A British seaman's name henceforward shall be penn'd, A terror to his foe, and an honour to his friend. At the battle of the Nile, Our children shall smile, And to ages yet unborn tell what England has perform❜d. Prospect of Hope. IN the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining, May my fate no less fortunate be, Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea: With an ambling pad pony to pace o'er the lawn, While I carol away idle sorrow, And,blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn, Look forward with hope for to-morrow, With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too, As the sunshine or rain may prevail; With a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, And a barn for the use of the flail: A cow for the dairy, a dog for my game, And a purse when a friend wants to borrow, I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame, Or what honours may wait him to-morrow, From the bleak northern blast may my cot be com→ pletely Secur'd by a neighbouring hill: And at night may reposesteal upon me more sweetly By the sound of a murmuring rill: And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With a heart free from sickness and sorrow, With my friends I will share what to-day may afford And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail cov'ring, Which I've worn for threescore years and ten, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hov'ring, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again! But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow, As this old worn-out stuff which is threadbare today, May become everlasting to-morrow. My Deary. A DOWN a green valley there liv'd an old maid, So, says I, will you marry me deary? O, la, fal, &c. Says she, "You embarrass me, coming to woo ;" And she tried how to blush, but she blush'd rather blue, For her cheeks of the roses were weary; Fays she, “I am told you're a sad little man, And cheat all the dear pretty girls that you can:" Says I," Don't believe it my deary!" Pretty deary! O, la, fal, &c. She consented that I for the licence should go, Out of his calf's head such a sheep's head threw he, The Girl of my Heart. I HAVE parks, I have grounds, I have strength, I have health, For had I the wealth which the Indies impart, My domains far extends, We have routs, public days, And had I the wealth which the Indies impart, Without the lovely girl of my heart, The sweet lovely girl of my heart. Black-Eyed Susan. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, William, who high upon the yard, So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, The noblest captain in the British fleet O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, Change as ye list, ye winds! my heart shall be Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempts with doubts thy constant mind; Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy skin is ivory so white: Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view, Though battle calls me from thy arms, Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, |