SINCE

our foes to invade us have long been preparing,

'Tis clear they consider we've something worth sharing,

And for that mean to visit our shore;

It behoves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em; And tho' 'twill be nothing uncommon to beat 'em, We must try how they'll take it once more.

So fill,fill your glasses,and be this the toast given, Here'sEngland for ever, the land,boys,we live in.

Here's a health to our tars on the wild ocean raging,

Perhaps even now some broadsides are exchang

ing,

We'll on shipboard and join in the fight;" And when with the foe we are firmly engaging, Till the fire of our guns lulls the sea in its raging, On our country we'll think with delight.

On that throne where once Alfred in glory was scated,

Long, long may our King by his people be greeted, O, to guard him we'll be of one mind!

May Religion, Law, Order, be strictly defended, And continue the blessings they first were intended,

In union the nation to bind.

WH

HEN scarce a handspike high,
Death with old Dad made free;

So what does I do, d'ye see,

But I packs it off to sea:

Savs

Says I to sweetheart Poll,
If ever I come back,

We'll laugh and sing, tol de rol lol,
If not, remember Jack.

I'd fortin smooth and rough,

The wind would chop and veer,
"Till hard knocks I'd nab'd enough,
On board of a privateer!
Propt with a wooden peg,

Poll, I thought would bid me pack ;
So was forc'd, d'ye see, to beg,
And it was, pray remember Jack.

I ax'd as folks hove by,

And show'd my wooden pin;
Young girls would sometimes sight,
And gaping lubbers grin.
In vain I'd often bawl,

My hopes were ta'en aback,
And
my share of coppers small,

So pray remember Jack.

One day my lockers bare,
And toggs all tatter'd grown,
I twigg'd a pinnace fair,

"come back!"

Well rigg'd, a-bearing down.
"Twas Poll, she look'd so spruce,
"What! thus," says she,
My tongue forgot it's use,
And pray remember Jack.

What matters much to prate!
She'd shiners sav'd a few;

Soon I became her mate,

Warn't Poll a sweetheart true?

Then

Then a friend I'd serv'd before,
From a long voyage trips back,
Shar'd with his gold galore,

For he well remember'd Jack.

So that tho'f I lost my leg,
It seem'd to fortin mend,
And when forc'd, d'ye see, to beg,
I gain'd a wife and friend.
Here's the King, Old England, Poll!
My Shipmate just come back,
Then laugh and sing, tol de rol lol,
And pray remember Jack.

IDE over the tremulous sea

WID

The moon spread her mantle of light,

And the gale gently dying away,
Breath'd soft on the bosom of night:
On the forecastle Maraton stood,
And pour'd forth his sorrowful tale;
His tears fell unseen in the flood,

His sighs pass'd unheard in the gale.

Ah, wretch! in his anguish he cry'd,
From country and liberty torn;
Ah! Maraton, would thou hadst died,

Ere o'er the salt waves thou wert borne:
Flow, ye tears, down my cheeks ever flow,
Soft sleep from mine eye-lids depart,
And still let the arrow of woe

Drink deep of the stream of my heart.

But

But hark!-on the silence of night,
My Adela's accents I hear!
And, mournful, beneath the wan light,
I see her lov'd image appear;
O, Maraton!-haste thee, she cries,
Here the reign of oppression is o'er;
The tyrant is robb'd of his prize,
And Adela sorrows no more.

SEE

EE the dawn how it rises, in golden array, While the horn sounds the summons to join in the chase;

Hark, the dogs, with their horses, now welcomė

the day,

When with sport and true concord we hunters

embrace.

The hounds are abroad, see the breaking of day; From the cover, the cover, unkennel the fox, Attend to the cry, hark away, hark away,

We'll bound over mountains and rocks.

While we sweep o'er the hills, or the mountains ascend,

Or through rapid rivers our steeds swiftly guide, No danger we fear that can hunting attend, True courage was ne'er to a sportsman denied. The hounds are abroad, &c.

Then leave,for a while, the soft arms of your fair ;
See Aurora, to tempt you, has nature display'd;
The sports of Diana the morning must share,
Then to friendship and love let due tribute he
paid.

The hounds are abroad, &c.
LET

IET bards elate of Sue and Kate,

And Moggy take their fill, O;

And pleas'd rehearse in jingling verse,
The Lass of Richmond Hill, O,
The Lass of Richmond Hill, O.
A lass more bright, my am'rous flight,
Impell'd by love's fond workings,
Shall fondly sing, like any thing,

'Tis charming Peggy Perkins.

Peggy Perkins, &c.

Some men compare the fav'rite fair
Το every thing in nature;

Her eyes divine, are suns that shine,

And so on with each feature.

Leave, leave, ye fools, these hackney'd rules,
And all such subtile quirkings;

Sun, moon, and stars, are all a farce,

Compar'd to Peggy Perkins.

Peggy Perkins, &c.

Each twanging dart that through my heart
From Cupid's bow has morric'd,

Were it a tree-why I should be

For all the world a forest!

Five hundred fops with shrugs and hops,
And leers, and smiles, and smirkings,
Most willing she would leave for me-
Oh what a Peggy Perkins!

Peggy Perkins, &c.

A ROSE