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Let them throw out their wipes, and cry spight

of the crosses, And forgetful of toil that so hardly they bore, That" Sailors at seaearn their money like horses, "To squander it idly like asses ashore." Such lubbers their awe would coil up, could they

measure, By their feeling the gen'rous delight without end, That gives birth in us tars to that truest of pleasure, The handing our rhino to succour a friend.

For mouey, &c.

Why what's all this nonsense they talks of, and

pother All about rights of men, what a plague are they at? If they mean that each man to his messmate's Si

brother, Why, the lubberly swabs! ev'rv fool can tell that. The rights of us Britons we know to be loyal, In our country'sdefence our last moments to spend; To fight up to the ears, to protect the blood royal, To be true to our wives—and to succour a friend.

For money, &c.

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1'hc lassie blush'd, and frowning cry'd, no, no, it

winuot du; I cannot,riniuul, wonnot, wonnot, maunot buckle

to.

Jockey was a wag that ne'er would wed,
Though long he had follow'd the lass;
Contented she earu'd, and ate her brown bread,
And merrily turn'd up the grass.
Bonny Jockey, blythe and tree,
Won her heart right merrily;
At church she no more frowning cry'd, no, no,
it winuot do,
I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannotbucklc
to.

But when he vow'd he wou'd make her his bride,

Though his flocks and herds were not few; She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow'd she'd for ever be true. Bonny Jockey, blithe and free, Won her heart right merrily; Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cry'd, no, no, it winnot do, I cannot, CMimot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to.

WOULD you hear a sad story of woe,
That tears from a stone might provoke—
'Tis concerning a tar you must know,
As honest as e'er biscuit broke.

His name Was Ben Block- -of all men,

The most tree, the most kind, the most brave:

But harsh treated by fortune—for Ben,
In his prime, found a watery grave.

His place no one ever knew more;

His heart was all kindness and love; Though on duty an eagle he'd soar,

His nature had most of the dove.
He lovM a fair maiden, nam'd Kate;

His father, to interest a slave,
Sent him far from his love, where hard fate

Plung'd him deep in a watery grave.

A curse on all sland'rous tongues!

A false friend his mild nature abus'd; And sweet Kate of the vilest of wrongs,

To poison Ben's pleasure accus'd; That she never had truly been kind;

That false were the tokens she pave; That shescorn'd him, and wish'd he might find

In th' ocean a watery grave.

Too sure from this cankerous elf,

The venom accomplish'd its end; Ben, all truth and honour himself,

Suspected no fraud in his friend. On the yard, while suspended in air,

A loose to his sorrows he gave; * Take thy wish," he cried, " false cruel fair;"

And plung'd in a watery grave.

»3 UET

j|" ET the slave of ambition and wealth, JL^ On the frolic of fortune depend; I ask but old claret and health,

A pack of good hounds, and a friend. In such real joys will be found,

True happiness centres in these; While each moment that dances around,

Is crown'd with contentment and ease.

Old claret can drive away care;

Health smiles on our days as they roll, What can with true friendship compare?

And a tally I love with my soul. Then up with your bumpers, my boys!

Each hour that flies we'll improve; A heel tap's a spy on our joys—

Here's to fox-nunting, friendship,and love.

TT IKE a lark in the morning with early song, J"-^ Comes the sweep, with his sweep soot ho! Aext the cherry check damsel comes tripping along,

Do you want any milk, maids below! Dust ho, dust! goes the tinkling bell,

While sharp in each corner they look; Krxt the Jew, with his bag and his clothes to sell,

Clothes to sell—any clothes!

Speaks.]—Hip halloa Moshes, says a wag, have you aot any pork to-day! go along, you. black, &ar. says he; any shoes, hats, and old clothes —any bat shillings!

Let none despise the merry merry cries
Of famous London town.

Any Any pen-knives, or razors, or scissars to grind!

Any work tor the Cooper to-day! Ituy a bow-pot, Sir', it will please your mind;.

O! d it, stand out of the way!

Muffins O! crumpets ()! next ring in the ear;

Any brick-dust! come, Neddy, stand; woahj Any lobsters, or Newcastle salmon, my dear!

Salmon, my dear; salmon, my dear! D'ye want any lilly white saud, O!

Thus the various cries they in harmony blend;

Come here is your nice curds and whey! Here's the last dying speech! old chairs to mend!

Choice fruit, or a bill of the play I
Here's three for a shilling, fine mackarel O!

Any phials, or broken Hint glass!
Come break me, or make me before I go;

Before I go, before I go!
Come here is my tine sparrow-grass!

Here's your fine long garters, twopence a pair! Buy a mop, a rat-trap, or hair-broom!

Any saucepans, kettles, or pots, to repair! Great news just arriv'd from Rome! [ries!

Round and sound, twopence a pound, nice chew-
New potatoes, or fine spring sallad!

They're teupeuce a gallon, gooseberries,
Gooseberries, gooseberries!

Who buys a new love ballad!

LETS

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