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WHEN angry nations rush to arms,
And tills with rage each hostile breast;
Springs forth to meet his country's foes, And fix'd to conquer or to fall.
His breast with martial ardour glows.
Behold him in the dreadful scene,
Where heroes fall to rise no more; He braves his fate with dauntless mien,
And bids the thund'ring cannons roar. No fears appal his manly mind;
Or, if perchance he heaves a sigh, Tis for a girl he left behind:
A sailor never fears lo die.
In honour's deathless page enroll'd,
Conspicuous shines the sailor's name, The guardian pf his native land, - • .
Whose bosom nobly pants for fame. On them the British fair bestow
The choicest smiles, their favours sweet, When crown'd with laurels from the foe,
They lay their w reath? at beauty's feet.
I wasta'en by the foe, 'twas t!ie fiat of fate,
To tear me from her i adore, When thought brings to my mind my once happy estate,
I sigh! while I tuj at the oar.
Hard, hard is my fate ! Oh how colling my chain!
My life's steer'd by misery's chart; And tho' 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain,
Tears pish forth to case my full heart. I disdain e'en to shrink, tho' [ feel the sharp lash;
Yet my breast bleeds for her I adore, While around ine the unfeeling billows will dash,
I sigh! and still tug at the oar.
How Fortune deceives! I had pleasure in tow,
The port where she dwelt we'd in view; Butthe wish'd nuptial morn was o'er-clouded with woe,
And, dear Anna! I hurried from you. Our shallop was boarded, and I borne away,
To behold my dear Anna no more: But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels decay,
He sigh'd and cxpir'd at the oar.
"JTF deep thy poniard thou would'st drench
Shall I receive an added day
Of life, when crimes your name shall briwidf f No; never let detraction say,
That virtue Urm'd a murderer's hand.
It" deep, &c.
Of anser, then, no single breath
Respire for my poor sake—hut since
You've spirit to encounter death,
Die for your country and your prince.
If deep, CvC.
TO Bachelors' Hall we good follows invite,
stock, That our pulse strikes the seconds as true as a
clock: Did you see us you'd swear, as we mount with a.
grace; That Diana had dubb'd some newgodsofthechase, Hark away, hark away, All nature looks gay,
And Aurora with smiles ushers in the bright
Dick Thickset came mounted upon n fine black,
But Bnt the horse of all horses that rivall'd the day, Was the Squire's Neck-or-nothing, and that was a grey. Hark away, hark away, While our spirits are gay, Let us drink to the joys of the next coming day.
Then for hounds there was Nimble, so well that
climbs rocks; And Cocknose, a good one for scenting a fox; Little Plunge, like a mole, who with Ferret and
Search; And beetle-brow'd Hawks-eye, so dead at a lurch; Young Sly-looks, that scents the strong breeze from
Our horses thus all of the very best blood,
back, That all England throughout can't produce such
a pack; Thus having describ'd you dogs, horses and crew, Away we set off, for the fox is in view.
Hark away, &c.
Sly Reynard>s brought home, while the horns
sound a call, And now you're alL weleome to Bachelor's
The savory Sir-loin grateful smokes on the hoai4,
VII iOM Tackle was noble, was true to his word: J*- If merit brought titles, Tom might bea lord -. How gaily his hark through life's ocean would sail: Truth finish'd the rigging—
When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet city, And for England's ownself through the seas I did
plough: For three long days I was tost up and down—,
Peaceful slumbering on the ocean,
Oh, the bonny, bonny bells,
The lads of the village so merrily, ah! Sound the tabor, I'll hand thee along; And I say unto thee—
Curtis was old Hodge's wife, For virtue none was ever such: She led so pure, so chaste a life, Hodge saidHere,