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Tho' humble my lot, calm content gilds the scene* For my fair one delights in the grove;

And a palace I'd quit tor a dance on the green, With the sweet little girl that I love.

The rose on her cheeks, &c.

No ambition I know but to call her my own;

No tame but her praise wish to prove; My happiness centres in Fanny alone;

She 's the sweet little girl that I lave.

The rose on her cheeks, &c.

A PLAGUE on those musty old lubbers,
Who tell us to fast and to think,
And with patience fall in with life's rubbers,

With nothing but water to drink.
A can of good stuff had they twigg'd it,

Twould have set them with pleasure agog;
And, spijjht of the rules
Of the schools,
The old fools
Wou'd all of 'em swigg'd it,

And swore there was nothing like grog.

My father, when last I from Guinea

Return'd, with abundance of wealth,
Cry'd Jack, never he such a ninny

To drink—said I, Daddy, your health;
So I shpw'd hiin the stuff, and he twigg'd it,
And it set the old codger agog;

And he swigg'd, and mother,
And sister, and brother,
And I swigg'd, and all of us swigg'd it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.

T'other T'other day, as the chaplain was preaching.

Behind him I curiously slunk;
And while he our duty was teaching,

As how we shou'd never get drunk,
I show'd him the stuff, aud he twigg'd it,

And it soon set his rev'rence agog,

And he swigg'd, and Nick swiggll, And Ben swigg'd, and Dick swigg<jr And I swigg'd, and all of us swigg'd it,

And swore there was nothing like grog.

Then trust me, there's nothing like diHikins,

So pleasant qn this side the grave;
It keeps the unhappy from thinking,

And makes e'en more valiant the brave;
As for me, from the moment I twigg'd it,
The good stuff has so set me agog,
Sick or well, late and early,
Wind foully or fairly,
Helm a-lee or a weather,
For hours together,
I've constantly swigg'd it,

And, damn me, there's nothing like grog

WHEN in war, on the ocean we meet the proud foe,'

Tlio' with ardour for conquest onr bosoms may

glow; Let as see on their vessels old England's flag wave, They shall tind British sailors but conquer to save f u 3 See

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See their tri-colour'd ensigns we view from afar,
With three cheers they are welcom'd by each Bri-
tish tar;
While the genins of Britain still bids us advance,
Our guns hurl in thunders defiance to France.

But mark the last broadside!—she sinks! down

she goes! Quickly man all your boats, they no longer are

foes; To snatch a brave fellow from a wat'ry grave, Is worthy of Britons—who conquer to save.

Happy land! thou hast now in defence of thy rights. Brave Nelson, who the man and the hero unite*; The friend to the wretched: the boast of the brave; He lives but to conquer, and conquers to save!

WHEN Orpheus went down to the regions
below,
Which men are forbidden to see;
He tun'd up his lyre, as old histories show,
To set his Eurydice free,
To set his Euryd ice free. •

All hell was astonish'd a peison so wise

Should rashly endanger his life, And venture so far; but how vast their surprise!

When they heard that he came for his wifel How vast their surprise!

When they heard that he came for his wife!

To To find out a punishment due to his fault,

Old Pluto long puzzled his brain; But hell had not torments sufficient, he thought;

So he gave him his wife back again.

But pity succeeding found place in his heart;

And, pleas'd with his playing so well, lie took her again in reward of his art;

Such merit had music in hell!

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WHEN the drum beats to arms, each bold
British Tar
Bids farewell to his girl, wife, or friend;
Courageously flies to the dangers of war,

His Country and King to defend;
His heart burns for victlry, for houour, and gain,

DeterminM his foes to subdue; Thus flies to the bulwarks that sail on the main, None can equal the courage of true blue.

How noble is the sight of the grand British fleet,

As down channel their course they do steer! Each true British Tar longs his enemy to meet,

No storms nor no dangers does fear; His heartburns for vict'ry.for honour, and gain,

Deteriuin'd his foes to subdue; Thus flies to the bulwarks that sail on the main,

None can equal the courage of true blue.

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If our enemies should dare to meet us once more,

Like lightning to our quarters we'll fly; Like thunder in the air our great guns (hey shalV roar,

Determinrd to conquer or die. Our officers and tars they are valiant and brave;

Our admirals arc loyal and true; They die by theirguns, Britain's rights to maintain,

None can equal the courage of true blue.

If yard-arm and yard-arm alongside of our foes,.

Our strong floating batteries should lie;
If our enemies should sink and chance down tago,

To our boats then we instantly fly.
In time of distress all assistance we give;

All dangers we eagerly pursue,
Our foes for to save from their wat'ry grave;

None can equal the courage of true blue.

When our prize we have taken, and made our own,

• For some port then we gloriously steer; When the harbour we havegain'd, and arriv'd safe at home, We give our admirals three cheers. We drink a good health to our kind loving wives, And each pretty girl that's constant and true; Now this is the way that we spend our lives, None can equal the courage of true blue.

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