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SAM Sail yard lov'd Sally the girl of his heart,
Or either experience a pain!
A press-gang beset him on shore,
Is vain he entreated a few days' delay,
In vain she for mercy implor'd;
And cruelly forc'd him on board;
And hasten'd the ship from the shore, When a breeze springing up to the lovers unkind,
Poor Sam saw his Sally no more.
For seven long winters a sad widow'd wife,
Fond hope his long absence supply'd; At length came the tidings that robb'd heroflife,
That Sam broken-hearted had died. Farewell, she exclaimed, to this world of wo!
As distracted she sprung from the shore; To seek my true love to another I go;
And Sally was heard of no more.
37*' F.R I had completed my seventeenth year, -& I for beauty was prais'd, and courted by two: They were both handsome youths, smart, tall, debonair; And each \\>r,'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 anxioustoknow;
So I was determin'd to act rather sly,
And like many more, have t wo strings to my bow.
Now haying three months been amus'd by my
"That whoever had me, must marry for lave;" For tho I'd a fortune, I never would tell,
Which on him who prov'd true, 1 meant to bc"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; He soon ceas'd to court me, as gain was his view,
Which plainly evinc'd the success of my plan: Thus convinced it was Henry who lov'd me sincere,
Soon with him to church I consented to go: Then manage, like me, gentle maidens with care,
And always make sure of two strings to your bow.
SWEKT maid, I hear thy frequent sigh,
The youth for whom thy bosom sighs.
Thou in existence still canst find
ME'ER yet was a name So bandy'd by Fame, Through air, through ocean, and through land, As one that is wrote Upon ev'ry bank uote-7And you all must know Abraham Newland. O Abraham Newland! notorious Abraham Newland! Fve 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,
O Abraham Newland! astonishing Abrahara
Bat what do you think r—
Without victual? or drink,
From Dublin to Dover,
Nay, all the world over,
O Abraham Newland ! wonderful Abraham New-
You may die and be d d,
If you have not an Abraham Newland.
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
Your patriots who bawl
For the good of us all, And—good souls!—here like mushrooms they strew land:
But tho' loud as a drum,
Each proves Orator Mum,
O Abraham Newland ! Invincible Abraham New-
The French say they're coming; ,
But surely they're humming:—
But we'll make their ears ring,
In defence of our King,
O Abraham Newland! excellent Abraham New-