On deck five hundred men did dance, On board of the Arethusa! Our Captain hail'd the Frenchman, ho! To our Admiral's lee: No, no, says the Frenchman, that can't be; The fight was off the Frenchmen's land, And now we've driven the foe ashore, To his fav'rite lass! A health to our Captain, and officers true, N tatter'd weed, from town to town, Barefoot Barefoot as she strolls forlorn, Her madrigal-Sweet Charity. At evening will the village hind, Barefoot as she strolls, &c. A TRAVELLER stopt at a widow's gate, She kept an inn, and he wanted to bait, The chamber-maid's sides they were ready to 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! 932 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 might have frighten'd the devil. He paid like a prince-gave the widow a smack→ Then flopp'd on his horse, at the door, like a sack; While 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! If't was then rough or fair,safe moor'd, or at sea, For to reef or to steer, Or to tack or to wear, Up the hatchway I'd merrily jog; Mister Purser, says I, Pray where's my allowance of grog? Once sick of a fever, a whole week I lay, Just like some old junk, they had stow'd me away, Ксер Keep her full, says I, boy, or you're taken aback, For the doctor's mate said, Till I call'd him an impudent dog. You lubber, you lie ; All I want is my quotum of grog. F all the girls in our town, She is the darling of my heart, Her father he makes cabbage nets, She is the darling of my heart, &c. When Sally's by I leave my work, She is the darling of my heart, &c. Of all the days there's in the week, O 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; I leave the church in sermon time, She is the darling of my heart, &c. My master and the neighbours all, O then I'll wed, and then we'll bed, WHY |