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The prey being caught,

By example we're taught,
O'er the bowl the blithe chace to renew;

Then the full flowing glass,

To a favorite lass,
Is a chace we as nobly pursue.

Tantivy, tantivy, my boys, let's away, [day.

While the season invites to the sports of the

TIIO' hurricanes rattle, tho' tempests appear,
We sailors have pleasure in store,
For the pride of our hearts is to hand, reef, and
steer,
Weigh anchor, and bear off from shore.
If contention of winds raise the waves mountains
O'er our quarters a heavy sea break, [high,
At the reef tackle fall, we undauntedly ply,
Nor from danger e'er lumber-like sneak.
But the storm gone a-stern, and the main masts
erect,
Then with messmates we cheerily sing,
Slay our navy, for ever, old England protect,
Our laws, constitution, and King.

Why lately we espied, 'fore the jib right a-head,
A three-decker, trim, gallant, and gay,

And thwart of her poop aFrenchensign was spread, That the tri-colour'd stripes did display;

Then by skill of our helmsman, the weather-gage

got, And soon as a-long side her wc lay, We so pepper'd her hull, and her masts away

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So we took her in tow, and to Plymouth direct, Where our crew did all manfully sing,

Thus our navy shall ever old England protect, Our laws, constitution, and King.

THE silent hour of midnight reigns,
And he whose heart is free from care,
Hears not the soul that deep complains,

Nor in its murmurs takes a share;
The sighing winds, the trembling breeze,

A moment stay to hear my woes, Then softly flutter thro' the trees, And leave the foliage to repose.

Seduc'd by flattery's silver tongue,

The tempter, man, beheld and smil'd, And while the Syren sweetly sung,

My heart by simp'ring Love was guil'd •; But left forlorn on earth's wild waste,

Shame's mourning daughter then was I, Shunn'd by the virtuous and the chaste,

Alone to weep, alone to sigh.

But ah! ye maids, some pity give

To her whom softness led astray, And by a silent tear relieve

The breast where many sorrows lay.
And O! ye Fates, tho' hard is mine,

Return not evil on his head,
But all your kindly powers combine,

To measure blessings in its stead.

AT

AT early dawn, from humble cot,
Where dreams did ne'er with guilt affright,
Poor Lima, cheerful at her lot,

To labour rose with true delight;
And as she milk'd her gentle goats,

Or at her distaff closely plied,
The lark and thrush, with thrilling notes,

Oft' to her woodbine window hied,
Te-wit, te-wit, good morrow,
Poor and content, can know no sorrow.

When shades of night o'erwhelm'd the plain,

And dying embers scarce would glow: Poor Lima sought her cot again,

To sleep, which peace can only know: To give her wearied spirits rest,

The nightingale in plaintive strain,
Perch'd on the hawthorn near her nest,

Lull'd not to sweet repose in vain,
Te-wit, te-wit, te wit, good night,
Poor and content must dream delight.

SAY, smiling nvmph, where is thy blest abode?
In what kind climate is thy happy reign?
Or where thy pleasing influence is pour'd?

For long I've sought it, but have sought in vain.

Where e'er thou art 'tis thine to soften woes;

On thee alone man's happiness depends; Without thee earthly riches are but foes,

'Tis thou, and only thou canst be his friend.

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O TOMMY, Tommy, brother Johnny's dying,
Pretty little Sally sits beside him crying,
Mother's not at home, she's a market making,
Pretty little Sally's in a dismal taking:
Fatal day, fatal day of heavy mourning,
Johnny's going fast, whence there's no returning.
O Tommy, Tommy, &c.

TO Gib. we steer'd; the Gut had made;
A floating castle hove in sight:
Each tar no coward heart betray'd,
For all were eager for the fight.
Three glasses wanting, one bare quarter,

When close upon her side we stood;
And pour'd old Mars 'twixt wind and water,
That made her gulp the briny flood.

The battle now commenc'd, and borne

With zealous ardour by each crew; .
The decks bestrew'd with bodies shorn,

And trickling gore of crimson hue.
Hark! hear the murmurs of the wounded;

Death stares each hero in the face;
Where many noble hearts lie grounded,

While others ev'ry post embrace.

Tom at the gun with portfire stood,
Quickly to fire the thund'ring piece;

A ruthless ball dispers'd his blood,
And laid the shatter'd tar in peace.

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