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Then to it like lions perhaps we may go,
No—we sing and we fight 'till we take her in tow,
As for this thing and that, which the lubbers on shore,
Wou'dfaiu make our lasses believe, Why, d'ye see,its palaver, my girl, nothing more,
So Nun, pretty Nan, do not grieve.
Or sliake the true love of a tar,
All on board of a mau of war.
I WAS call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town, Old dad taught me wisely to know folk;' Cod! I was so sharp, when they laughing came down, I ax'd, how dost do? to the show folk; I could chant a good stave, that I know'd very well; No hoy of my age could talk louder! Crack a joke, tip the wink, or a droll story tell;
Of my cleverness too, none were prouder: So, thinks I, its better nor following the plough,
To try with these youths to queer low folk; Their measter I met, so [ made my best bow,
Spoken.]—-How do'st do, Sir,says I.—I'se a mighty notion of turning actor man—I be main lissom— and wrestles and boxes very pretty—dances a good jig—rind can play the very devil! Ax't a pleace, so joiu'd with the show folk.
This pleace that I got, I detarmin'd to keep,
But odzookers ! they all were so drollish! Kings, coblers, and tailors! a prince or a s\\ ccp!
And stared so at I—I lookM foolish! TJieir daggers and swords, Cud! they handled so cute,
And their leadieswere all so bewitching! When I thought to be droll, I was almost struck mute
As the bacon rack that hangs in our kitchen. They ax'd me to say, how, the coach was at door,
When were seated above and below, folk; Fpggs! I was so shamefae'd, I flojip'd on the floor!
Spoken.]—A kind of sort of giddiness sei/'d me all over! the candles dane'd the hays! t'were as dimmish as a Scotch mist! I dropped down dead as a shot! And swounded away 'mong the show folk!
They laugh'd so andjeer'd me, as never were seen!
All manner of fancies were playing: One night I was sent for to wail on a Queen, Spoken.]—I believe it were Queen llamblet of Dunkirk.
(Not thinking the plan they were laying,) My leady she died on a chair, next her spouse,
While with pins me behind they were pricking! All at once I scream'd out! lent her grace such a douse,
That alive she was soon, aye, and kickinef The people all laugh'd at and hooted poor I,
And the comical dog did me so joke' Thatl made but one stepwithout bidding good 6i/r, Spoken.]—From their steage. Cod! I nevct so much as once look'd behind me—tumbled n*tr a barrel of thunder—knock 'd down a hail stocoi —spoilt a bran new moon—Toll'd over these* ,—and darted like lightning through the infernal region;
And so took my leare of tie show folk.
"]T IKE /T.tna's dread volcano see the ample
Large heaps upon large heaps of jetty fuel giX'se.
While, Salamander like, the pond'rous anchor !ies,
Glutted wrrli vivid fire thro' all its pores that flies.
The dingy nnchorsmkh* to renovate their strength.
Btretch'd out in death-like sleep, are suoring nt their length,
Waiting the master's signal, when the tackle"lforce
Shall, like split rocks, the anchor from the fire divorce;
While, asold Vulcan "sCyelops did the anvil bang.
In deaf'ning concert shall their pond'roui. hammers clang;
And into symmetry the mass incongruous boat,
To save from adverse winds and waves the g:illant British fleet.
Xow, as more vivid and intense each splinter flies, The temper of the fire the skilful master tries;
And, And, as the dingy hue assumes a brilliant red, The heated anchor feeds that fire on which it fed. The huge sledge hammers round in order they
arrange, And waking anchor-smiths await the look'd-for
change; Longing with all their force the ardent mass to
smite, When issuing from the fire array'd in dazzling
white; And as old Vulcan's Cyclops did the anvil bang, To makein concert rude their pond'rous hammers
clang; As the mis-shapen lump to symmetry they beat, To save from adverse winds and waves the gallant
The preparations tliickcn; with forks the fire they
goad; And now twelve anchor-smiths the heaving bellows load; While arm'd from ev'ry danger, and in grim array. Anxious as howlingdemons waiting for their prey; The forge the anchor yields from out its fiery maw, Which, on the anvil prone, the cavern shouts
hurraw! And now the scorch'd beholders want the power
to gaze, Taint with its heat, and dazzl'd with its powerful
rays; While as old Vulcan's Cyclops did the anvilbang, To forge Jove's thunderbolts, their pond'rou*
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And, till its fire's extinct, the monstrous mass they beat,
To save from adverse winds and waves the gallant British fleet.
TIGHT lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er
matters, What's the good on't, d'ye see, but to succour a
There's Nipcheese, the purser, by grinding and
squeezing, First plundering, then leaving the ship like a rat; The eddy of fortune stands ou a stiff breeze in. And mounts, fierce as fire, a dog-vane in his hat. My bark, though bird storms on life's ocean
should rock her, Tho' she roll in misfortune, and pitch end forend, No, never shall Bill keep a shot in the locker, When by handhig it out he can succour a friend.
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