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| YOU, whose Jives on land are pass'd, And keep froni dangerous seas aloof; Who careless listen to the blast,

Or beating rains upon the roof; You little heed how seamen fare— Condemn'd the angry storm to bear.

Sometimes, while breakers vex the tide,

He takes his station on the deck; And now, lash'd to the vessel's side,

He clears away the cumb'ring wreck; Yet, while the billows o'er him foam, The ocean is his only home!

Still fresher blows the midnight gale!

All hands reef topsails, are the cries!
And while the clouds the heavens veil,

Aloft to reef the sails he flies!
In storms so rending doom'd to roam,
The ocean is the seaman's home.

THE father of Nancy a forester was,
And an honest old woodman was he,
And Nancy, a beautiful, innocent lass,

As the sun in his circuit could see.
She gather'd wild flowers, and lilies, and roses,
And cry'd thro' the village—" Come buy my sweet

posies."

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i The The charms of this fair one a villager caught,

A noble and rich one was he, Great offers lie made, but by Nancy was taught,

That a poor girl right honest might be. She stillgathcr'd wild flowers, and lilies, and roses,

And cry'd thro' the village—" Come buy my sweet posies."

The father of Nancy a forester was,
And a poor little stroller was she;
But her lover so noble soon married the lass;

She's as happy as maiden could be:
No more gather'd wild flowers, and lilies, and

roses, ","- "?,

Nor cry'd through the village—" Come buy my sweet posies."

I BE one of the sailors who think 'tis no lie, That for every wherefore in life there's a why; That, be fortune's strange weather a frown or a

squall, Our lives, good or bad, are chalk'd out for us all; That the stays and the braces of life will be found To be some of them rotten, and some of them,

sound: That the good we should cherish, die bad never

seek; For death will too soon bring each anchor a-peak.

When astride on the yard, the top-lifts they let go, And I came like a shot plump among them below,

Why Why I catch'd ata halyard, and jump'd upon deck, And so broke my fall to save breaking my neck; Just like your philosophers, tor all their jaw, Who, less than a rope, gladly catch at a straw. Thus the good, &c.

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Why now that there cruise that we made off the

bunks, Where I pcpper'd the foe, and got shot for my

thanks; What then ? she soon struck; and tho' crippled on

shore, And laid up to refit, I had shiners galore. At length 'live and looking, Itry'd the false main, And to get more prize money got shot at again. Thus the good,&c.

Then just as it comes, take the bad with the good; Oneman'sspoon'smadeofsilver.anothei-ofwood; What's poison for one man's another man's balm; Some are safe in a storm, and some lost in acalm; Some are rolling in riches, some not worth a souse; To-day we cut beef, and to-morrow lob's scouse. Thus the good, &c.

"X^tTHY, Measter, damn tha, whoa beest thee?

» v Don't titther, Zur, but hire ma: J weddent a bin so plain and free,

But thy discourse do tire ma.
Great as thee beest, tha canst not doine,

At feasts in London zitty;
Or zlobber zaace, or guzzle wine,
Till zitch as I parnunitty.

i 2 Then Then zee md doant despoise a frind,

Akiazc theeist little higher;
The oak's best kept away from wind,

That's shelter'd by the briar.
But when tha coin'st to London town,

And art lavishing thy shiners,
Tell um zum zartie thee left's down

'Mongst sturdy Cornish Miners.

Now who be I, and who beest thee;

The coal that's dug to warm tha; The tar, that shippen zends to zee,

That foreign foe may'nt harm tha:
The tin, that makes thy pots and pans,

Thy culinders and kettles,
Thy snuffers, candlesticks, and cans,

And kivers for thy victuals;
Who digs for't, dost thee think, but I?

Don't grin, theest not become it;
No varsal mite below the sky

But, dainmut 's, good for summut.

So when, &c

If thee of sweethearts hast a score

To pamper up thy fally,
Why, I've a hundred, Zur, and more,

And aal in lovely Mally.
But, faith and saule, I be so loath

To treat thee naulens vaulens,
Theedst knaw else, he that made us boath,

Made happiness for all ous.

Then Then haume, and tell 'em, faath and suare,

All tliey that gold bewitches.
That zum be richer thof, they 'in poor,

Than zum that riulls in riches.

So when, &c.

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