페이지 이미지
PDF

When often beset by this beauty and that,
My tongue in their praise never faulter'd;

With each one I chatter'd,and humour'd their chat,
Yet still my fond heart never alter'd;

No, no; for in whatever climate or place,
I chanc'd, when a lover, to dally,

I saw in my fancy the beautiful face
Of Sally, my sweet pretty Sally,
The maid of the green, pretty Sally.

And ever shall she be the pride of my song,
Whose constancy nothing could sever;

For tho' far away from my charmer so long,
Her love was as faithful as ever;

Then come to my bosom thou maiden divine,
A passion so true who can rally?

For thee I will splendor and riches resign,'
For Sally, my sweet pretty Sally,
The maid of the green, pretty Sally.

I WAS, d'ye see, a waterman,
As tight and spruce as any,
•Twixt Richmond town
And Horsley-down
I earn'd an honest penny:
None could of Fortune's favours brag

More than could lucky I;
My cot was snug, well fill'd my cag,
My gruhter in the stye.
With wherry tight,
And bosom light,

I cheeri cheerfully did row;

[graphic]

And, to complete this .princely life,
Sure never man had friend and wife

Like Poll and my Partner Joe.

T roll'd in joys like these a while,
Folks far and near caress'd me,
Till, woe is me,
So lubberly,
The press-gang came and prcss'd me.
How could I all these pleasures leave I

How with my wherry part!
I never .so took on to grieve:
It wrung my very heart.
But, when on board,
They gave the word,
To foreign parts to go,

I ru'd the moment I was born, That ever I should thus be torn, From Poll and my Partner Joe.

I did my duty manfully,

While on the billows rolling;
And, night or day,
Could tind my way,
Blind-fold to the main-top-bowling.
Thus all the dangers of the main,
Quicksands, and gales of wind,
I brav'd, in hopes to taste again
The joys I left behind.
In climes afar,
The hottest war,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

Pour'd broadsides ou the foe,
In hopes these perils to relate
As by my side attentive sate

My Poll and my Partner Joe.

At last it pleas'd his Majesty

To give peace to the nation;

And honest hearts,

From foreign parts,

Come home for consolation.

like lightning—for I felt new life,

Now safe from all alarms—
I rush'd, and found my friend a*d wife
Lock'd in each other's arias!
Yet fancy not
I bore my lot
Tame, like a lubber:—No;
For, seeing I was finely trick'd,
Plump to the devil I fairly kick'i
My Poll and my Partner Joe.

YOU gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon the dangers of the

seas; Give ear unto the mariners, and they will plainly

snow ill the car** and the fears, \VJien the stormy winds do blow.

If enemies expose ns, when England is at wars With any foreigu nations, we fear no wounds or

tears; Our roaring guns shall teach them our valour for

to know, Whilst they reel on the keel, When the stormy winds do blow.

Then courage all hraTe mariners, and never be;

afraid, Whilst we have bold adventurers we ne'er shall

want a trade: Our merchants will employ ns to bring then*

wealth we know, Then be bold, work for gold, When the stormy winds do blow.

JII HUE gentle maid of whom I sing,
-I*- Onceliv'dwhereTweed'sbluewaterswave,
Bu,t now the modest flower of spring

Hang* weeping o'er her dewy grave.
Fend: nymphs! of Mary's fate bewnre,

Of perjur'd William's vows take heed, Lest you should love and then despair,

Like gentle Mary of the Tweed.

Tho' long he woo'd the lovely maid, ,

And she was faithful in return, To every sense of honour dead,

He fled and left the fair to mourn.

x 2 Alarm'd Alarin'd at her false lover's flight,

Her lair companions sought the mead,

To sink the hopes, in endless night,
Of gentle Alary of the Tweed.

She heard—but scorning to upbraid,
Slie breath'd alone the secret sigh,

For graceful pride indue'd the maid

. To hide her wrongs from ev'ry eye.

Here, iu these shades, a prey to grief,
She tuu'd to plaintive strains the reed;

Till death from woe, a blest relief,
Smote gentle -Mary of the Tweed.

Now in the turf-bound grave at rest,

Where yondar willow droops its head. With hopeless care no more oppress'd,

She steeps beneath the waving shade. The cruel wrongs are all forgot

Which fore'd her virgin heart to bleed: Fond nymphs! be yours a milder lot

Than gentle Mary's of the Tweed.

VII TOE table clear'd, the wine was brought,
J"- Says Dick to Tom now that's your sort,

Come bring the gingling glasses, let Love and Fancy guess the rest;

Come fill a bumper of the best,

And toast our lav rite lasses.

[ocr errors]
« 이전계속 »