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And—'twas strange when around one such vices
appeir, She could weep with her friend, and her sorrows
revere! But, ah! those proud blasts that blind fortune has
Itesolv'd to possess her, he chas'd all her fears;
O GODDESS! descend on our plains,
And the graces of Nisida's song.
Nor be thy young Cupids away;
To twine the rude wreath while we rove,
Desirous to place on thy shrine, O let thy sweet power improve
Our manners, their roughness refine!
Tho' Tho' a rustic I live in the fields,
And attend to my pipe and my sheep
Yet a softness my passion reveals,
That has taught me to sigh and to weep.
THO' cloudy skies and storms appear,
From love nlone my cares arose:
When late I went more wealth to seek,
The tears look'd bright on Nelly's cheek.
Rewarded by the fair one's love;
TO lecture I come, and your pardon T crave,
Tis alike ever true to the place of its birth; Then health to a Sailor !—and this be the strain— The Tars of Old England again and again!
The heart of a Lover, when tender and true,
Is aheart to be priz'd, as each woman must own; While the heart of a Miser, to give him his due,
Is a heart—selfish mortal!—as hard as a stone. Then theheartofa Virgin—and such,too, there be,
That love with a passion devoid of all art— Shall surely be rated and set down by me[:
Herbosom'sall sweetness, all softness her heart: Then health, blooming health !—and let this be
the strain, To Love, and true.Lovers, again and again!
The heart of a Lawyer—and, O what a thing!
Tis a compound of something that's hard to define; When you think it all honey, you find it alt sting,
And what really good for I cannot assign. Now, then, for a heart, and a gallant one, too;
Tis a Soldier's—and where is a braver in fight? For England it beats ever loyal and true,
And proves that her good is its dearest dejight: Then health toa'oldier !,—and this be the strain— Our Soldiers and Sailors again and neain!
IWEEL can remember—how can I forget i t ?—•
O my Willy! my winsome Willy!
Now Willy was bonny, his hair was a' gowden;
I lov'd him already, I ken'd na to jeer him,
For Willy was gude, and my heart was in tune;
O my Willy, &c.
10 the gallant arm'd train,
Ev'ry Briton will join hand and heart in the strainEv'ry heart will support the petition,
That Heaven may bless, with brilliant success, Brave York, and the grand Expedition.
Neighbour France, you oft swore,
When you threaten'd our shore,
But so long you delay
The kind visit to pay,
Ev'ry Briton, &c.
Gaul's fraternal embrace,
Though it fail'd to take place,
That we send to her coast
A fine gallant host,
Ev'ry Briton, &c.
When arriv'd on her shore,
Let her welcome us o'er,
In return for her song,
We will teach her, 'ere long,
Since an army of France, nam'd
Of England so fam'd,
So, for that compliment,
We this ariny have sent,