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In orange groves, and myrtle bow'rs, That breathe a gale of fragrance round,

I charm the fairy footed hours,

With my lov'd lute's romantic'sound;

Or crowns of living laurel weave,

For those that win the race at eve.

The shephefd's horn, at break of day,
The ballet danc'd in twilight glade,

The canzonet and roundelay,

Sung in the silent greenwood shade;

These simple joys that never fail,

Shall bind me to my native vale.

CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer!
List ye landmen all to me,
Messmates hear a brother-sailor

Sing the dangers of the sea.
From bounding billows, first in motion,

When the distant whirlwinds rise,
To the tempest-troubled ocean,
. Where the seas contend with skies.

Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling—

By topsails and halyards stand! Down top-gallants, quick be hauling!

Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand! Now it freshens, set the braces;

Quick the topsail sheet let go;
Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces!

Up your top-sails nimbly clew 1

Now all you on down beds sporting.

Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms, Fresh enjoyments, wanton courting,

Free from all but love's alarms— Round us roars the tempest louder;

Think what fears our minds enthrall! Harder yet; it yet blows harder!

Now, again, the boatswain's call:—'
The top-sail-yards point to the wind, boys;

See all clear to reef each course:
Let the fore-sheets go; don't mind boys,

Though the weather should be worse.
Fore and aft tlie spritsail-yard get;

Reef the mizen; see all clear: Hands up,—each preventer-brace set,

Man the fore-yard; cheer, lads, cheer!

Now the dreadful thunder's roaring!

Peals on,peals contending clash 1
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring!

In our eyes blue lightnings ftash I
One wide water all around us!

All above us one black sky I Different deaths at once surround us'.

Hark! what means that dreadful cry?
The fore-mast's gone! cries every tongue out,

O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck.
A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung out:

Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to pieces!

Come, my hearts, be stout and bold! Plumb the well; the leak increases t

Four feet water 's in the hold!

While While o'er the ship wiltf waves are beating

We for wives and children mourn; Alas! from hence there 's no retreating;

Alas! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us;

Both chain-pumps are choak'd below; Heav'n have mercy here upon us!

Only that can save us now 1

O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys;

Let the guns o'erboard be thrown:
To the pump come every hand, boys;

See, our mizen-mast is gone!
The leak we've found; it cannot pour fast,

We've lighten'd her a foot or more;
Up, and rig a jury fore-mast;

She rights, she rights, boys! wear offshore.

Now once more on joys we're thinking,

Since kind fortune spar'd our lives: Come, the can, boys, let's be drinking

To our sweethearts and our wives. Till it up, about ship wheel it!

Close to the lips a brimmer join! Where's the tempest now? who feels it?

None! our danger's drown'd in wine 1

TOEHOLD the man that is unlucky,
m* Not thro' neglect by fate worn poor;
Tho' gcu'rous, kind, when he was wealthy,
His friends to him are friends no more I

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Too much care will turn a young man grir;
1 oo much care will turn an old man to clay.
My wife shall dance and I will sing,

So merrily pass the day;
For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away.

Care now he gone, I prithee fly away,
The rose and the lilly you'll blight, full soon they'll
decay;,
Bring the flask and the cast,

Mirth and joy forme;
Care shall turn out of the room,
With me he can never agree.

BADDYNeptunc one day, to Freedom did say,
If ever I liv'd on dry laud,
The spot I should hit on, wou'd he little Britain,
Says Freedom, why that's my own Island!
O what a snug little Island!
A right little tight little Island!

All the globe round, . . .

None can he found,
So happy as this little Island.

Julins Caesar the Roman, who yielded to no man,
Came by water—he couldn't come by land;
And Dane, Pict, and Saxon, their names turn'J

their backs on,
And all for the sake of our Island.

Oh

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