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On deck five hundred men did dance,
The stoutest they could find in France;
We with two hundred did advance,

On board of the Arethusa!
Our Captain haild the Frenchman, ho!
The Frenchmen they cry'd out, hallo!

Bear down d'ye see,

. To our Admiral's lee: No, no, says the Frenchman, that can't be; Then I must lug you along with me,

Says the saucy Arethusa!

The fight was off the Frenchmen's land,
We forc'd them back upon their strand;
For we fought till not a stick would stand,

Of the gallant Arethusa!
And now we've driven the foe ashore,
Never to fight with Britons more,

Let each fill a glass

To his fav’rite lass!
A health to our Captain, and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew,

On board of the Arethusa!

TN tatter'd weed, from town to town,
1 Is hapless Primrose doom'd to stray;
Compell’d a wretch, a wanderer known,
To seek a hoine from day to day.

Barefoot Barefoot as she strolls forlorn,

O'er the flint or pointed thorn, Silent must her sorrows be,

Her madrigal -Sweet Charity.

At evening will the village hind,

In rapture listen to her song; And buy her joy, in hopes to find, What future joys to him belong.

Barefoot as she strolls; &c.

A TRAVELLER stopt at a widow's gate;

She kept an inn, and he wanted to bait,
But the landlady slighted her guest;
For when Nature was making an ugly race,
She certainly moulded this traveller's face,

As a sample for all the rest.

The chamber-maid's sidestheywere readyto crack, When she saw his queer nose, and the hump at

his back; A hump is not handsome no doubt.And though 'tis confess’d that the prejudice goes Very strongly in favour wearing a nose,

Yet a nose shouldn't look like a snout.

A bag full of gold on the table he laid-
Ilad a wond'rous'effect on the widow and maid!

And

And they quickly grew marvellous civil. The money immediately alter'd the case; They were charm'd with bis hump, and his snout,

and his face, Tho' he still inight have frighten’d the devil. He paid like a prince-gave the widow a smackThen flopp'd on his horse, at the door, like a sack;

Whule the landlady, touching the chini, Cried-Sir, should you travel this country again, I heartily hope that the sweetest of men

Will stop at the widow's to drink.

W HEN on board of the Hector I first went

to sea,
Ilow the boatswain did grumble and flog!
I swore then no longer a sailor I'd be,
Till they serv'd my allowance of grog.

If'twas then roughor fair,safe moor'd, or at sea,
Going large from the land, or close under the

lee;
For to reef or to steer,
Or to tack or to wear,

Up the hatchway I'd merrily jog;
While to moisten my eye,
Mister Purser, says I,

Pray where's my allowance of grog?

Once sick of a fever, a whole week I lay,
From my hammock 1 hardly could jog:
Just like some old junk, they had stow'd me away,
And stopt my allowance---my grog.

Keep

Keep her full, says I, boy, or you're taken aback,
And the sharks will be making a meal of poor

Jack:
For the doctor's mate said,
He was sure I was dead;

Till I call'd him an impudent dog.
Hard a starboard! says I,
You lubber, you lie;

All I want is my quotum of grog.

O F all the girls in our town,

u There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley. There's ne'er a lady in the land

Is half so sweet as Sally, She is the darling of my heart,

And lives in our alley.

Her father he makes cabbage nets,

And in the streets doth cry them; Her mother she sells laces long,

To all who choose to buy them; But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally,

She is the darling of my heart, &c.

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When Sally's by I leave my work,

I love her so sincerely;
My master comes, like any Turk,

And bangs me most severely.
But let him bang his belly full,
I'll bear it all for Sally,

She is the darling of my heart, &c.

Of all the days there's in the week,

I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
· A Saturday and Monday;
O then I'm drest all in my best,
To walk abroad with Sally;

She is the darling of my heart, &c.

My master carries me to church;

And often I am blamed,
Because I leave hiin in the lurch,

As soon as text is named;
I leave the church in sermon time,
And slink away with Sally;

She is the darling of my heart, &c.

My master and the neighbours all,

Make gaine of une and Sally;
And but for her I'd better be

A slave, and row a galley.
But when my seven years are out,

O then I'll marry Sally;
O then I'll wed, and then we'll Led,

But not in our alley,

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