TRIO.-The 'SQUIRE, THOMAS, and SALLY. 'Squire. Saucy rascal, this intrusion

You shall answer to your cost: Bully'd!-scandaliz'd!-confusion! All my schemes and wishes cross'd. Thomas. Hark you, master, keep your distance; 'Sblood! take notice what I say: There's the channel, no resistance, Tack about, and bear away. Would you wrest our freedom from us? Now my heart has lost its fear: Oh! my best, my dearest Thomas, Sure some angel brought you here.

Sally.

[Exit.

Endures the cold and cutting blast;
All dripping wet, wears out the night,
And braves the fury of the fight.
For this the virgin pines and sighs,

With throbbing heart, and streaming eyes;
Till sweet reverse of joy she proves,

And clasps the faithful lad she loves.
Ye British youths, be brave, you'll find,
The British virgins will be kind;
Protect their beauty from alarms,

And they'll repay you with its charms.

[Exeunt

On land and main, their malice I'll oppose.