Then bring me a goblet from Bacchus's hoard,
The largest and deepest that stands on the board ;
I'll fill up a brimmer, and drink to the fair,
'Tis the thirst of a lover, and pledge me who dare!

SONG.

Contented I am, and contented I'll be;
For what can this world more afford,
Than a girl that will sociably sit on my knee,
And a cellar that's plenteously stor❜d?'

See! my vault door is open, descend ev'ry guest,
Tap the cask, for the wine we will try;
"Tis as sweet as the lips of your love to your taste,
And as bright as her cheeks to your eye.

In a piece of slit hoop I my candle have stuck,
'Twill light us each bottle to hand;

The foot of my glass for the purpose I've broke
For I hate that a bumper should stand.

Sound that pipe-'tis in tune, and the binns are well

fill'd,

View that heap of Champaigne in the rear ;

Those bottles are Burgundy, see how they're pil'd,

Like artillery, tier over tier.

My cellar's my camp, and my soldiers my flasks,
All gloriously rang'd in review;

When I cast my eyes round, I consider my casks
As kingdoms I've got to subdue.

'Tis my will when I die, not a tear shall be shed,
No hic jacet be grav'd on my stone;

But pour on my coffin a bottle of red,
And say that my drinking is done.

Second

END OF THE TE VOLUME.

INDEX TO VOL. I.

AURORA, now summon's the lads of the course.
An honest tar, and fresh from sea.

A bankrupt in trade, fortune frowning on shore.
A lass was left to my care

Ask you who is singing here.

A poor little gypsey, I wander forlorn.

A plague on those musty old lubbers.

A little boy,a Savoyard

A sailor I was born and bred

Ah, could my flowing tears avail
Ajolly miller, blithe I sing

A British sailor is my dad

As I walk'd thro' the Strand so careless gay

A bachelor leads an easy life

As I walk'd out one May summer morning
A Pirate's life's a voyage of glee

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At Wapping I landed and call'd to hail Mog

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A poor soul sat sighing beneath a tall tree
Again the willing trump of fame

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By the gaily-circling glass.

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Believe my vows, while thus we part

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Come, buy poor Sally's wooden ware.

Contented I am, and contented I'll be

Daddy Neptune one day to freedom did say

By my mother t'was said and by me t'was believ'd
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn
Behold the man that is unlucky

Begone, dull care, I pr'y thee begone from me
Ben Bowsprit I am, and a true jolly Boy
Beneath this broad oak, not a better to show
Britannia's sons, attend my call

Come hasten, my hearties, to true honest Ned.
Could I conquer the passion of love.

Come Royal George, and all thy court.

Come away pretty maids

Come rouse my brave sportsmen
Come thou soul reviving cup

Come cross my hand, my art surpasses

Cease, fair ladies, cease bewailing

Come, haste to the wedding

Dear is my little native vale.

Dear Nancy I've sail'd the wide world all around
Down by the River there grows a green willow
Dick Dock, a tar at Greenwich moor'd
Dear Tom, this brown jug

Ere Emma's fair form first attracted my view
Eliza once was fair and young

Escap'd with life in tatters.

From the County of Cork, near Dublin I came

From the white blossom'd Sloe, my dear Cloe requested

From dad and mam's society

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Go search the world round and about

Gin ye meet a bonny lassie

Had Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea
How sweet in the woodlands

Happy were the days, from infancy advancing

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Harry came to me last week

How various the blushes that tint the cheek

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Her mouth with a smile

If ever a sailor was fond of good sport

How blest was I when nature smil'd

How sweet when the nightingale
His sparkling eyes were dark as jet

How mild in the ruby pale chastity flushes
Habbakuk's my name, it's well to my friends
How stands the glass around

How cruel are the parents

In Britain, the soil that true liberty yields
I've carried arms through lands a far
In the rough blast heaves the billow

In a cottage I live and a cot of content

I'm jolly Jack Maintop-mast, call'd jolly Jack of Dover
In early youth, to fear a stranger

In a vessel of my own I have oft ta'en a trip

In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade

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In the garden of love, like the garden of Flora

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I have a silent sorrow here

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If a landsman would know the true creed of a tar

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I've loved many a maiden fair

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It chanc'd one day that a crow so black

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I sigh for a maid, and a sweet pretty maid

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If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast

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I sail'd in the ship, Duke of Clarence

In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain
I rise with the morn, contemplate the sun

I am a physical snob, Sirs

If I live to grow old

I'm as smart a lad as you'd wish to see

Let town bred belles, elate with pride

Left his friends and his home

In the dead of the night

I've sail'd the world round

Life's like a ship in constant motion

Little Jane of the mead had a lover so fine.

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Mirth, be thy mingled pleasure mine

My name, d'ye see's, Tom Tough, I've seen a little sarvice

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Madam, you know my trade is war

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My friend is the man I would copy through life

Mr. Abraham Newland's a monstrous good man
My jovial friends, with social glee:

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My friends all declare that my time is mispent

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Now Joan we are married, and now let me say
Ned Flint was lov'd by all the ship

Now listen, my honies, awhile, if you please

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Oh! where and Oh! where is your Highland laddie gone

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Oh! born to soothe distress, and lighten care

O think on my fate, I once freedom enjoy'd

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O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France

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Of all the girls in our town

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On board the Valiant we set sail

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Once the Gods of the Greeks, at ambrosial feasts

Round Mont Blanc's lofty summit, and Alps' snowy head

Stay, Lady, stay, for mercy's sake

See the Park throng'd with beauties, the tumult begun

Sam Steel is my name, and a man of some fame

Sweet ditties wou'd my Patty sing

Says the fable so pat, once a man had a cat

Some pity afford to a poor soldier's daughter

Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak

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The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower

The parent bird, whose little nest

Time has not thin'd my flowing hair

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Tom Starboard was a lover true

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To lecture I come, and your pardon I crave

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The deuce take the cards, for they give to me the gripes

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The world may go hunting for money or fame

The loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast
The moon had climb'd the highest hill

Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word
Tho' winter spreads her drear domain

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The trees seem'd to fade as the dear spot I'm viewing
Talk as you will, the fair rule still

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