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CAM Sailyard lov'd Sally the girl of his heart,
Or either experience a pain !
A press-gany beset him on shore,
In vain she for mercy implorid;
And cruelly forc'd him on board;
And hasten'd the ship from the shore,
Poor Sam saw his Sally no more.
Fond hope his long absence supply'd;
That Sam broken-hearted had died.
As distracted she sprung from the shore;
And Sally was heard of no more.
TUER I had completed my seventeenth year, 14 I for beauty was prais'd, and courted by
two: They were both handsome youths, smart, tall, de
bobair; And each vow'd that to me they'd ever be true.
Approving of both, I their truth wish'd to try,
And which lov'd me best I was anxious to know; So I was determin'd to act rather sly,
Andlike many more, have two strings to my bow. Now having three months been amus'd by my
beaux, 'Twas high time I thought their affections to prove : So in private to each one I this did disclose,
“That whoever had me, must marry for love;" For tho I'd a furtune, I never would tell, Which on him who prov'd true, I meant to be
stow. But till ev'ry doubt in my breast did dispel,
I continu'd to have two strings to my bow. As William suppos'd what I told him was true,
For that was the name of the artful young man; lle soon ceas'd to court me, as gain was his view,
Which plainly evinc'd the success of my plan : Thus convinc'd it was Henry who lov'd me sincere,
Soon with him to church I consented to go : Then manage, like me, gentle maideus with care, And always make sure of two strings to your bow.
SWEET maid, I hear thy frequent siyk,
The youth for whom thy bosom sighs,
Thou in existence still canst find
NE'ER yet was a name
NV So bandy'd by Fame, Through air, through ocean, and through land,
As one that is wrote
Upon ev'ry bank uotes And you all must know Abraham Newland. O Abraham Newland ! notorious Abraham Newa
land! : I've heard people say,
Sham Abraham you may; But you must not sham Abraham Newland.
For For fashion or arts,
Should you seek foreign parts, It matters not where ever you land;
From Christian to Greek,
All your language will speak,
You'll get in a crack,
But what do you think?
Without victuals or drink, You may tramp, like the wandering Jew, land
From Dublin to Dover,
Nay, all the world over,
You may die and be d d ,
The world is inclin'd
To think Justice is blind;
But, Lord! what of that?
She'll blink like a bat,
o Abraham Newland ! magical Abraham New
Can see through a mill-stone,
Your patriots who bawl
For the good of us all, .
Each proves Orator Muin,
In the world, half so sound,
The French say they're coming;
But surely they're humming: -
But we'll make their ears ring,
In defence of our King,
Nor the devil himself,