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Then here's fo smiling black ey'd Sue,
The girl that's made for me and you;

The paragon of beauty;
In her the graces all combine,
A sparkling rye, a form divine,

Tbe gods hare done their duty.

Next thew a glass to bonny Bess,
A girl of spunk, we can't do less

Tlian prize her as a treasure;
So here's the wench with three times three,
The kiss well form'd for love and me,

Ye Bipeds, wliat a treasure.

Choice spirits own that this is life,
Yet bless the sacred name of wife,

If .Toon, Kate, Nance, or Molly:
Good wine inspires, do what ye can,
And tcaclics us to play the man,

So drink, and let's be jolly.

Fwas far rctir'd from noise and smoke,
O hark! I hear the woodman's stroke,
Who dreams not as he fells the oak,
What mischief dire he brews;
What art may shape the falling trees,
In aid of luxury or ease,
He weighs not matters such as these,
But sings, and hacks, and hews.

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The tree wow fell'd by this good man,'
Perhaps may form the spruce sedan,
Or wlieelbarrow, where Oyster Nan

So vulgar runs her rig;
The stage, where boxers croud in flocks,
Or else the quacks, perhaps the stocks,
Or poles for signs or barber's blocks,

Where shines the parson's wig.

He makes, bold peasant! O what grief!
The gibbet, whereon hangs the thief,
The seat where sits the great Lord Chief,

The throne, the cobler's stall:
Tis pompous life in every stage,
Makes folly's whiin prize equipage,
And children's toys, crutches for age,

And coffins for us alL

Yet justice let us still afford,

The binns that hold gay Bacchus' hoard.

Those chairs and this convivial board,

Confess the woodman's stroke; He made- the press that bled the vine, The butt that holds the generous wine, The hall itself where tipplers join,

To crack their mirthful joke.

TIFE breeze was fresh, the ship in stays,
Each breaker hush'd, the shore a haze.
When Jack no more on duty call'd,
His true-love's tokens overhauTd;

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"The broken gold, the braided hair,
The tender motto writ so fair,
I'pon his 'bacco box he views,
Nitney the poet, love the muse,
If you loves 1 as I loves you,
No pair so happy as we two.

The storm, that like a shapeless wreefc,
Had strew'd with rigging all the deck,
TUit tars for sharks had given a feast,
And left the ship a hulk, had ceas'd;
When .lack, as wjth his messmates dear,
He shar'd the grog, their hearts to cheer,
Took from his 'bacco box a quid—
And spelt for comfort on the lid—
If you loves I as I loves you,
No. pair so happy as we two.

The- battle that with horror grim,

Had madly ravag'd life and limb,

Had scuppers drench'd with human gore,

And widow'd many a wife, was o'er;

When Jack to his companion dear,

Tirst paid the tribute of a tear,

Then as his 'bacco box he held,

Rcstor'd his comfort as. he spell'd—

If you loves I as I loves you,

No. pair so. happy as we two.

The voyage that had been long and hard^
But that bad yielded full reward,
That brought each sailor to his friend,
Happy and rich, was at an end;
Where Jack, his toils and perils o'er,
Beheld his Niuicy on the shore,.

He

He then the 'bacco box display'd,
And cry'd, and seiz'd the charming maid-
If you loves I as I loves you.
No pair so happy as we two.

TOt7TTH horns and with hounds I waken the

And hie to my woodland walks away;
I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And tie to my forehead a waxing moon:
With shouting and hooting we pierce thro*the

sky, While Echo turns huntress, and doubles the cry.

TO ease his heart, and own his flame,
Young Jockey to my cottage came;
But tho' I lik'd him passing well
I careless turn'd my spinning wheel.

My milk-white hand he did extol,
And prais'd my fingers long and small,
Unusual joy my heart did feel,
But still I turn'd my spinning wheel.

Then round about my slender waist
lie clasp'd his arms, and me embrac'd;
To kiss my hand he down did kneel,
But yet I turn'd my spinning wheel.

With gentle voice I bid him rise;
Iff l)le?s'd my neck, my lips and eyes:
Aly loudness I could scarce conceal,
Yet still I turn'd my spinning wheel.

Till bolder grown, so close he press'd,
His wanton thoughts I quickly guess'd,
Then push'd him from my rock and reel,
And angry turn'd my spinning wheel.

At last when I began to chide,
He Sh ore he meant mc tor his bride:
'1'was then my love I did reveal,
.And flung away my spinning wheel.

WOULD you know, pretty Nan, how we pass our time, \\ bile we sailors are toss'd on the sea, V hy, believe me, dear girl, in each season and clime, True hearted and merry we be. Tho' tempests may blow, still unmindful of care,

So the fiddles but strike up a bar,
Why, we sing, and we dance, toast our sweethearts,
and swear,
All on board of a man of war.

Should the foe bear in sight, and all hands call'd
on deck,
Don't think jolly sailors are cow'd,
JI o—we'll teach 'em the old British flag to respect,
And bid them defiance aloud;

Then

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