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SAM Sail yard lov'd Sally the girl of his heart,
And Sail dearly lov'd hiiu again;
How hard that a couple so faithful should part,

Or either experience a pain!
But Sam to misfortune was truly allied,

A press-gang beset him on shore,
As coming from church where he'd made her lu»
bride,
And Sam saw his Sally Bo more.

Is vain he entreated a few days' delay,

In vain she for mercy implor'd;
But, callous to pity, they dragged him away.

And cruelly forc'd him on board;
The sails spread their bosoms, alas! to the wind,

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

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
beaux,
'Twas high t i me I thought their affections to prove:
So in private to each one I this did disclose,

"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,
And mourn to see thy languid eye;
For well I know these symptoms prove
Thy heart a prey to secret love.
But tho' so hard a fate be thine,
Think not thy urief can equal mine;
.Hope may thy vanish'd bloom restore;
I sigh fur him who lives no more!

The

The youth for whom thy bosom sighs.
Shall oft delight thy conscious eyes;
And oft his voice, in accents sweet,
Shall friendship's soothing tone repeat;
But he for whom my cheek is pale,
For whom, my health and spirits fail.
Nought to my eyes can e'er restore,
And I shall hear his voice no more!
i

Thou in existence still canst find
A charm to captivate thy mind;
To make the morning fay deliglit,
And giM the gloomy brow of night;
But Nature's charms to me are fled I
I nought behold but Henry dead!
What can my love of life restore?
I sigh for him who lives no morel

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,
If the language of Abraham Newland.

O Abraham Newland! astonishing Abrahara
Newland!
Whatever you lack,
You'll get in a crack,
By the credit of Abraham Newland.

Bat what do you think r—

Without victual? or drink,
You may tramp, like the wandering Jew, land

From Dublin to Dover,

Nay, all the world over,
If a stranger to Abraham Newland.

O Abraham Newland ! wonderful Abraham New-
land!
Tho' with compliments cramm'd,

You may die and be d d,

If you have not an Abraham Newland.

The world is inclin'd

To think Justice is blind;
Yet lawyers know well she can view land;

But, Lord! what of that?

She'll blink like a bat,
At the sight of friend Abraham Newland.

O Abra

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O Abraham Newland ! magical Abraham New
land!
Though Justice, 'tis known,
Can- see through a mill-stone,
She can't see through Abraham Newland.

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,
If attack'd by stout Abraham Newland.

O Abraham Newland ! Invincible Abraham New-
land!
No argument's found,
In the world, half so sound,
As the logic of Abraham Newland.

The French say they're coming; ,

But surely they're humming:—
We know what they want if they do land;

But we'll make their ears ring,

In defence of our King,
Our Country, and Abraham Newland.

O Abraham Newland! excellent Abraham New-
land!
No tri-colour'd elf,
, Nor the devil himself,
Shall rob us of Abraham Newland.

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