of choice friends, at the found of his horn, 
 Sailed forth blyth and buxom, to hail the fair morn ; 
 All lufty, and noble, and true and tried men, 
 And called, for diftimSUon, the Lads of the Glen. 
 
 Shall I tell you their names, there was bold Alfred Howe, 
 Sprung from Guy, Earl of Warwick, who hunted a cow, 
 And then, on his courfer came valiant Sir Hugh, 
 Born from that London prentice two lions that flew : 
 Next that dare devil, Hengift, with target and gorge, 
 Worn, his anceftors write, by the mighty St. George $ 
 Then Owen ap rice, who again and again, 
 Had been in at the death with the lads of the Glen. 
 
 Next Percy, came on, born of that noble race, 
 
 Who accomplifhed fuch wonders at famed Chevy Chace; 
 
 Then Orfon the jolly, a bold daring elf, 
 
 Sprung from Arthur, nay, fome fay, from Nimrod himfelf : 
 
 Edwin, Glanville, and Huntingdon, found men and good, 
 
 The laft the great grandfon of bold Robinhood ; 
 
 To thefe add my anctltor, making juft ten, 
 
 And you ll get the whole lift of the Lads of the Glen. 
 
 Tis writ in fair characters, now in the hall, 
 
 What a chafe they were led the fly fox to enthral ? 
 
 He run em at length, and then hard at a pufli, 
 
 And u#w they re mile* from him, and now at his brufli :
 
 298 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Till the dogs are fo weary that, panting for breath, 
 They o ertake him, hut cannot accomplifh his death ; 
 Britons fpare proflratc foes, fo they looftd him again, 
 To afford future fport for the Lads of the Gleii. 
 
 Thus rational pleafure was all their delight, 
 
 They d hunt in the morning, and revel at night, 
 
 Fair truth and pure honour, dwelt proud in each breaft, 
 
 And kind hofpitaiity fet up her reft : 
 
 And from their gay board never yet vas the day, 
 
 When the poor, and the hungry, went empty away; 
 
 Britons all have true hearts, yet, tis hard to fay, when 
 
 We fhall, e er, fet the like of the Lads of the Glen. 
 
 Then charge high your bumbers, in chorus loud fing, 
 Like true fubjecls let * all drink a health to the King ; 
 He s a (portfman himfelf, and long, long may 
 Give him hea th to behold his i Inftrious race : 
 And \\ou : d ye, ye Britons, your honour enfure, 
 As firm as your courage, your re^litude pure, 
 His virtues but emulate, i oou fiiall, again, 
 Return the good times of tlie Lads of the Glen. 
 
 BALLAD IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLI, 
 
 GIVE ear to me, both high and low, 
 
 And, while you mourn hard fates decree, 
 
 Lament a tale right full of woe, 
 Ol comt ly Ned that died at fea. 
 
 H s father was a. commodore, 
 
 His King and country, i erved had he ; 
 But, now, his tears in torrents pour, 
 . For comely Ned that died at i e<t. 
 
 His fifter Peg her brother loved, 
 for a right tender heart had (be, 
 
 And often to llrong grief was moved, 
 For comely Ned that died at tea. 
 
 His fweetheatt Grace, once blyth ar.d gaf t 
 Tkatied the cUiice unou the len,
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 29$ 
 
 Kow waftes in tears the lingering day, 
 For comely Ned that died at fea. 
 
 His friends, who loved his manly worth, 
 For none more friends could boafl than he, 
 
 To mourn now lay afide their mirth, 
 For comely Ned that died at fea. 
 
 Come then and join, with friendly tear, 
 
 The fong that, midftof all our glee, 
 We from our hearts chant once a year, 
 
 For comely Ned that died at fea, 
 
 BALLAD IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLS. 
 
 JPOOR negroe fay one ting you no take offence, 
 Black and white he one colour a hundred year hence, 
 For when mafTa death kick him into the grave, 
 He no fparc negroe, buckra, nor mafia, nor Have. 
 Then dance, and then fing, and the banjer thrum thrum, 
 He foolifli to link what to-morrow my come, 
 Lilly laugh and be fat, de beft ting you can do, 
 Time enough to be fad when you kickaraboo. 
 
 One mafl a, one flave, high and low all degrees, 
 
 Can be happy, dance, ting, make all pleafure him plcafe^ 
 
 One flave be one mafia, he good, honeft brave, 
 
 One mafia bad, wicked, be worfe than one flave : 
 
 If your heart tell you good, you all happy, all well, 
 
 If bad, he plague, vex you worfe and a hell ; 
 
 Let your heart make you merry, then honed and true, 
 
 And you no care no farthing for Kickaraboo, 
 
 One game me fee mafia him play him call chefi, 
 King, queen, bifhop, knight, caftle, all in a mefc. 
 King kill knight, queen bifhop, men caftle throw down, 
 Like card-foldier him fcattcr, all lie on a ground : 
 And when the game over, king, bifhop, tag, rag, 
 Queen, knight, all together him go in a bag, 
 SD in life s game at chefs, when no more we can do, 
 Mafia death bring one bag, and we Kickarabo
 
 jOO DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Then be good, what you am never mind the degree, 
 Lilly flower good for fomewhat as well as great tree ; 
 You one flave, he no nfe to be fulky and fh , 
 Worky, worky, perhaps, you one maiTa by m by. 
 Savee good and be poor make you a& better part, 
 Than be rich in a pocket and poor in a heart, 
 Though ever fo low, do your duty for true, 
 All your friend drop one tear when you Kickaraboo, 
 
 BALLAD - IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLS. 
 
 COME round me ye laffcs, and lend me an ear, 
 
 The almanack fays ninety-fix is leap year, 
 
 Leap year, cries our Margery, well numfkull, what then ? 
 
 Why, wound.-*, don t the women go courting the men? 
 
 And they ll make the beft on t, and not ftand hum drum, 
 
 For they won t get another for eight years to come ; 
 
 Come ladies a truce to each maidenifh fear, 
 
 Kifs the fellows, and wifh them a happy new year. 
 
 See the fly little toads how they ogle and grin, 
 That s right, fqueeze his hand, chuck un undsr the chin, 
 See that fhrimp with that giant there, prattle and toy, 
 You re a devilifh fine fellow nay don t be fo coy; 
 Then ilie fmirks, and (he pats him, and fo this the trade is, 
 "Cod thefe leap years be nice times for the ladies, 
 That s right, how they fnigger, and fimper, and leer, 
 Kifs em up girls, and wifh em a hap;>y new year. 
 
 Then as there s no Jack bur a finds out his Jill, 
 
 Who knows, hey, but I may of iove get my fi.J, 
 
 Let em come, who s afraid ! wounds, as flout as they be, 
 
 I flioulJ like for- to catch them a courting of me : 
 
 She that chufes me out as a ,erfon of tafle, 
 
 I can tell her will find me not very fharm-faced, 
 
 What doft tell me. fays I : that thou ioveft me, my dear, 
 
 Gc s a bufs then, and wifh me a happy new year. 
 
 But, wounds, while I jokes fo in this merry fit, 
 I mauntlet my tongue, d ye .fee, run Tore my wit;
 
 IMBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. JOI 
 
 For, however, one may laugh bout the girls and he free, 
 They have more fenf e by half in thcfe matters than we : 
 Give a woman her way, and I ll wager upon her, 
 She leaves foppery and nonfenfe to chuie truth and honour, 
 And he may well brag, and his head high up rear, 
 Whom flic kiffes, and wiOies a happy new year. 
 
 Then as each Britifh beauty be conftant and loyal, 
 
 So much do they doat on his majeUy royal, 
 
 That now they got leave for to do what they pleafcs, 
 
 Cod if twere not for fhame they d all kifs un to pieces : 
 
 So as loyalty^ truth, and each generous duty, 
 
 Be learnt to we men folks by fweetnefs and beauty, 
 
 Let us not be out done in our own proper fpear, 
 
 But let love merit love, and each year be leap year, 
 
 FINALE IN CHRISTMAS GAMBOLS. 
 
 COME all who love, 
 Through pleafure s grove, 
 To take your merry rambles, 
 
 Whofc hearts fo free, 
 
 Confirm your glee, 
 Join our Chriftmas Gambols. 
 See the lads and lafles wind, 
 
 In mazy labrynth dancing, 
 The harmlefs feelings of the mind, 
 
 The general joy enhancing: 
 The world s vicillitudes they trace, 
 
 As they the figure mealurc, 
 Variety and change of place, 
 
 Still giving zeft to pleafure, 
 
 Come all who kve, &c. 
 
 The merry hunters and the horn, 
 That oft have waked Aurora, 
 
 To unlock the treafures of the morn, 
 Through the domain of Flora : 
 
 2vext in quaint form, ar.d vtftments ga 
 Comes many a morice dancer, 
 
 c
 
 2 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS, 
 
 While bells that ring, and flutes that play, 
 In merry cadence anfwer : 
 
 Come all who love, &c. 
 
 The pipe and tabor s fprightly tone, 
 
 The organ s found ibnorous, 
 The comic bagpipe and the drone, 
 
 Shall join the {welling chorus : 
 The piercing fife, and deafening drum, 
 
 For honed hearts recruiting, 
 To join the mingling found lhall come, 
 
 Of finging, fiddling, fluting : 
 
 Come then who love, &c. 
 
 At length the trumpet s chearful call, 
 
 Sounds to the feaft of pleafure, 
 When in the hofpitable hall, 
 
 Plenty unlades her treafure : 
 See Father Chriftn.as pleafed appear, 
 
 To crown our inftitution, 
 While circling goes the humming beer, 
 
 In fportive revolution : 
 
 Come then who love, &c. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 dang t how d ye do, 
 
 Na n won t you gi s a bufs ; 
 Why what s to do wi you, 
 
 Why here s a pretty fufs : 
 Say fhali we kiis and toy, 
 
 I goes to fea no more ; 
 Oh ! I m the failor boy, 
 
 For captring afhore. 
 
 Father he apprentic d me, 
 All to a coafting fliip ; 
 
 1 bting reiblv d d ye fee, 
 To give em all the flip : 
 
 I got to Yarmouth fair, 
 Where 1 had been before j
 
 SELECTED SONGS. 303 
 
 So father found me there, 
 A capering alliore. 
 
 Next out to India, 
 
 I went a Guinea pig ; 
 We got to fable bay, 
 
 But mind a pretty rig ; 
 The fhip drivtn out to fea, 
 
 Lelt me and many more, 
 Among the Hottentots, 
 
 A capering alliore. 
 I loves a bit of hop, 
 
 Life s ne er the worfer for it ; 
 If in my wake fhould drop, 
 
 A fiddle, that s your fort : 
 Thrice tumble up ahoy, 
 
 Once get the labour o er ; 
 Then let (he faiior boy, 
 
 A capeiing afhore. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 A SUP of good whifkey will make you g ] ad, 
 Too much of the creature will mike you mad, 
 li you take in reafon it will make you wife, 
 If you dr n c to excef>, it will clofe up your cyei. 
 
 Yet father and mcther, 
 
 And fi;kr and brother, 
 They all tae a fup in their turn. 
 
 Some preachers will tell you to drink is bad, 
 I think fo tuo if there s none to be had : 
 The fwadltr will bid you drink none at ill, 
 But while I can get it a fi^> for them all, 
 
 Both laymen and brother, 
 
 In fpitc oi this pother, 
 Will all take a lup in their turn. 
 
 Some doctors will tell ye twill hurt my health, 
 Aud jultice will fay twill reduce your weath,
 
 304 DIEBIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Phyficians and lawyers will all agree, 
 
 When your money is a I gone, you can get nofcfc. 
 
 Yet furgcon or d; i ir lv>r, 
 
 And lawyer and pro^or, 
 \Viil ill take a fup in thc;r turn. 
 
 If A foldier rs drunk on his duty found 
 He foon to the three Icgg d horl c ie b uni , 
 In the face of the regiment obliged to ftrip, 
 A ngin will foften the drummer s whip. 
 
 For ferjeani and dru. nnier, 
 
 And likewife his honor, 
 Will all take a fup in their turn. 
 
 The Turks who arrived from the ports fnblime, 
 They told us that drinking w.is held a great crime, 
 Yet after their dinner away they flunk, 
 And tippled their wine, til! they got quite drunk. 
 
 The Sultan and Crommet, 
 
 And even Maho nc t, 
 They all take a fup iu their turn. 
 
 The Quakers will bid you from drink abfTain, 
 By yea 2nd by nay, tis a fault iu the vain, 
 Yet fome of the broadbrims will get to the fluff, 
 And tipple away till they ve tippl d enough, 
 
 For (lift rump or fhady, 
 
 And Solomon s lady, 
 Will all take a fup iiif their turn. 
 
 The Germans will fay they can drink the moft, 
 The French and Italians will alfo boaft, 
 Hiberuia s the country, for all their noife, 
 For genet ous drinking and hearty boys, 
 
 There each jovial fellow, 
 
 Will drink till he s mellow, 
 And take oiThis glafs in his turn. 
 
 SONG IN PRIVATE TAEATRICAtS, 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 BEHOLD two mighty chiefs come on ! 
 Not Hedtor, iior yet Telamon;
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 305 
 
 Who, (lead of fifts, cufPd foes with rocks, 
 
 But two torn-tits, or bantum cocks: 
 
 Not like two combatants of yore, 
 
 Who flew the foe and drauk the gore, 
 
 Like tygers, or fierce maftilTdogs 
 
 But chiefs from Homer s mice and frogs ; 
 
 Lank both in form and voice, and taper, 
 
 Like an ecl-fkin, or a thread paper ; 
 
 Who ammunition draw from lungs, 
 
 And wield not fwords, nor fpears, but tongue*. 
 
 Suppofe them enter d in the lift, 
 
 Their caufe of quarrel who was hifs d, 
 
 Or groan d at mofl at either houfe : 
 
 Says general frog to general moufe 
 
 Signer Pantheon 
 
 Vat ting you play on, 
 To give Mr. John Bull delight ? 
 
 " Monfieur Haymarket, 
 
 " Pray don t you bark yet, 
 " Nor lliew your toofc, for you can t bite." 
 
 M} g r e at big houfe make people flare, 
 * Vat ufe great houfe, nobody dare ? 
 * I do de op ra, you miifl fing fong :" 
 Ninety foot wide, hundred yard long, 
 And den great many much foot high, 
 4 The chandelier he touch de iky : 
 " You Sadler-veils, Aftley, FoxhaH, 
 " All Di-rrv Down, Tit fol de rol :" 
 Your houfe make mine one fervant-haU/ 
 11 I licenie get, you none at all." 
 
 Fire and fury, dov l in hell, 
 Oh vat diigr;.rla, 
 , To my faccia, 
 Tis ferry fell, 
 
 Fiddler y finger, tlancer, quick 
 * To a!Tifl your gen ra! rulli, 
 Make hafte, fhoulder your fiddle- flick, 
 And all to piece dis nutihell crufli. 
 " Nutfhell he full, he bring fome meal; a- 
 Your fiddic-ititk no good to cat a,"
 
 306 
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Oh zounds, cot tarn ! 
 
 Vat rage 1 am, 
 
 I could my flefli for anger eat : 
 
 " Ah do, you ll get no other meat." 
 
 Shades of creat muficians all, 
 
 In heaven, in hell, or on the deep, 
 Quick appear, obey my call! 
 
 " Me won t appear, he fad a/leep. 
 c Bononcini, 
 
 Farinelli, 
 1 Piccini, 
 
 lomelli, 
 Andallde clH, 
 < And Nelli, 
 And rini, 
 And cini, 
 
 * Great fiddling quire, 
 
 e Appear at found of David s lyre. 
 
 c Come, drive dis rogue from Englifh land 
 
 1 Fat, fliort, and tall a men, 
 
 * Come, follow, follow men, 
 1 David and Soloman, 
 
 One fing, and todtr lead the band ! 
 
 " Ah you may bawl, 
 
 " You cini he vont come at all." 
 
 I ll (lop your mouth, you villain tacf ! 
 
 " All dis line nizc dome get roaft beat !" 
 
 tc Come dome be fool, 
 But let us join, 
 " your force and mine } 
 And den dome fear 
 " But the nent year, 
 Wid your fine htll, 
 " Your tund ring fvvcll, 
 11 May lit, ami ha, 
 <( Mifter John Bull 
 " Shall civ hoora . 
 " Vive L Gpefa!"
 
 IMBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 307 
 
 BALLAD IN GREAT NEWS, 
 
 DICK DOCK, a tar at Greenwich moor d, 
 
 One day had got his beer on board, 
 \Vhcn he a pow maitn d peniioner from Chelfea faw ; 
 
 And all to have his jeer and flout, 
 
 For the grog once in the wit s loo a out, 
 Cried, how good mafter Lobftcr did you 1 of e_ your claw ? 
 
 Was t that time in a drunken fray, 
 
 Or t other when you ran away ? 
 But hold you Dick, the poor foul has one foot in the gray?; 
 
 Fore (lander s wind too faft you fly, 
 
 D ye think it fun ? you iwab you iic ; 
 
 Misfortune ever claim d the pity of the brave. 
 
 Old Hanibal, in words as grofs, 
 
 For he, like Dick, had got his dofe, 
 To try about a wrangling, quickly tojka fpell 
 
 If I m a Lobfier,. mailer Crab, 
 
 By the information on your nab, 
 
 In fome fcrimmage, or other, why they ve crack d yor 
 Ihell ; 
 
 And then why how you hobling go, 
 
 On thi.t iury mart, your timber to*-, 
 A nice one to find fault, with one foot in the grave ; 
 
 But halt old Hanibal, halt ! halt ! 
 
 Ditlrefs was never yet a fault, 
 Misfortune ever claimed the pity of the brave. 
 
 If HanibaPs your name d ye fee, 
 
 As fure as they Dick Dock call me, 
 As one? it did fall out, 1 ow cl my life to you, 
 
 Spilt from my horfe, once when twas dark, 
 
 And nearly f wallowed by a ihark, 
 You boldly ptnn jed in, faved me and plcaftd all the crew: 
 
 If that s the cafe tiien ceafe our jeers, 
 
 When hoarded by the fame Mounfeers, 
 You, a true Englifli Lion, fnatchV me from the grave, 
 
 Cried cowards, d the man no harm, 
 
 Damfrnee, don t. you fei ; .. , . r., 
 
 ITisf jriuue ever claimed pity from the brave,
 
 3oS DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 Then broach a can before we part, 
 
 A frieudly one, with all his heart, 
 And as we put the grog about, we ll chearly fing, 
 
 At land and fea, may Briton s fight, 
 
 The world s example and delight, 
 And conquer every enemy of George our Kin^: 
 
 Tis he, that proves the hero s friend, 
 
 His bounty waits us to our end, 
 Though crippled, and laid up, with one foot in the grave, 
 
 Then Tars and Soldiers never fear, 
 
 You fhall not want companion s tear, 
 Misfortune ever claimed the pity of the brave. 
 
 BALLAD - IN GREAT NEWS. 
 
 HAVE you heard of the tax, that fuch ftrange confrerna-- 
 
 tion, 
 
 Hasfpread through old England, that poor helplefs nation, 
 Tis hair powder, Oh ! downfall of gninealef* b<.aus, 
 "U ho, unlicenced, will all look like fo many crows : 
 . Hark the Frizeurs exclaim ! as diftra<Sted they roam, 
 Moiigft the knights of the curling irons, Chaos is come, 
 Sing and cry, cry and fjng, mingle mifery and fun, 
 England s never fo happy as when tis undone. 
 The Hunks, who can boaft but a fingle colt s tooth, 
 Who, weighed down with age, apes the fopperies of youth, 
 Says, to ionic Dulcinea, my hairs are all grey, 
 1 So I can t be taxed, cries the Syren,, " Nay, nay, 
 " Not all grey they re half black :" Ah ! you dear coax- 
 
 ing ninny, 
 1 Well, I ll pure ha fe a licence and pay half a guinea. 
 
 Sing and cry, &c. 
 
 Then the Knights of the Rainbow I fay my lord l>.ikf, 
 On hair powder a tax take the news there and look. 
 1 forgot, you can t read the ridiculous fufs, 
 Why what are fuch trifles as girneas to us ? 
 Jv unky pays for we lootmcn I ll fport a fprucenah, 
 And Old Quibus come down for t, or denimc I ll bi. b-, 
 Sing and cry, &c.
 
 DI.B.OIM S SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 But the drol eft expedient \va that of a fop, 
 A man milliner, where there were four in a fliop ; 
 I ve hit upi ii i, dcmme : as lawyers coach cal!, 
 And drive four for a {hilling to Wettminfler Hall, 
 Five and three peucea piece, lads advance, baud it out> 
 We ll puiciiAfc a licence and lend it about. 
 Sing and cry, &c. 
 
 Then the tea table fee, I declare then I m vexed, 
 Cries out, Old Lady Pyehall, Our teeth they ll tax next, 
 I ihould trick em at that tho I have but one tt.oth : 
 * Tis quite right, cried a beauty all fweetnefs and truth, 
 " Take the tax, uke each feather, that plays on my head, 
 " I fhall drefs the mbre plain but the poor will get bred" 
 Sing and cry, &c. 
 
 Then, my countrymen, emulate this charming fair, 
 
 Deck the heart nor regret how ne^ e. .ltd the hair, 
 
 While Frizeurs, and Footmen, and Fops, cry pecuvi, 
 
 We fhall all drefs more decent, and they ll man the navy; 
 
 Let our rulers go on .hen of honour fecure, 
 
 Each tax upon luxury s bread for the poor, 
 
 Then holdall this croaking, and grumbling as fun, 
 
 By Rich nonftnfe Old England can ne er be undone. 
 
 BALLAD IN POOR VULCAI?. 
 
 A ParoJy, 
 
 DEAR Maudlin come give me bright guineaSj 
 For brighter none fure ever gave, 
 
 Nor think that I m one of thofe ninnies, 
 That can tell you how many I d have. 
 
 I m not to be (tinted in pleafure, 
 So to me if you mean to be kind, 
 
 You mud ranfack old Crump s rufty treafur?, 
 And give me whatever you find. 
 
 With a large heavy pnrfe fo I fo!d theqi 
 I then my dear Maudlin, am thine ; 
 
 In fatins and filks I ll behold thee, 
 No duchefo e cs dreflal half fo fine :
 
 niBDINs SELECTED SONGS- 
 
 But our pocket at prefent but thin is, 
 And foon what we have will be fpent, 
 
 Then prithee give many more guineas, 
 Or you ll find I ihall ne er be content. 
 
 Count the rouleaus at Almackc they re flaking, 
 Count the bets laid in Newmarket fields, 
 
 Count the cafli at the bank they are taking, 
 Count the gold that rich Lombard-flreet yields I 
 
 Give a peep at the India-houfe coffer, 
 Go number the treafury s ftore, 
 
 And when fo many guineas you offer, 
 I (till fliailbe a/king for more. 
 
 BALLAD - IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 THOUGH pleafure s eafily dtfin d, 
 
 Droll mortals fo employ it. 
 Scarce any two among mankind 
 
 Go the lamr way to enjoy it. 
 With fume a dying parent s groan, 
 
 With others ill got treafure, 
 A friend betray d, a widow s moan. 
 
 An orphan s tears are plcafure. 
 From no fuch fourcc my pleafure s flow, 
 
 Unfafhionably h^ppy; 
 Reafon fupp iis tlie joys I know, 
 
 Their ztlt a jug of Nappy. 
 
 Their country s downfall, F&t^ion s elves, 
 
 For fun, would be purfuing, 
 Though, Sa:nibn like, they were themfelvti 
 
 Cruihed in the migl ty ruin. 
 I,ct them go on, they doubt lefs fee, 
 
 Congenial to their n.itures, 
 Some plealure in that mifery 
 
 They wifi their fellow creatures. 
 For me, protected while I fing, 
 
 My \vife and children happy, 
 My favorite toad, church, fbte, and 
 
 Shall fwceten my brown Nappy.
 
 DIBDIN S SELECTED SONGS. 311 
 
 Love, as facetioufly we re told, 
 
 Has bit-flings out of meafure, 
 And hearts put up, and bought, and fold, 
 
 Confer a world of pleafure. 
 Then for the joys that wine promotes, 
 
 Who dares, a lie prtfuming, 
 Deny that brawls and cutting throats, 
 
 Are fomething more than human ? 
 Why love and drink s the zeft of life, 
 
 When Reafon bids be happy ; 
 With hallow d lips when a lov d wife 
 
 Biefles the fmiling Nappy. 
 
 Yet every mortal to his talle : 
 
 O er others no dominion 
 Do I ufurp, I ve only traced, 
 
 With deference, my opinion; 
 And, if mankind in foily funk, 
 
 Find glorious fun in treafon, 
 In vicious love, in getting drunk, 
 
 And taking leave of reafon ; 
 E en let them think fo, fince they will, 
 
 My own way I ll be happy ; 
 Of Rcafon s pleafures take my fill, 
 
 And drink my jug of Nappy. 
 
 BALLAD IN CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 THE Yarmouth roads are right ahead. 
 
 The crew with ardour burning, 
 
 Jack lings out as he heaves the lead, 
 
 On tacfc and half tack turning; 
 
 By the dip eleven ! 
 
 Lafh d in the chains, the line he coils, 
 Then round his head tis iwinging ; 
 And thus to make the land he toils, 
 In numbers quaintly fii,gin, 
 
 By the mark feven ! 
 Andnovr left we run bump afhore, 
 He heaves the kal, and ft. gi once morr 
 Quarter lefs foui 5
 
 DIBDINS SELECTED SONGS. 
 
 About fhip lads, tumble tip there, can t you fee! 
 Stand by, well bark, hark ; helm s a lee, 
 Here fhe comes, up tacks and facets, haul, mainfaul haul 
 Haul off all : 
 
 And as the Idng loft fliore they view, 
 
 Exulting ihotit the happy crew ; 
 
 Each finging, as the fails he furls, 
 
 Hey for the fiddles and the girls. 
 
 The next tack we run out to fea, 
 Old England fcarce appearing; 
 Again we tack, and Jack with glee 
 Sings out as land we re nearing, 
 
 By the dip eleven ! 
 And as they name fome beauty dear, 
 
 To tars of blifs the fummit, 
 Jack joins the jelt, the jibe, the jeer, 
 And heaves the pond roas plummet; 
 
 By the mark feven ! 
 
 And now, whi:e dang rous breakers roar, 
 Jack cries, left we run bump a fhore, 
 Quarter lefs four ! 
 
 About ilrip lads, tumble, up there, can t you fee! 
 Stand by, well hark, hark ; the helm s a lee! 
 Here fhe comts, up tacks and facets, haul, mainfail haul, 
 Haul ofl all : 
 
 And as the long ioft fliore they view, 
 Exulting fliout the happy crew ; 
 Each fiuging as the fai s he furls, 
 Hey for the fiJdies and the girls. 
 Thus tars at fea, like fwabs at home, 
 
 By tack and tack are bias d, 
 The furthtfl way about we. roam, 
 To bring us home the nigheft; 
 
 By the dip eleven ! 
 For one tack more, and fore the \vind, 
 
 Shall we, in a few glafles, 
 Now make the land both true and kind, 
 To find our friends and lafles ; 
 
 By the mark ftven ! 
 
 Then heave the lead, my lad once mora 3 
 Soon iliali we gaily tread the fliore, 
 And a half four ! 
 About fhip, c.
 
 NEW [AMERICAN] 
 
 PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 SONG 
 
 ADAPTED TO THE 
 
 PRESIDENT S MARCH. 
 
 HAIL COLUMBIA ! happy land, 
 Hail ye HEROES, heav n born band, 
 
 Who fought and Wed in Freedom s caufc, 
 Who fought and bled in Freedom s caufe, 
 And when the Storm of War was gone, 
 Eijjoy d tke Peace your Valour won, 
 Let Independence be our boaft, 
 Ever mindful what it cofi ; 
 Ever grateful for the prize, 
 Let its altar reach the fkies 
 Firm United let us be, 
 Rallying round our Liberty, 
 As a band of brothers join d, 
 Peace and Safety we fliall find. 
 Immortal Patriots ! rife once more, 
 Defend your Rights defend your fhore ; 
 Let no rude foe with impious hand, 
 Let no rude foe with impious hand, 
 Invade the flirine where facred lies, 
 Of toil and Mood the well-earn d prize. 
 While offering Peace, fmcere and juft, 
 In Hcav n we place a manly truft, 
 That truth and juftioe will prevail, 
 And every fcheme of bondage fail 
 Firm United let us be, 
 Ra lying round our liberty, 
 As a band of Brothers join d, 
 Peace and fafety we fliall fiaol. 
 
 Dd2
 
 314 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 Sound, found, the trump of fame, 
 Let Washington s great name, 
 
 Ring through the world with loud applaufe, 
 Ring through the world with loud applaufc, 
 Let every clime to Freedom dear, 
 Liften with a joyful ear 
 
 With equal flail with godlike pa\v ? r, 
 He governs in the fearful hour 
 Of horrid war, or guides with eafe, 
 The happier times of honeft peace, 
 Firm United let us he, 
 Rallying round out Liberty, 
 As a Band of Brothers join d, 
 Peace and Safety we fhall find. 
 Behold the Chief who now commands, 
 Once more, to ferve his country, flands 
 
 The Rock on which the Storm will heat, 
 The Rock on which the Storm will beat, 
 But arm d in virtue, firm and true, 
 His hopes are fix d on Heav n and you 
 When Hope was finking in dilmay, 
 When glooms obfcur d Columbia s day; 
 His fteady mind from changes free, 
 Refolv d on Death or Liberty 
 Firm United let us be, 
 Rallying round our Liberty, 
 As a Band of Brothers jcin d, 
 Peace and Safety we (hall find. 
 
 THE NEW-YORK PATRIOTIC SONG, 
 
 CALLED, 
 
 THE FEDERAL CONSTITUTION BOYS AN 
 LIBERTY FOR EVER. 
 
 POETS may fmg of their Wellicon dreams, 
 Their Gods and their Heroes are fabulous dreams, 
 
 T hey ne er fang a line 
 
 Half fo grand, fe divine, 
 
 As the glorious toaft 
 
 We Columbians boaft, 
 The Federal Ccnjliixt ** boys, zndLik-rly forerer.
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 315 
 
 ADAMS tic man of o:ir cho : ce, guides the helm, 
 J-AO tcmpeft can hann us, no ftorm overwhelm : 
 
 Our iheet anchor s furc 
 
 And our bark rides fecure, 
 
 So here s to the toaft 
 
 We Columbians boad, 
 
 The FcJernl Confutation, and the Prefidcnt forever. 
 A free Navigation, Commerce and Tr;; , 
 We ll feek for no foe, of no fos be afraid ; 
 
 Our frigates ilia 11 ride 
 Our defence and our pride ; 
 
 Oar Tars guard our coaft 
 
 And huzza to our toaft 
 The Federal Conjlitution, Trait and Commerce, forever. 
 Montgomery, Warren, ftill live in our fongs, 
 Like ihtrn our ywny lisrots (hail 1 purn at our wrong*, 
 
 The world fliall admire 
 
 The zeal and the fire 
 
 Which blaze in the toafl 
 
 We Columbians boaft, 
 The Federal Cinjitiittifii) aud its advocates forever. 
 
 When an enemy threats all party fliall ceafe, 
 We brlbi no intruders to buy a mean peace, 
 
 Columbians will fcorn, 
 
 Friends or foes to fuborn ; 
 
 We ll ne er (tain the toaft 
 
 Which as freeman we boaft 
 The Federal CoiiJliLution, and Integrity forever. 
 
 i ; a,n-i trumpet fhall Avell in WASHINGTON S praife, 
 And Time grant a furlough to lengthen his days ; 
 
 May health weave the thread 
 
 Of delight round his head 
 
 No nation can boaft 
 
 Such a name fuch a toaft 
 The Federal Canjl:tut:oa boys, and WASHINGTON forever. 
 
 BOSTON PATRIOTIC SONG. 
 Tune, Anacretn in Heaven. 
 
 YE fons of Columbia who bravely have fought 
 For thofe rights, which uiittain d fromyour fir;:-, Lad 
 defcended
 
 3*6 KEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 May you long tafte theblcffings your valour has bought, 
 
 And yourfons reap the foil which your fathers defendc 
 Mid the reign of mi:d ptace, may your nation incrcafe, 
 With the glory of Rome, and the wifdom of Greece; 
 And ne er tniy tbi fo>:s ofClIumtia be Jl.ivfs, 
 While the earth hears a j.l.i;it or the fea rolls in ivaTts. 
 In a clime wbofc rich vales feed the Marts of the world, 
 
 Whole {bores are unlnaken by Europe s commotion, 
 The trident of commerce ihould never be hurl d 
 Toincenle the legitimate powers of the Ocea;i, 
 But fhou d Piiatts invade, 
 Though in thunders array d, 
 Let your cannon declare the free charter of trade 
 
 For nttrfcall the forts ef Columbia Ifjlaves, \$c. 
 The fame of our arm?, of our Laws the mild fway, 
 
 Had juftly ennobled our Nation in irorv, 
 Till the dark clouds of faiTHon obfcured our young day, 
 And cnrelcp d the Sun of American glory. 
 But let traitors be told 
 Who their country have fold, 
 And bartcr d the God, for his Image in Gold 
 
 That ne er li itl tlcfant of Columbia keffavtSy &c, 
 While France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood, 
 
 And fncicty s bafe, threats with wide diiTolution, 
 Hay Peace, like the Dove, who return d from the fioodj 
 Find ;ui ;>rk of abode in our mild Confutation, 
 But though Peace is our aim, 
 Vtt the Boon we difclaim, 
 If bnnjht bv nirfov reignty, jufHce or fame : 
 for n? -i fbaii taefo>:s ff Cflumkit tejljiics, Isfc- 
 
 Ti~ tlic H-f of the flint, each American \v;\r:ns ; 
 Let Romt s Itaughty viclors beware of col ilion ! 
 ;m briu^ al! the vaff.ils of Europe in arms, 
 ( ;i varld by ourfelves, and diidaia a divifiori! 
 Vi v ulc with Patriot pride, 
 To our L-2 .vi we re allied, 
 ; c:in fubdue us no fa&ion ciiride. 
 Ftr "<? -/- /hail the fans of Col.imlia btjlaves, &C. 
 Our Mountains are crown d with Imperial Oak, 
 
 Whofc roots like our Liberties, ages !MVC nourifh d, 
 But long e re aur nation fubauts to the Yoke, 
 I\ot a tree fliall be Jeft on the field where it flouriih d.
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 317 
 
 Should Invafion impend, 
 Every grove would dcfcend, 
 
 From the Hill tops they (haded, our iliores to defend. 
 Fr ne er faall t/jt font f Colui>.b:.i bejlaves^ ISff. 
 
 Let our Patriots deftroy Anarch s peftilcnt worm, 
 
 Left our Liberty s growth fhou d be check d by cerrofion; 
 Then let clouds thicken round us, we heed not the florin ; 
 Oar realms feel no fliock, but the earch s own explcliau. 
 Foei affi.il us in vain 
 Though their fleets bridge the main, 
 For our Altars and laws with our live 1 ; we ll maintain, 
 
 And ne er Jhall the fans of Columbia be Jlaves, &C. 
 Should the tempeft of war overfhadow our land, 
 
 Its bolts could ne e/ rend freedom s temple afunder, 
 For, unmnv d at its po. ta!, would Wafhington (hind, 
 
 And rcpulfe, with his breafl, the aflaults of the thunder ! 
 His fword from the fleep 
 Of its fcabbard wou d leao, 
 
 And conduA with its point, every flafh to the deep. 
 For ne er Jhall tbt! fans ef Columbia bejlavcs, &C. 
 
 Let Fame to the world found America s voice ; 
 
 No intrigue can her fons from their government fever; 
 Her pride is her Adams his Laws are her choice, 
 And fliall flourifh till liberty flumber forever. 
 Then unite, heart and hand 
 Like Leonidas band, 
 
 And fwear to the God of the Oci. an and Land, 
 That ns srjball the fons cf Cduii. br ; !>e Jl .vet, 
 Will: the earth bean a plant or the fix rails n waits. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 OUR country !; our fln p, d y fee, 
 
 A ga-Unt veflcl too ; 
 And of his t ortunt. proud is he> 
 
 Who s of Columbia!*! crow, 
 Each nian whatc er his Ration be, 
 
 When duty rtern commands, 
 Should take his (land, 
 
 And if iid a hand, 
 At the common caufe demand?, 
 
 d 3
 
 Among ourfelvcs in peace tis true, 
 
 We quarrel make a route ; 
 And having nothing elfe to do, 
 
 We fairly fcold it out : 
 But once the enen.y in view, 
 
 Shake hands we foon are friends ; 
 On the deck, 
 Till a wreck, 
 Each the- common caufe defends. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 COME all Grenadiers whom your country invites, 
 To afiemble in arms in defence of her rights, 
 Here let us determine to ftand or to fall, 
 By that glorious caufe which makes brothers of a!!, 
 !No force here compells us our paftimes to yicid, 
 Ourfelves fey ourfelves are call d Jorth to the field, 
 Then let us all range round Columbia s laws, 
 Refolv d to live free or die in her caufe. 
 
 Then let us, &c. 
 
 Remember our fathers with Vafhington fought, 
 And for us Independence moft cheerfully bought, 
 Let us to our children be equally good, 
 And tranfmit it, if needful, enrich d with our bloo d. 
 That blclling by union for u* was procur d 
 And by union alone can by us be fecur d. 
 
 Then let us all range. &c. 
 * { Divide and exterminate " long will prevail, 
 As the maxim of tyrants where power may fail. 
 No force froBi their bafe can our liberties tear, 
 If united the banners of freedom we rear. 
 And though fentiments multiply under the fua, 
 Americans furely can now have but one. 
 
 With courage to range, &c. 
 
 Could Montgomery, Mercer, and Warren behold 
 With what joy we the banners of freedom unlaid, 
 Their bleft fhades would rejoice and with rapture 
 
 exclaim 
 
 " Our example is follow d, and guarded Our fame." 
 Let their conduit be held by each patriot dear,
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 319 
 
 And their virtues he equalled by each Grenadier, 
 
 While we manfully range, &c, 
 Then brother with brother uur arms we ll entwine, 
 And courage and difcipline cheerfully join ; 
 Let our iteadinefs prove thofe opinions are juft 
 Which place in our conduct unlimited trull 
 Nor fo hard is the tafk for mankind to be free- 
 Let s determine to be fo, and pride beads the kuee. 
 
 Then let us all range, &c. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 TUNE PRESIDENT S MARCH. 
 
 " LO! I quit my native fkies 
 To arms! my patriot inns arife. 
 Guard your freedom, rights ^nd fame; 
 Guard your freedom, rights and fame; 
 Prelerve the clime, your fathers gave j 
 Heaven s facred boon from -villains fave 
 Left fuch daring, impious foes, 
 Your grandeur in oblivion clofe 
 Your virtue, wifdona, worth decline, 
 And gafp, convuls d, at freedom s fhrine. 
 Rife! my fons, to arms arife ! 
 Guard your heaven defcendtd prize ; 
 Prove to France, the ivarld, and me 
 COLUMBIA S SONS ARE BRAVE AN FREE." 
 We hear, bleft fliade, your warning voice; 
 Approve your call puri ue your choice . 
 With hearts united, firm and free. 
 With hearts united, firm and free. 
 The facred boon your valour won, 
 Shall wake to arms each patriot fon ; 
 Aud glowing with tne glorious caufe, 
 Ql freedom, country, rights and laws 
 The Horni of worlds our arn.s will brav?, 
 Or fink with freedom to the grave. 
 
 Peaceful, feek your native Ikies 
 
 Lo ! to arnis your fons arife; 
 
 Firm and fix d our foes to brave, 
 
 Till heaven s trump fluili burlt the grave.
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 Worthy fon of glorious fires ; 
 Xchold, the warning fhade retires ; 
 Pleas d your martial fame to fpread 
 Pleas d your martial fame to fpread 
 Where immortal patriots ftand, 
 Watching freedom s fav rite land ; 
 Charm d to hear fuch deeds of fame, 
 In holy choir they ll breathe your name, 
 Till ancient heroes catch the found, 
 And thus the heavens with joy rebound 
 Happy nation ! brave and free ; 
 Friends te man and liberty 
 Long enjoy the facred boon, 
 Which immortal valour won." 
 Illuftrious fhade, to thee we fwear, 
 To freedom s altar we ll repair; 
 
 And, like a band of Spartans^ brave, 
 And, like a band of Spartans, brave, 
 To Pluto s realm each foe convey 
 O er lawiefs tyrants bear the fway 
 Till freedom s banner is unfurl d 
 And waves around the daiken d world ; 
 Till trom the centre to each pole, 
 In rapt rous founds fhall conftant roll 
 Hail ! fwect freedom, gift divine 
 Lo ! we bend before thy fhrine, 
 Firmly fix d on this decree 
 
 To FOLLOW DEATH OR i-IBERTT. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Tune, Yankee Doodle. 
 
 COLUMBIANS all, the prefent hour, 
 
 As Brothers fliould Unite us 
 Uflion at home s the only way, 
 To make each nation right us. 
 Yankee Doodle, guard your coaft, 
 
 Yankee Doodle, Dandy 
 Fear not then nor threat nor boaft, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy. 
 The only way to keep off war, 
 And guard gainft perfccution,
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. J2I 
 
 Is always to be well prepar d, 
 With hearts of rcfolution. 
 
 Yankee Doodle, let s Unite, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy, 
 As patriots, Aill maintain our right, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy, 
 
 great WASHINGTON, who led us on, 
 
 And Liberty effected, 
 Shall lee we ll die, or elfe be free 
 We will not be fubjc&cil. 
 
 Yankee Doodle, guard your coaft, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy 
 Fear not then nor threat nor beaft, 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy. 
 
 A Band of Brothers let us be, 
 
 Willie ADAIvIS guinea inc nation ; 
 .And flill our dear bought Freedom guard, 
 In every fituation. 
 
 Yankee Doodle, guard your coaft, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy 
 Fear not then nor threat nor boaft, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy. 
 Hay foon the wifh d for hour arrive, 
 
 When PEACE tliall rule the nations 
 And Commerce, free from fetters, prove 
 Mankind are ail relations. 
 
 Then Yankee Doodle, be divine, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy 
 Beneath the Fig-tree and the Vine, 
 Sing Yankee Doodle Dandy. 
 
 SONG. 
 TUNE HEARTS OF OAK. 
 
 WHILST Europe is wrapt in the horrors of war, 
 And our ocean is fpread with thtir fleets near and far ; 
 Shall we live undiiturbed, or fliall party from hell 
 Divide all the men who their country wiih well ? 
 
 Ko ! we all fliall be ready (r.<zady boys, ftcady ; 
 
 We have fought if we light, we fha .l conquer again. 
 Tho attachments to France boafled legions of friends, 
 She lias baidy deceived them to gain her own endi;
 
 322 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 Let her threat, let; her wheedle, cajole, we difdain 
 All her fchemes and her power we re united again. 
 
 Let our union be ready fteady, boys, fteady, 
 
 And our foldiers gay clad, {hall pluck laurels again. 
 No nation on earth muft difpute our ftrong powers ; 
 Our refuurces, our calmnefs how dark e er our hours ; 
 Nor defpots in mafs, nor e er one on a throne, 
 Shall tear from our bofoms one terrify *d groan. 
 
 For whoe er dare invade us, oar fons will not degrade us,.. 
 
 Nor their lathers white tombs with black infamy fta n. 
 
 Let hunger let cold wiih his icy clad ftcrrn, 
 All their horrors with fury unitedly form ; 
 For our country we rzmk, and our children fhall know, 
 That the fnakes nidft ourfclvcs r.re our deadlieft foe. 
 In vain t1all they hifs, they fhall certainly kifs 
 The rod, that the.ir eji mies do :yjt rr.srit in vaja. 
 To our Government jufh Conftkution and Laws, 
 L-t u- pay the free tribute of virtuous applaufc :. 
 No tribute extorted by bribes from a foe, 
 But fuch as to merit will cordially flow, 
 
 To the honeft and jiifl. to the r.ieii we can truft, 
 To the men we can drink without feeling difdain. 
 If our Country muft bleed, let its pureft of blood 
 Tell the earth thtie thy fons, undivided have flood 5 
 And for every bleft drop let a ita:ie! arife, 
 "VS hofe gallant gay green (hail poilerity pri^e. 
 Secure in our aid, on our liiil and our glade, 
 And fij;ht as we have fought, united again. 
 To the band that fhall bind u in freedom divine 
 Let the tribute fo chafte be libatcd of wine 
 Let that wine be as found as our hearts without fear, 
 Are refolved from diffcntion and fadlion to Acer. 
 For my toa.it then be ready fteady, boys, fleady, 
 Let us iive, fight, or die all united again. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 COME genius of our happy land, 
 And blefs this feflive day ; 
 
 Thy fons are v e, a loyal band, 
 Who love tLce aad obey :
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 Tor fhould the blaft of war be heard, 
 
 To threat impending harms, 
 Secure beneath thy vet ran bird, 
 
 We ll brave the wor d in arm*. 
 Sold as our Sires, nor horn to yield, 
 
 But fcorn for fcorn bellow ; 
 The blofToms which adorn our fields, 
 Bloom not to deek a foe. 
 
 For lliould the blaft of war, &c. 
 From traitor friends, withferpent fmile, 
 
 We ll rend the thin difguife, 
 Who fpeak of faith, and love the while 
 They pillage and defpife. 
 
 "Tor fliould the blaft of war, &c. 
 Here once, by folly s fons difplay d, 
 
 The Gallic ftandard fhone; 
 No ribband now our feafts invade, 
 There waves our flag alone. 
 
 And fkould the blaft of war, &c. 
 With generous wine your bumpers fill, 
 
 Where purple joys refort; 
 Peace to the Sage of Vernon Hill, 
 To Adams here s fupport. 
 
 Then fliould the blaft of war, &c. 
 
 D E 
 
 fOR THE 4//6 OF JULY 1798. 
 
 THERE * Ithabod has come to taivn, 
 
 From Philadelphia city, 
 
 He s ftroll d the ftreets all up and daiua t 
 
 And brought nice tales to fit ye! 
 
 He s been among the peoplij h lolks, 
 
 And i/aivs they re rotten clever, 
 
 They talk fo cute, and crack itch jokef, 
 
 Would make you ftare for ever. 
 
 Yankee doodle doodle doo, 
 
 Yankee doodle dandy. 
 
 When times look blue, 
 
 The heart that s true, 
 
 Is fweet as Treacle Ca:idy.
 
 J24 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 Some fay, you lie then Order cry ; 
 Somte f|ip, fomc Ntfioit eating ; 
 Some move, fome lit as mute and fly, 
 As Chairman at Town-meeting. 
 Some talk like yes, and come aut nt : 
 Some laugh at French invafion ; 
 But in a little while or fo 
 We ll fee what s the occafion. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 Yet we 11 love Yankee land the beft, 
 Stand by her Jiout as _/?/ , 
 Tho fortly flump d with fuch a peft, 
 As folks with foreign lingo. 
 Thefe cry for f wet, who once croak d wH 
 And make tarnation wonder, 
 Eccaufe we can no longer bear 
 Our Friends to rob and plunder. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 There s fome count cofl with fwamping rant, 
 Thefc crawl, that they may clamber, 
 And ring the room with feofli/b cant, 
 Tho big as our tarn chamber. 
 To fpare fome cents, they twift and turn, 
 Tho fleets and armies crave them ; 
 And fliould our taii-ns be like to burn 
 They can t afford to fave them. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 For time fome talk, and fome forfpite, 
 They wince and growl, when ground hard, 
 And hobble, when they mu/l go right, 
 Like our aid Ball that s founder d. 
 Tho fome be weak yet more are flrong 
 As flip, with rum and cider, 
 And if they all can get along 
 Our fh p why let cm guide her. 
 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 If fomeihing s wrong, there s more that s right, 
 The leaks will foon be fpy d out, 
 An J , with our veflel (launch and tight, 
 The. j><ile we ll feud, or ride out. 
 Our YANKEE CHIEF {hall con cur courfc, 
 Though foes may gibe or ra k e him, 
 And, while he fteary ket s, the worfc 
 The Sarfents hifs, and hate him. 
 Yankee dood e, &c.
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 325 
 
 Ic faw our Envoy found and true, 
 Who left the Cits a frothing, 
 And is among the nation few 
 One likes for doing nothing : 
 If nothing tis t ajjlrt our Right, 
 When hollow Friends would fliake it, 
 And bring th old Sarpents fchemes to Light, 
 Nor give a Bribe, nor take it. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 He tells us of one Talleyrand 
 Who (trove to hum and fob us ; 
 And if we d give our purfe, and ftaud 
 Mayhap they would not rob us. 
 But let us now taclleto 
 And join all hands at mufter ; 
 We ll keep our cafli to fight the crew/ 
 Nor fear their threats OJT biufter. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 Let s all with honed heart and foul 
 At fo dier - trade be handy ; 
 Curfe Ca Ir i and Carmagnole, 
 And march to Doodle Dandy : 
 Then let them come, with force or hum, 
 If hey il fij .ht lair, we ll beat em : 
 And for their * fkill" and tricks but mum--* 
 By Zeonnds vt e ve Folks cau cheat em. 
 Yankee doodle, &c. 
 
 Our tried old chief is coming forth, 
 
 Again to cad and fave us ; 
 
 Again to flieu his ftreugth and worth, 
 
 When foes infuit and brave us : 
 
 Our nation s boaft his name a hoft ; 
 
 Let foes and traitors fear him ; 
 
 Be Wafliingtc.il each patriot s toaft : 
 
 Then rife to hail aud cheer him. 
 
 Yankee dood e, doodle do 
 
 Ymiky doodle da-uiy, 
 
 When times run .ouj h. tie hearts that * true 
 
 Is fwect as laflej-tiinilj. 
 
 Ee
 
 226 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS, 
 
 OUR COUNT JiT S EFFICIENCY! 
 Tune " Ta Anacreon ia Heaven, tiff." 
 
 YE fons of Columbia, determin d to keep 
 Thofe choice Bleffings and Rights, that for years have 
 
 dtfctnded, 
 
 From the battles and blood of your fires who now ficep, 
 And wko gain d by the fword, what with lift they defended: 
 Swear, and fhout in the fong, 
 In a flrain loud and long, 
 
 Until heaven like, earth, fliall its echo prolong 
 That necrJbM Columbia be r^ Jcl of a Right 
 Vl r bil<: the fin rules the day, or the moon rules the ingl-t ! 
 Since *he period, part, when our fires won the Prize 
 
 Which fair Freedom and Juftice decreed as their portion ; 
 JLo ! their plant, grown a tree, tow rs o er earth to the fkies ! 
 And commands from the world, admiration, devotion; 
 I f s once young tender rind, 
 Felt the biaft of each wind ; 
 
 Now its roots firm are fix d nor heeds torrents combined ! 
 And ne er, &c. 
 
 The mild fw^y of our laws, like the fame of our arms, 
 
 Has avifcn fnperior to hate and detraction : 
 Here, Virtue and Reafon need feel no alarms, 
 
 from the threats of French gas, nor the pow r of French 
 
 faction : 
 
 We re ,\ World feparate, 
 A kingdom each fhitf 
 And in numbers, and means, are invincibly great. 
 
 And ne er, &C. 
 France fays we re Divided ! and views us her prey I 
 
 But to ihc-w her our fcern, and convince her of error, 
 Tis the pure fire of heaven now lends us its ray, 
 
 Light up Truth in her glory, and Vice ftrikes with terror; 
 She fliall fee, feel, and fear, 
 That the moment is near, 
 When our country will" live, herfelf fink, difeppear ! 
 
 e fbatne\r^ &C. 
 
 The great chief of Columbia, JOHN ADAMS, fliall be, 
 Supported by All who deleft broil and fadion ;
 
 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. ,327 
 
 And the world will admire, as our Union they fee 
 feeling all with one foul and impelled by oiiea&iou : 
 E er determined to fight 
 To maintain ev ry right, 
 And Columbia guard fafe from all Europe s defpitc ! 
 
 No ! ne er &C. 
 Shall the proud Cock of Gallia e er crow among our hens ? 
 
 Shall he tread on our foil, to impregnate pollution ? 
 We will foon wring his neck if he s feen thro the lens* 
 And thus rid all mankind of a banelul delufion ; 
 Tho extinction we hate, 
 Yet to ioften his fate, 
 Shall his own guilioiine his curs d fpirit tranflate ! 
 
 And ne er, &C. 
 
 And has not great WASHINGTON, offer d again, 
 To lead, and to march, in fupport of our nation ! 
 Then, Americans, roule ! to the field and the main, 
 
 And there cruih ev ry wretch that oppofes your fUtion 1 
 Let your cannon and fword, 
 All protection afford 
 Shew your firmnefs, your courage fo fam d fo ador d. 
 
 Swear ne er, &c. 
 Woods and rocks, round ourfhores, fliould occafion e er be, 
 
 Would by, inftindt, at once form a navy and a barrier: 
 And the fowls of the air, and the fifli of the fea, 
 
 Would repel ev ry Talleyrand, Marat, and Carrier : 
 Not a beaft of the field. 
 Nor an mfcCt would yield, 
 Till their life on the (hrine of their country they feal d ! 
 
 No ne er, itfc. 
 Old Neptune, enrag d, from the ocean would rife, 
 
 And o erwhelm ev ry foe that fhould dare an iuvaiion ; 
 And Jove would his thunder-bolts hurl from the flcies 
 And Olympus would arm in defence of our nation ! 
 From the grave would afcend 
 Ev ry patriot friend, 
 Who Columbia s liberties died to defend ! 
 
 No ne er, &c. 
 Bellona o er Europe may drive her fierce car, 
 
 And with anarch keep up a bload-thirfty commotion; 
 The/ the horrors of carnage, and mis ries of war, 
 
 May keep foreign clime* to the death-ftriking motion ;
 
 -328 NEW PATRIOTIC SONGS. 
 
 Our Columbia, in peace, 
 Will be gath ring the fleece: 
 And, in war, fliall her wealth, firength and power inerea/e ! 
 
 And ne er i &C. 
 Intrigue and Sedition fliall ne er cut the band 
 
 That encircles our Government, Laws, Faith and 
 
 Union ! 
 
 We ll fupport ev ry Claim on the ocean and land, 
 And with Wifdom and Juftice e er be in commotion ! 
 Then let this be our cry 
 That " Divided we die : 
 
 41 And, United we fear not a foe neath the fky !" 
 And >a\r Jkall Colun.bia bs robbed of a right, 
 
 t tbfjun Tula tbt ttay } or tbt won rulti the niakt I
 
 INDEX. 
 
 And did you not hear of a jolly yeung waterman, 3 
 
 A kernel from an apples core, 13 
 
 A plague take all fuch grumbling elves, 18 
 
 A!i me ! what filly things you are, 3 r 
 
 At a jovial meeling of Gods, 34 
 
 A bed of mofs we ll ftr.iight prepare, 38 
 
 A plague of thofe mufty old lubbers, 47 
 
 A failor s life is void of art, 49 
 
 As Dermot toil d one fummer s day, 50 
 
 A tinker I am, 60 
 
 Art one of thofe mad wags 61 
 
 A novice in love, 62 
 
 Arni d v.ith jav lin, arm d with dart, 74 
 
 At fir ft like an infant appearing, ;($ 
 
 A failor s life is a life of woe, 82 
 
 Away and join the rendezvous, 83 
 
 Alas where fliall I comfort find, 8? 
 
 Abergavney is fine, 92 
 
 And did you hear what fad disaftcr, 112 
 
 A failor, and an honeft heart, 112 
 
 Away, paie fear and ghaftly terror, 114 
 
 Ah let not an inftant, 114 
 
 An infant defencelefs, of fuccour bereft, i2i 
 
 Adieu, adieu, my only life, 29 
 
 Avert yon omen, gracious heaven, ijy 
 
 Alas ! the battle s loft and won, 164 
 
 Adieu my gallant failor, 164 
 
 Arrah if tis no lie in this world, _ 166 
 
 A mighty Sultan once for fun, 170 
 
 Alas ! where is my love gone, 176 
 
 A word in your ear if you pleafe Mr, Fop, 1 33 
 
 As wit and Beauty for an hour, 3 95 
 
 Ah, have you forgot then, 206 
 
 A faying twas, when I was young, 207 
 
 Alas! when once the book of life, aoS 
 
 A while in ev ry nation, ai i 
 
 As dulcet found on cether floats 330.
 
 a INDEX. 
 
 A watchman I am, t^i 
 
 All endeavors fruitlefs prove, 233 
 
 A fliepherd long figh d, 337 
 
 Anacreon tells us, 249 
 
 A bard in yonder corner fee, 284 
 As a plain cafe in point is the beft way of explaining, 239 
 
 A fup of good whiiky will make you glad, 393 
 
 B 
 
 Blow high, blow loir, let tempefh tear, 6 
 
 Brother foldier why cafl down 19 
 
 By love and fortune guided, 29 
 
 Bright gems that twinkle from afar 32 
 
 By rogusry, tis true, 41 
 
 Behold the fairies jocund band, jS 
 
 Be it known to all thofe, 75 
 
 Ben Backfliy lov d the gentle Anne, 91 
 
 Bold Jack the failor here I come, 133 
 
 Bards call themfelves a heav nly race, 141 
 
 Bled friendship hail ! 149 
 
 But, perhaps thus boldly expofing each e!f, 1 51 
 
 Beauty I fell, who ll buy, 152 
 
 Bleak was the morn, 167 
 
 Be others the ungracious taflc, 2-cj 
 
 Bacchus come, thy vot ry own me, 2C9 
 
 Be quiet that blackbird and thrufli, 220 
 
 Befecch ye, would ye, 244 
 
 Behold two mighty chiefs advance, 304 
 
 Come all ye gem men volunteers 8 
 
 Come every man now give his toaft, 9, 
 
 Come here ye rich, 25 
 
 Curtis was old Hodge s wife, 28 
 
 Come, courage lads, and drink away, 38 
 
 Chairs to mend, old chairs to mend, S 9 
 
 Come around me and weep, 80 
 
 Come painter with thy happieft flight, 81 
 
 Crown me Bacchus, mighty god, 9? 
 
 Cotchelin fet all alone, 106 
 
 Ce ia s an angel, by her face, 116 
 
 Curfed be the fordid wretch of yore, 123 
 
 Come all you maids who fain would marry, 084 
 
 Come all h.inds ahoy to the anchor, 193 
 
 Contentment loft each others treafure, 03
 
 INDEX. Hi 
 
 Come here ye fair, 203 
 
 Cupid, cried Vulcan, tis no jeft, 204 
 
 Come away then at my eall, 221 
 
 Come buy my ftraw, 243 
 
 Come here, come here, my pretty dear, 292 
 
 Come round me ye JafTes, 300 
 
 Come all who lore, 301 
 
 Come all grenadiers whom your country invites, 313 
 
 Columbians ail j the prefent hour, 320 
 
 Come genius of our happy land, 322 
 
 D 
 
 Did fortune bid me chufe a ftate, 36 
 
 Do falmons love a lucid ftream, 47 
 
 Dear Yanko fay, and true he fay, 97 
 
 Devoted to Celia, 122 
 
 Dear John prithee tell me 157 
 
 Dapper Ted Tattoo is my natty name, i6r 
 
 Don t you fee that as how, 2^6 
 
 Dick Dock, a tar at Greenwfch moor d, 307 
 
 Dsar Maudlin come give me bright guineas, 309 
 
 E 
 
 Excufe me, pray ye do, dear neighbour, l6 
 
 F 
 
 For dainties I ve had of them all, 
 From prudence let my joys take birth, 
 Firft chufe a pretty melody, 
 Tar from ftrife and loves alarms, 
 Forgive me if thus I prefuming, 
 Far removed from noife and fraoak, 
 For wedlock s a royage, 
 For I am the girl that was made for my Joe, 
 Fine fport, indeed, for god and godlin, 
 
 G 
 
 Go patters to lubbers and fwabs d ye fee, (,n 
 
 Give round the word difmount, I2 c 
 
 Go, proud lover go, 20 r 
 
 Gay Bacchus, and Mercury, and I, 209 
 
 Give ear to me, both high and low, 23?
 
 iSr INDEX, 
 
 H 
 
 Mere s all her geer, 14 
 
 How kind and how good of his dear majefty, 26 
 
 Here lleepsin peace, 3Z 
 
 Mere I was my good matters, 35 
 
 Here lies a philofopher, knowing and brave, 8? 
 How much I love thee girl would ft know, 
 
 Here a fheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, 106 
 
 Hark the din of war, 134 
 
 He ran to the farm yard, and there bit a hog, r/7 
 
 Haughty Celia, ftill clifdaining, 236 
 
 Hear the merry minftrel found, 247 
 
 How happy fhe, 343 
 
 Have you heard of the tax, 3 
 
 Hail Columbia ! happy land, 3*3 
 
 I 
 
 I faw what feem d a harmlefs child, 
 
 I ideed mils, fuch fweethearts as I am, 
 
 I locked up all my treafure, 
 
 I loft my poor mother, 
 
 I fail d in the good fliip the Kitty, 
 
 If tis to wifli you near, 
 
 In all your dealings take good care, 
 
 I ll mount the cliffs, 
 
 Is t my ftory you d know, 
 
 Jack Ratlin was the ableft feaman, 
 
 Is it little Tom Thumb you mean, 
 
 I thought we were fiddle and bow, 
 
 I fing of a war fet on foot for a toy, 
 
 I iing UlyfTes and thole chiefs, 
 
 I ve made to marches Mars defcend, 
 
 In l j aris, as in London, 5 8 
 
 I am a jolly fifherman, 
 
 I fail d from the downs in the Nancy, 
 
 I m jolly Dick the lamplighter, 9? 
 
 I am the world s epitome, 
 
 I was d ye fee a waterman, 
 
 I vow I thought you, at fir ft fight, 
 
 I went to fea with heavy heart, 
 
 J pray you when your iweetheart pouts, 
 
 If my hearty, 
 
 In which of all thy various joys, 
 
 If tars of their money are lavifh,
 
 INDEX. * 
 
 I he one of thy failors, 130 
 
 I was the pride of all the Thames, 13 1 
 
 I m dafhing Dick the duftman, 137 
 
 If bold and brave, 138 
 
 In peace, when fprightly drum and fife, 14^ 
 
 Jack dances and tings, 14? 
 
 I that once was a ploughman, i>"4 
 
 In the motly feather d race, 171 
 
 I fmg of that lift- of delight, i74 
 
 I am a chairman my name is Mc Gee, 181 
 
 I ve health, and I have fpirits too, 183 
 
 In vain, dear friends, 203 
 
 In the month of may, ia 
 
 I made a promife to be wife, 213 
 
 If ever a failor was fond of good fport, 216 
 
 In ev ry fertile valley, 236 
 
 I m up to all your tricks, my dear, . S3? 
 
 Infpir d by fo great a duty, 24.5 
 
 In one thou dft find variety, 2J4 
 
 If you ll only juft promife, aj5 
 
 I thought and I ve faid it, 59 
 
 J never fhall lurvive it, cried Lumkin in defpair, 262 
 
 If lubberly landfmen, 267 
 Is t my country you d know, I m an Irifhman born, 269 
 
 I m a cook for the public, 275 
 
 I am one of thofe pretty tonifb fmarts, 17* 
 
 I ve heard, cried out one, a8o 
 
 Let your courage boy be true t ye, 32 
 
 Look fairly all the world around, 75 
 
 Let bards elate, 85 
 
 Like a very gallant will I compliment all, 120 
 
 Lovely woman, pri lc of nature, 135 
 
 Let fons of floih dream time away, 158 
 
 Ladies and gentlemen I m a beau, 162 
 
 Life s a jt ft, fays the poet, 1 68 
 
 L-nvyers pay you with words, 175 
 
 Love s a cheat ; we over rate it 200 
 
 Lord what be all the rich and great, 223 
 
 Life s as like as can be to an Irifh wake, 37* 
 
 Look all over the worid, 281 
 
 Life s general chafe, 233 
 
 Lo ! I quit my native {Lies, 319
 
 vl INDEX. 
 
 M 
 
 Madam, you know my trade is war, ja 
 
 My lord, and pleafe you, he and I, jo 
 
 My name is Ttd Blarney, I ll be bound, 27 
 
 My tears alas! I cannot fpeak, 3O 
 
 Mankind all get drunk, j6 o 
 My bofom is proof, 
 Meek I ll !)e as Venus dove, 
 My grandfather s grandiather, 5,97 
 
 N 
 
 Nofegays I cry, and though little you pay, 64 
 
 Now you fiiall fee what you fiiall fee, 260 
 
 No more of waves and winds the fport, 277 
 
 O 
 
 Orra no talk, no fay fine word, 7 
 
 O think on the time, ^0 
 
 Of all fenfations pity brings, gg 
 
 Of the ancients is t fpeaking, 94 
 
 Once on a time to mighty Jove, joS 
 
 Our Jupiter has near his throne, 116 
 
 One negro, wi my banjer, 140 
 
 Oh money, thou maftcr of all things here below, 175 
 
 On Cochetini loves attend, jgo 
 
 Oh. the camp s delightful rigs, 1^6 
 
 Oft has the world been well defin dj 214 
 
 On Olympus blue fummit, 263 
 
 Oh yts, oh yes, oh yes, 237 
 
 Our country s our ihip d ye fee, 317 
 
 P 
 
 Parents may fairly thank themfelves,. 26 
 
 Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear, 37 
 
 Pafiion is a torrent rude, 38 
 
 Propitious gods that rule our fate, 114 
 
 Poor Ptsgy lov d a foldier lac?, 153 
 
 Pray ladies think not I prefume,. 185 
 
 Praife is a mirror, 301 
 
 Poor negro fay one ting you no take offence, 299 
 
 Poll dang t how d ye !o, 3c* 
 
 Poets may fmg of their Helicon ftreams, 14 
 
 R 
 
 Refplendent gleam d the ?mple moon, 9 
 
 Rail on at joys that are net thine, 19
 
 INDEX. vii 
 
 s 
 
 Sing the loves of John and Jean, 20 
 
 See the courfe throng d with gazers, 46 
 
 Sweet ditties would my Patty fing, 5 
 
 Says Fanuy wilt thou go with me, 03 
 
 Smiling grog is the failor s bell hope, 71 
 
 Say fluttering heart, 77 
 
 Sure ent the world a mafquerade, 9^ 
 
 Sweet is the dew drop on the thorn, 9t 
 
 Such as love holy hermits bear, 124 
 
 So fweet I ll dre fs my Zootka fair, 146 
 
 Sweet fung the lark, high poif d in air, i j6 
 
 Spankirg Jack \vas 1 ocomeiy, Ie>5 
 
 Such ufage as this is. what; wife but myfelf, 305 
 
 She who linked by her fate, 206 
 
 Swi-etly, fwcetly, let s enjoy, 2IO 
 
 Since Zcph rus rirft taftfd the charms of coy Flora, 218 
 
 Says me father, favs he one day to I, 228 
 
 Since artful man lo oil betrays, 237 
 
 Sportfmen who arc Haunch and true, 242 
 
 Svvtet is the fliip that under fail, 24$ 
 
 See, fee to join the revel rout, 247 
 
 Say foldkrs which of glorv t charms, 249 
 
 Standing one day on the Towtr Slip, 2^3 
 
 T 
 
 There v/as a miller s daughter, T 
 
 Two youths ! ,ir n-v love are contending in vain, 2 
 
 Then farewell my trim huitt wherry, 4 
 
 Twas in a vil aee, ne-ir Cafr cbury, 4 
 
 The wor.d s a {trang<" world, 5 
 
 The little oirds as wet! as you, 6 
 
 That nature every vv here s the fame, 7 
 
 The mo.B MK Aurorapecp d iu -J my room, 8 
 
 There was a joily fliepheid lad, 15 
 
 They tell me you lirtcu to all that he fays, 17 
 
 Tis truethat oft, in the fame mead, 18 
 
 Twas not her eyes, 2Z 
 
 Tnis life is like a troubled fea, 27 
 
 The riling fun Lyfan^cr found, 30 
 
 The coy P^flora Damon woo d, 3 I 
 
 The fun s a f: -.(.-mafou, 33 
 
 The ladies r .- -,. r..v,v a days, 35 
 
 Tliau U heard thofe old proverbs, 3$
 
 viii INDEX. 
 
 This, this my lad s a foldiers life, 51 
 
 That al] the world is up in arms, 53. 
 
 Thou man of rirmnefs turn this way, 5J 
 
 Theyouuker, who his firflefTay, 64 
 
 Tis laid we venturous ciie hard s, 6$ 
 
 The grey ey d Aurora, 66 
 
 The fpaugled green cnufcfled the morn, 68 
 
 That girl who fain would chuie a mace, 77 
 
 Twas in the good fhip Rover, 78 
 
 The morning breaks, 79 
 
 Tis true :he marks of many years, 80 
 
 To Bachelor s ha 1 we good fellows invite, 84 
 
 T\vas S.Uurday night the twinkling ftars, 80 
 
 Than marriage and mufic, 87 
 
 The wind \\as l.L.iiru die fleecy wave, 89 
 
 To1o$k upondrefa, 103 
 
 The florin had c<.. , 107 
 
 The boatfwain ca s, the wind ib fair, iio 
 
 Truly friend Gil liioa thoofed well, 1 14 
 
 This life s a -. aj s purnev, ilj 
 
 The win;! b!e\v hard, Ji7 
 
 To a flight ccmmon wound, 123 
 
 To afk wuld you come for to go, r*6 
 
 The fun s defccnding in the wave, 13! 
 
 The wind was luifh d, i j4 
 
 Two real tars whom duty call d, 156 
 
 Tise tar s ajoMy t;:r that can band, *43 
 
 Time was, for oil tiicrr. was a time, !<i5 
 
 Tight lads hive I fail\! with, 151 
 
 To the plain, to the plai.., hark! J^3 
 
 Tl:e (>eafant in his humble cot, l,5 
 
 Th;s here .- what I d-.ts, 74 
 To be mad for a bufbaod, 
 
 To ev ry fav iitt village fpi rt, J ^* 
 The falcon, row ring liigb in air, 
 
 This :i,i- i-. like a country dance, 1*4 
 
 The pafi u fc hell vas hraid to toll, 1^ 
 
 The i unje iio.nVy iMir.u ring, J 94 
 
 Too yielding a c< ; . ajc, 2 ^ 
 Tiicre s fq.ucthing in women, 
 TcU me- aeighbour, ;:li me plain, 
 This fh-angc cmuti: n at my heart, 
 The hitc/f wa "reih, the fliip in flays, 
 Tht marual pomn. 
 
 The world a good thing, I 9
 
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