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Great Neptune, from the depths of Nile,

Survey'd the dread commotion ;
Well pleas'd to see his fav'rite isle

Still mistress of the ocean.
Then, whilst the social minutes pass,

To British courage true, boys,
To Nelson fill the sparkling glass,

And Nelson's noble crew, boys.

OTO welcome mirth and harmless glee,

We ramble Minstrels, blithe and free; With song the laughing hours beguile, And wear a never fading smile. Where'er we roam, we find a home, And greeting to reward our toil.

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,
Through summer's heat and winter's snow.

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,
That rosy Health and Peace bestows,

TN early youth to fear a stranger,
IL Contemning indolence and case,
In Albion's cause I courted dauger,

And vent'rous plough'd the stormy seas;
I dreaded not the cannon's thunder,

Let bullets range their wonted scope, Or tempests split our bark asunder,

The tar's sheet-anchor still is Hope.

In hammock lulld 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.

M F all the words in the lexicon,

U Not one to my poor thinking
Can make a man so wise a Don

As those in use for drinking;
To say he's drunk, so coarse the sound,

That Bacchus ask'd Apollo
To give some terms, in wit profound,
And lie the phrase would follow.

- With a fal, lal, fa, &c.

When

When ladies drink, then they're gay;

But to a toping gypsey
Of vulgar rank, we sneering say,

Upon my soul she's tipsey.
When lords are bubb’d, they're in the sun,

And cits are mighty muddled,
But when a husband up is done,
The wife cries, deary's fuddled.

With a fal, lal, la, &c.

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W H EN Britain on the foaming main,

Her native reign,
Bids her sons her rights declare ;
Soon as her fires have taught her foe

Again to know
Who their dauntless conquerors are.

The sailor's bosom swells with joy,
Beyond the glory to destroy,

lle

He 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,
'Tis a fellow-creature falls
See him raise his hands in fear,

And wond'ring hear
The cheering voice that life recalls.

The sailor's bosom, &c.

VER since I found true love beginning, 1 And thought his hand was worth the win

ning,
I call'd each little artful aid in,
To spare the question from a maiden;

To wake or show
When ask'd to go.
I still denied

All lads beside,
And pray'd of Ralph to carry me:

It seem'd so pat, in tender chat,
To whisper, Fanny, will you marry me?

In evening fine, and summer weather,
When o'er the fields we walk'd together,
Tho' I can trip it like a fairy,
I've oft pretended to be weary,

· Then

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 marry me?

COME all ye jolly sailors bold,

✓ Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould, While English glory I unfold,

Huzza to the Arethusa !
She's a frigate tight and brave,
As ever stemm'd the dashing wave:

Her men are staunch

Tu their favorite launch;
And when the foe shall meet our fire
Sooner than strike we'll all expire,

On board of the Are husa!

'Twas with the spring fleet she went out,
The English Channel to cruise about;
When four French sail, in show so stout,

B re down on the Arethusa!
The fam'd Belle Poule straight a-head did lie;
The Arethusa seem'd to fly!

Not a sheet, or a tack,

Or a brace did she slack; Tho' the Frenchmen laugh'd, and thought it stuff; But they knew not the handfulofmen, how tough,

On board of the Arethusa!

On

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