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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 hail'd 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 fbrc'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'ritelass!
A health to our Captain, and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew,

On board of the Arethusa!

TTN tatter'd weed, from town to town,
-'*- Is hapless Primrose doom'd to stray;
Compell'd a wretch, a wanderer known,
To seek a home from day to day.

Barefoot Barefoot as she strolls forlorn,

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

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; &ci

A TRAVELLER stopt at a widow's gate;
She kept an inn, and he wanted to bait,
But the landlady slighted her guest;
Por 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 sides they were readyto crack, When she saw his queer nose, and the hump at his back;

A hump is not handsome no doubt.-— And though 'tis confes^d that the prejudice goes Very strongly in favonfljJJjweai-ing a nose,

Yet a nose shouldu'twoiMike a suout.

A bag full of gold on the table he laid— Had a wond'roas effect on the widow and maid I x 3 And

And they quickly grew marvellous civil. The money immediately alter'dthe ca<e; They were charm'd.with his hump, and his snout, and his face,

Tho' he srill might have frhhteu'd the devil.

He paid like a prince—nave the widow a smack— Then Hopp'd on hishor*e,atthedoor,likea sack;

Wtnle the landlady, touching the chin.<, Cried—Sir, should you travel this country again, I heartily hope that the sweetest of men

Will stop at the widow's to drink.

WHEN on board of the Hector I first went
to sea,
How 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 rough or fair,sale moor'd, or at sea,
Going large from the land, or close under the
Ice;
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 mj^llowance 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,
Aud stopt my allowance—my grog.

Keep

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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.

OF all the girls in our town,
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.

x 3 When

When Sally's by I leave my work,

I love lier so sincerely;
My master comes, like anv Turk,

And bangs me most severely.
But let him bang his belly full,

I'll bear it all Vor 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 Saturd iy ami Monday;

0 then I'm drest all in my best, To walk abroad with Sally;

She is the darling of my heart, &e.

My master carries me to church;

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

As soon as text is named;

1 leave the church in sermon time, And slink away with Sally;

She is tee darlinj, of my heart, &c.

My master and the neighbours all,

Make game of me 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,

WHY

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