Oh, Erin, my country! though sad and forsaken, And sigh for the friends I shall never see more. And thou, cruel fate, wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace, where no peril can chase me,Ah, never again shall my brothers embrace me,They died to defend me, or live to deplore. Where now is my cabin-door, so fast by the wild wood? Sisters and sire all weep for its fall, Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood? But yet, all its fond recollections suppressing, HERE'S A HEALTH. HERE'S a health to all good lasses, THE POST CAPTAIN. WHEN Steerwell heard me first impart When first a little cabin-boy on board the Fame, While ten jolly tars with musical Joe, Hove the anchor a-peek, singing yeo, heave, yeo, yeo, &c. The hand top-ga'ntsails next he learn'd, Which mark'd him for promotion. And none to the pilot e'er answer'd like he, When he gave the command, hard a-port helm a-lee, Luff, boy, luff, keep her near, Clear the buoy, make the pier, None to the pilot e'er answered like he, When he gave the command in the pool, or at sea, Hard a-port, helm a-lee. For valour, skill, and worth renown'd; The foe he oft defeated; And now with fame and fortune crown'd, Who, should our injur'd country bleed, Now blest with peace, if beauty plead, He'll prove his heart is tender. Unaw'd, yet mild, to high and low, All the fleet drink his health. Priz'd be such hearts, for aloft they will go, BOUND 'PRENTICE TO A WATERMAN. BOUND 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row, But, bless your heart, I always was so gay, That to treat a little water-nymph, that took my heart in tow, I ran myself a bit in debt, and then I ran away. Singing ri fol, &c. Board of man of war I enter'd next, and learn'd to quaff good flip, And far from home we scudded on so gay, I ran my rigs, but lik'd so well my captain, crew, and ship, That run what will, why, dam-me, if ever I run away. Singing ri fol, &c. With Nelson I've sail'd the world around, and learn'd a bit to fight, But somehow a prisoner I was ta'en. So, when my Spanish jailor to my dungeon show's a light, I just blinded both his peepers, and I run away again. Singing ri fol, &c. I've run many risks in life, on ocean and on shore, And fighting in old England's cause, I'll run as many more, But let me meet ten thousand foes, will never run away. Singing ri fol, &c. FAIREST OF THE FAIR. O NANNIE, wilt thou gang wi' me, Nae langer deck'd wi' jewels rare, O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa, O Nannie, canst thou love so true, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? THE DEATH OF NELSON. O'ER Nelson's tomb, with silent grief oppress'd, Britannia mourn'd her hero, now at rest, But those bright laurels ne'er shall fade with years, Whose leaves are water'd by a nation's tears. "Twas in Trafalgar's bay, We saw the Frenchmen lay, Each heart was bounding then ; We scorn'd the foreign yoke, And hearts of oak our men. Our Nelson mark'd them on the wave, 66 And now the cannons roar Our Nelson led the way, For vic'try crown'd the day. |