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After thus we at sea had miscarry'd,

Another guess way set the wind,
For to England I came and got marry'd,

To a lass that is comely and kind.
But whether for joy or vexation,

We know not for what we were born; Perhaps I may find a kind station,

Perhaps I may touch at Cape Horn.

But sailors, &c.

FT Charles the Second's merry clays,
For wanton frolics noted;
A lover of cabals I was,

With wines like Bacchus bloated. .
I preach'd unto my crowded pews,

Wine was by God's command, Sir, And damn'd was he who did refuse

To drink while he could stand, Sir.
And this is law I will maintain

Unto my dying day, Sir;
That, whatsoever king shall reign,

I'll Jrink a gallon a day, Sir.

When James the sot assum'd the throne,

He strove to stand alone, Sir;
But quickly got so drunk, that down

He tumbled from the throne, Sir:
One morning—crop-sick, pale, and queer,

By sitting up with gay men,—
He reel'd to Rome* where priests severe

Deny the cup to laymen.

And this is law, &c.
Then

Then Will, the tippling Dutchman, sav'd

Our liberties flora sinking;
We crown'd him king of cups, and crav'd

The privilege of thinking.
He drank your Holland's gin 'tis said,

And held predestination:
Fool! not to know the tippling trade

Admits no trepidation!

And this is law, &c.

When Brandy-Nan became our queen,

'Twas all a drunken story;
I sat and drank from morn till e'en,

And so was thought a Tory.
Brim full of wine, all sober folks

We damn'd, and moderation;
And for right Nantz, we pawn'd to France

Our dearest reputation.
And this is law, 1 will maintain,

For ever and for aye, Sir;
That, whatever king or queen shall reign,

I'll drink a gallon a day, Sir.

King George the First then fuTd the throne,

And took the resolution
To drink all sorts of liquors known,

To save the Constitution.
He drank success, in rare old rum,

Unto the State and Church, Sir,
Till with a dose of Brunswick mum,

He dropp'd from off the perch, Sir.

And this is law, &c.

Kins King ffeorge the Second then arose,

A wise and valiant soul, Sir; He loVd his people, beat his foes?

An! push'd about ihe bowl, Sx. He drank his fill to Chatham Will,

To heroes, for he chose them! With us true Whigs- he drank until

He slept in Abram's bosom.

And this is lav, &c.

His present Majesty then came,

Whom Heaven long preserve, Sir! He glory'd hi a Briton's name,

And swore he'd never swerve, Sit:
Though evil counsellors may think

His love from us to sever,
Yet let us, loyal Britons, drink—

King George the Third for ever!
And this is law, I will maintain,

For ever and for aye, Sir; That whatsoever king shall reign,

I'll drink both night and day, Sir.

JACK Ratttin was the ablest seaman,
None like him could hand, reef, or steer;
No dang'rous toil but he'd encounter,
With skill, and in contempt of fear.
In fight like a lion: the battle ended,

Meek as the bleating lamb he'd prove f
Thus Jack had manners, courage, merit,
Yet he did sigh, and all for love,

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The sons, the can, the flowing liquor,

For nime of these had Jack regard; He, while his messmates were carousing,

Iliiiti sitting on the pendant yard, Would think upon the fair one's beauties,

Swore never from such charms to rove; That truly he'd adore them living,

And dying sigh—to end his love.

The same express the crew commanded

Once more to view their native land, Amongst the rest, brought Jack some tidings—

Would jt had been his love's fair hand! O fate! her death defae'd the letter;

Instant his pulse forgot to move; With qWring lips, and eyes uplifted,

He heav'd a. sigh—and dy'd for love.

IX my club-room so great,
When I'm seated in state,
At the head of the table I shine;
With a hammer in hand,
Zounds I how I command,
As I push round the bumpers of wine;

Then after we've toasted the health of the

King, Mr. Brisket the butcher is eall'd on to sing. Spailis.]—Sir, I'll do my best, &c. Ma chero, ainie, &c:

H Now Now I wink and I stare

At my next neighbour's chair; Tis with you", S r, a lady to give!

A duchess, at least,

Must now grace our feast;
Then the thanks of the rooin I receive;

Till silence is c.ill'd, all the tabic along,

And a hald-pated gentleman sings us a song. Speaks.]—I'll try gentlemen, &c.

Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair, &c. Then we drink, and we push round the bowl, Till a medley, at last, sums up the whole; Whilst, so pleas'd, all the club-room declare Bobby Batch is the man for a chair!

"IT ECTUR'D by Pa and Ma o'er night;

." ^ Monday, at ten, quite vex'd and jealous;

Resolv'd in future to be right,

And never listen to the fellows. Stitch'd half a wristband; read the text,'

Receiv'd a note from Mistress Racket— I hate that woman! she sat next,

All church-time, to sweet Captain Clackit.

Tuesday got scolded, did not care;

The toast was cold, 'twas past eleven: I dreamt the Captain through the air,

On Cupid's wings, bore me to Heaven.

Pouted,

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