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His noble messmate, Fred, of Dover,
And when the bloody fight was over,
Each messenger of death flew fast,
More dreadful still the conflict grew.
A broadside from the hull anew.
Tho' blood immers'd our very knees; Those souls of envy have surmounted
What makes them worthy of the seas.
The battle ceas'd, to clear each deck,
A shocking picture to review; In one short hour what a wreck!
Of young—of old—of Britons too. Tom's scatter'd members laid together,
In a coarse shroud encompass'd were, Committed to the deep for ever,
While Fred, was ofPring up a pray'r.
The rebels so bold, when there's none to oppose^
United in blood to their country's disgrace,
While thus in the war so unmanly they wage,
rage, We'll fly to protect the dear creatures from harms, They'll be sure to find safety when clasp'd in our
arms; On love in a soldier no maiden will frown, But bless the brave troops that made croppies lie down.
Should France e'er attempt by force or by guile, Her forces to land on old Erin's sweet isle, We'll shew that they ne'er can make free soldier's
slaves, They shall only possess our green fields for their
graves: Our country's applauses our triumphs will crown,Whilst with their French brothers the croppies
When wars and when dangers again shall be o'er, A nd peace with her blessings revisit our shore; When arms we relinquish, no longer to roam, With pride our families welcome us home, They'll drink in full bumpers, past troubles to
drown, A health to the lads that made croppies lie down.
WHEN on board our trim vessel we joy-
If a too powerful foe in our track chane'd to pass,
Quick we number herguns,then both take a glass,
Cannons let roar, ccho'd from ashore,
But a cannon ball one day on a fight,
So he died as he liv'd, for his country and right,
Cannons let roar, echo'd from ashore,
r WHEN "iXTyilEN Phoebus begins just to peep o'er the
With horns we awaken the day; And rouse brothersportsmen,whosluggishlyslcep,
With hark! to the woods! hark ! away! See the hounds are uncoupled in musical cry,
How sweetly it echoes around; And high mettled steeds with their neigluugs all seem
With pleasure to echo the sound.
Behold where sly Reynard, with panic and dread,
At distance o'er hillocks doth bound! The pack on the scent fly with rapid career;
Hark! the horns! O how sweetly they sound! Now on to the chace, o'er hills ando'er" dales,
All dangers we nobly defy; Our nags are all stout, and our sports we'll pursue,
With shouts that resound to the sky.
But see how he lags, all his arts are in vain,
No longer with swiftness he flies:
The traitor is seiz'd on and dies.
With drink crown the sports of the day; Then to rest we recline, till the horn calls again;
Then away to the woodlands, away.
TOTTHERE the rising forest spreads
As the larks, with varied tune,
Mark the mild resplendent moon
Tripping thro' the silken grass,
O'er the path-divided dale, Mark the rose-complexion d lass,
With her well-pois'd milken pail: Linnets with unnumber'd notes,
And the cuckow bird with two: Tuning sweet their mellow throats,
Bid the setting sun adieu.
'HTHVAS Saturday night, the twinkling stars
-"- Shone on the rippling sea; No duty call'd the jovial tars,
The iieim was iash d a iee.
Prepar'd to see it out,
And push'd the grog about.
And push'd, &c.
Cried honest Tom, my Peg I'll toast,
A frigate neat and triih,
I'd venture hfe and limb,
With dauntless heart and stout,
Then push the grog about.