All ranks and degrees of the quality, Public breakfast at seven at night. (Spoken.)-It will be pretty expensive, and I may over-run the constable; but to pay debts is unfashionable, so when a dun knocks at the door, I shall look out of the window and say, Call again to-morrow, Can't you? Call again to-morrow. I'll then, to support my indignity, (Spoken.)-Conscience may tease me a little, but it is all dicky with that in the new school; common sense and common honesty may do for common folks, but with us people of superogatory rank its all Call again to-morrow, Can't you? Call again to-morrow. The Brown Jug. DEAR Tom, this brown jug, which now forms with mild ale, Of which I now drink to sweet Kate of the vale, ; Was once Toby Philpot, a thirsty old soul, It chanc'd as in dog-days he sat at his ease, His body, when long in the ground it had lain, Within a Mile of Edinburgh. I canno, canno, wonno, wonno, mauno buckle too. Jockey was a wag that never would wed, Won her heart right merrily, Yet still she blush'd and frowning cry'd, I canno, canno, wonno, wonno, manno buckle too, But when he vow'd he woo'd make her his bride, At church she no more frowning cry'd, I canno, canno, wonno, wonno, manno buckle too. When in War on the Ocean. WHEN in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe, Though with ardour for conquest our bosoms may glow; Let us see on their vessels old England's flag wave, They shall find British sailors but conquer to save, See their tri-colour'd ensigns we view from afar, With three cheers they are welcom'd by each British tar; While the Genius of Britain still bids us advance, Our guns hurl in thunders defiance to France. But mark the last broadside; she sinks, down she goes; Quickly man all your boats, they no longer are focs; Ye Gentlemen of England. YE gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon the dangers of the seas: Give ear unto the mariners, and they will plainly show, All the cares and the fears, When the stormy winds do blow. If enemies oppose us when England is at wars With any foreign nations, we fear no wounds or scars; Our roaring guns shall teach them our valour for to know, Whilst they reel on the keel, When the stormy winds do blow. Then courage, all brave mariners, and never be afraid; Whilst we have bold adventurers, we ne'er shall want a trade; Our merchants will employ us to bring them wealth we know ; Then he bold, work for gold, Death of the Fox. WHEN Sol from the east had illumin'd the sphere, And gilded the lawns and the riv❜lets so clear, I rose from my tent, and, like Richard, I call'd For my horse, and my hounds, too, loudly I bawl'd. Hark forward, my boys! Billy Meadows he cried; No sooner he spoke, but old Reynard he spied. Over-joy'd at the sight, we began for to skip ; Tantaron went the horn, and smack went the whip. Tom Bramble scour'd forth, when, almost to his chin, O'erleaping a ditch-by the Lord he leap'd in; |