Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew, No more he'll hear the tempest howling, To Bachelor's hall we good fellows invite, To partake of the chase that makes up our delight, We have spirits like Jolly Dick, the lamplighter, They say the sun's my dad; And truly I believe That all men are beggars, you plainly may see, For beggars there are of ev'ry degree: Tho' none are so blest, or so happy as we, Which nobody can deny, which nobody can deny. OM Clewline's heart three damsels claim'd, Each for her faith and beauty fam'd, Would often burn, And tremble for his fate. 'Twas on an eve when whisp'ring gales To either fair at once appeal'd, Alas Alas! says Poll, how vain to wed, Which pang would pierce the most? But poverty, to Nan's surprise, Next to his Kate the partial tar Her love to gain, Had glory's laurel earn'd. Ah! Tom, says she, no fears alarm, She'd wed thee, love, to-morrow:. Then, dearest girl, 'tis thou alone Hath borne a part, And meet thein with sweet smiles. Know, Know, then, to try your worth I came; Than that which, with the mind's regard, Y YOUNG Harry would a courting go, But Kate, and Jane, and Betsy too With smiles each tried to gain his heart; y For he in truth swore ne'er to part Young Moggy was his heart's delight, When on the green they danc'd each night, She'd smile-he'd laugh with such a glee, They marry'd was-Hal paid his fee- Poor Dad and Mam were very glad To hear the happy news; With haste they ran, drest in the plaid, The ribands for to choose. Each lad and lass met on the green, Kate, Jane, and Bet, at church were seen, K YOUNG You YOUNG William was a seaman true, For blithe he was and kind; For tho' no lagging lubber he, And Jenny lov'd, but all by stealth; ; A friendly voice poor William hail'd; She, troubl'd, walks the beach in haste, A corpse was wash'd upon the shore; NO glory I court, no riches I want ; Ambition is nothing to me! The one thing I beg of kind Heav'n to grant, Is a mind independent and free. With passions unruffled, untainted with pride, The wants of my nature are cheaply supply'd, The blessings which Providence freely has lent, With sweet meditation, and cheerful content, In pleasure the great man's possession display, How vainly, thro' infinite trouble and strife, MY Y friends all declare that my time is mispent I ask no more wealth than Dame Fortune has · But the sweet little girl that I love. As the sweet little girl that I love. K 2 [sent, Tho |