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When often beset by this beauty and that,
With each one I chatter'd,and humour'd their chat,
No, no; for in whatever climate or place,
I saw in my fancy the beautiful face
And ever shall she be the pride of my song,
For tho' far away from my charmer so long,
Then come to my bosom thou maiden divine,
For thee I will splendor and riches resign,'
I WAS, d'ye see, a waterman,
More than could lucky I;
I cheeri cheerfully did row;
And, to complete this .princely life,
Like Poll and my Partner Joe.
T roll'd in joys like these a while,
How with my wherry part!
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;
Pour'd broadsides ou the foe,
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—
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,
Hang* weeping o'er her dewy grave.
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,
She heard—but scorning to upbraid,
For graceful pride indue'd the maid
. To hide her wrongs from ev'ry eye.
Here, iu these shades, a prey to grief,
Till death from woe, a blest relief,
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,
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.