AID a sailor, kind sirs, who once felt it his glory To fight for his country, his king to defend; O stop for a moment, and hear my sad story, And deign, when 'tis ended, my wants to defend. I once had a sweetheart whose vows I shall never Forget when she said it would grieve her to part, And that, happen what might, she would love me for ever, If time did not alter the worth of my heart. We set sail from Plymouth, a French ship gave us battle, And I was determin'd to conquer or die, Undaunted, around me I heard the balls rattle, And lost in the contest an arm and an eye; Yet I thought not the loss of a limb in my duty, To Nancy or me would a sorrow impart. One eye was still left me to gaze on her beauty, And I knew what she priz'd in me most was my heart. But when inaim'd and in want I gain'd Plymouth harbour, And Nancy beheld my unfortunate plight; Next morning she married Tom Halyard of Dover, And bade me no more venture into her sight. Now I stray, lame and helpless, through fam'd London city, Imploring kind strangers some aid to impart, Give an aims to a sailor, kind masters, in pity, Depriv'd of an eye, of an arm, and his heart. ADIEU, adieu, my only life, My honour calls me from thee: Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife, My safety thy fair truth shall be, Enough, with that benignant smile Though thund'ring cannons rattle, To heaven above, &c. BEHOLD! BEHOLD! from many a hostile shore, And all the dangers of the main, Where tempests burst and billows roar, Which ne'er, &c. After long toil, and danger past, But such as dare its rights defend. A No one, &c. SWEET-scented Beau, and a simp'ring An artful Attorney, a Rake, and a Wit, Wit swore by his fancy, the Beau by his face, Their clamorous noise rous'd a jolly young swain; Hark forward, he cry'd, then bounc'd over the plain : He He distanc'd the Wit, the Cit, and the Beau, And won the fair nymph with hollo! hillio! Now together they sing a sweet hymn to the morn; Tantivy, they follow the echoing horn. Α' T the peaceful midnight hour, Your jewels, cash, and plate, Your jewels, cash, and plate. Locks, bolts, and bars soon fly asunder, BLOW IB QLOW high, blow low, let tempests tear My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear, Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear, The roaring winds, the raging sea, Aloft, while mountains high we go, Blow high, &c. And on that night when all the crew O'er flowing cans of flip renew, And drink their sweethearts and their wives, I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee; And as the ship rolls through the sea, The burden of my song shall be, Blow high, &c. EAR is my little native vale, DEA The ring-dove builds and warbles there, Close by my cot she tells her tale, The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, In |