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I'll give, cr/d little Jack, ray Poll,
Sailing in comely state,
She looks like a first rate.
A voyage for lite throughout,
Then push the grog about.
Pll give, cried I, my charming Nan,
Trim, handsome," neat, and tight,
Oh! she's my heart's delight.
I'd sail the world throughout,
Then push the grog about.
Thus to describe Poll, Peg, or Nan,
Each his best manner tried, Till summon'd by the empty can,
They to their hammocks hied: Yft still did they their vigils keep,
Though the huge can was out; For in soft visions gentle sleep,
Still push'd the grog about.
TOJLTHEN Sol from the east had illumln'd th«
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And gilded the lawns and the riv'iets so clear,
Hark Hark forward, my boys, Billy Meadows he erv'd: No sooner he spoke, but old Reynard he spy'd; Oter-joy'd at the sight, we began for to skip; Tontaron went the horn,and smack went the whip.
Tom Bramble scour'd forth; when almost to his
chin, O'erleaping a ditch—by the lord he leap'd in; When, just as it happ'd, but the sly master Ren, Was sneakingty hastening to make to his den. Then away we pursu'H, brake, covert and wood: Not quickset, nor thickset,our pleasure withstood; Soho ! master Reynard—Jack Rivers, he cryM; Old Ren, you shall die, Daddy Hawthorn reply'd.
.ATI gay as the lark the green woodlands we trae'd, While themerry-ton'd horn inspir'd as we chas'd; No longer poor Reynard his strength could he
boast, To the hounds he knock'd under and gave up the
ghost. The sports of the field, when concluded and o'er, We sound the horn back asain over the moor; At night take the glass, and most cheerily sing,The fox-hunters round, not forgetting the king.
""^^"OU may do as you will, but 111 fling away JI- care;
1'11 sport with the swains, and I'll toy with the fair; For joys yet unknown I may find springing there, Forjoysyet unknown Imay find springing there;
And 'tis better by half
Love and nectar to quaff:
AH the days of rav life thus I'11 frolic and laugk,
Till lately there liv'd not so wretched an elf:
But wishes for more arc all foolish and vain,
For 'tis better by half, &c.
Come over to me, all ye gay blooming throng,
And 'tis better by half, &c.
Then care, with his wrinkles, I give to the wind;
More happy by half,
Love and nectar to quaff; All the days of my life thus I'll frolic and laugh.
VII WAS post meridian, half past four, -l*- By signal I from Nancy parted;
At six she linger'd on the shore,
With up-lift hands and broken hearted;
At scv'n, while tight'ning the fore-stay,
At eight we all sot under weigh,
Night came, and now eight bells had rung,
When careless sailor?, ever cheery, On the mid-watch so jovial sung,
With tempers labour cannot weary. I, little to their mirth inclin'd,
While tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy, And my warm sighs increasM the wind,
Look'd on the inoou, and thought on Nancy.
And now arriv'd that jovial night, ,
When ev'ry true-bred tar carouses, When o'er the grog all hands delight,
To toast their sweet-hearts and their spouses. Round went the can, the mirth, the glee, s
While tender wishes fill'd each fancy; And, when in turn it came to me,
I heav'd a sigh and toasted Nancy.
Next morn a storm came on at four;
At six the elements in motion
Headlong into the foaming ocean.
Fur me, it may be only fancy,
To snatch mc from the aims of Nancy.
Scarce Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd,
Scarce winds and waves had ceas'd to ratthr, When a bold enemy appear'd,
And dauntless we prepar'd for battle. And now, while some lov'd friend or wife,
Like light'ning rush'd on ev'ry fancy, To Providence I trusted life,
Pitt up a prayer, and thought on Nancy.
At last, 'twas in the month of May,
The crew, it being lovely weather, At three A.M. discover'd day
And England's chalky cliffs together. At sev'n up channel how we bore,
While hopes and fears pofisess'd my fancy; At twelve I gaily jump'd on shore,
And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.
WHILST happy in my native land,
Its liberties to barter;
By poverty degraded,
So well I am persuaded—