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Sandy has onsen, has gear, and has kye,
He said, &c.
I sit on mv creepie, and spin at my wheel,
OH! OH! where, and oh! where, is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the French for King George upon the throne, And its oh! in my heart, I wish him safe at home
Oli! where, and oh! where, did your Highland
laddie dwell? He dwelt in merry Scotland, at the sign of the
blue bell, And its oh ! in my heart, I love my laddie well.
In what clothes, in what clothes is your Highland
laddie clad? His bonnet of the Saxon green, and his waistcoat
of the plaid, And its oh ! in my heart, I love my Highland
Suppose, and suppose, that your Highland lad
should die? The bagpipes shuld play over him, and I'd sit mc down and cry, And its oh! in my heart, I wish he may not die. Oh! where, &c.
I RISE with the morn, I contemplate the sun,
I wander in groves whilst the nightingales sing,
I traverse the sands of the sea, They hear not my sigh, so no comfort they bring.
For what can bring comfort to me?
Alas! my poor heart, once so sprightly and gay,
No more can I boast to be free:
That brought such a torment to me!
At night my sad pillow's bedew'd with my tears, Sleep flies till entomb'd I shall be:
Jn the grave there's an end to troubles and fears, And that's consolation for me.
BRITANNIA'S sons, attend my call,
Brave Nelson and the Vanguard.
On Nelson brave,
On the wave,
On board the valiant Vanguard.
Genins of Britain! aid my pen,
Saint Vincent and Nelson's glorious name,
Nelson and Hood
Success to the valiant Vanguard.
Brave Admiral Brueys (though our foe)
To fight on board the Vanguard.
To Britons true,
They cry'd morbleu!
To Nelson and the Vanguard.
As British tars were ever brave,
On board the valiant Vanguard,
Each haughty foe
Were soon laid low!
Brave Nelson, and the Vanguard.
y 3 THOUGH
THOUGH mountains high the billows roll,
Sails and rigging go to wrack,
His friend in limbo should he find,
His wife and children brought to shame; To ev'ry thing but kindness blind,
Jack signs his rinn with his name. Friendship the worthy motive still, His mind's made up, come what will; The time coines round, by hell-hounds press'd,
Goods, clothes, and person go to wrack; But, since he succour'd tne distress'd,
'Tis all one to Jack.
Once more at sea, prepar'd to fight,
A friendly pledge, round g')es the can;
He meets the danger like a man:
Where horror grim marks the attack;
'Tis all one to Jack.