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Great Neptune, from the depths of Nile,
Survey'd the dread commotion;
Still mistress of the ocean.
To British courage true, boys,
And Nelson's noble crew, boys.
TO weleome mirth and harmless glee,
Where'er we roam, we find a home,
We sing of Love, its hopes, its fears;
Of perjur'd swains, and damsel's tears;
Of eyes that speak the heart's warm glow,
And sighs that tell the bosom's woe.
O'er hills and plains, we breathe our strains,
No anxious griefs disturb our rest,
Nor busy cares annoy the breast,
Fearless we sink in soft repose,
While night her sable mantle throws:
With grateful lay, hail rising day, i
That rosy Health and Peace bestows.
IN early youth to fear a stranger,
And vent'rous plough'd the stormy seas;
Let bullets range their wonted scope,
In hammock lull'd to sleep, or waking,
The mid-watch come, or slung the bowl, Or signal-guns, distress bespeaking,
Implore for aid, while tempests howl. Or when the battle's heat is raging,
With force superior Britons cope, The mind to placid ease assuaging,
The tar's sheet-anchor still is Hope.
OF al! the words in the lexicon,
That Bacchus ask'd Apollo
With a fal, lal, Ta, &c.
When When ladies drink, then they're gay;
But to a toping gypsey
Upon my soul she's tipsey.
And cits are mighty muddled,
The wife cries, deary's fuddled.
With a fal, lal, la, &c.
WHEN Britain on the foaming main,
Again to know
The sailor's bosom swells with joy,
lie feels the pow'r to save; And, conqu'ring views a foe no more In him who sought his life before,
But lifts him from the wave.
Though seas are rolling mountains high,
Our boats we ply,
And wond'ring hear
The sailor's bosom, See.
!F7*'EIt since I found true love beginning,
In evening fine, and Summer weather,
Then leaning on his arm awhile,
I slily ask him with a smile,
I'm tired, pray will you carry me?
But, on the way, he ne'er would stay,
To whisper, Fanny, will you mariy me?
COME all ye jolly sailors bold,
fTwas with 'he sprins fleet she went out,
B.re down on the Arethusa! Thefam'd Belie Poule straight a-head did lie; The Arethusa scem'd to fly!
Not a jheet, or a tack,
Or a brace did she slack; Tho' the Frenchmen laugh'd, and thoughtit stud"; But they knew not thehnndfulofmen, how tough,
On board of the Arethusa!