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be pui ;

He snubb'd me and huft'd me; but let me alone, 'Squire. Rather say,
Egad! I've a tongue and I paid him hisown. There's some more favour'd rivals
Ye wives, take the hint, and when spouse is untowrd, Some happy sweetheart is your thoogte
Stand firm to our charter, and have the last word. For him you keep your fascers; this
But now I'm quite alter'd, the more to my woe;

Sally. Well, if it be, 'tis Deither as

An honest lad he is, of honest ka:
I'm not what I was forty simmers ago ;

No higher than my equal I preest:
This time's a sore foe, there's no shunning his dort;

You have your answer, sir, and there's
However, I keep up a pretty good heari.
Grown old, yet I hate to be sitting mumchance ;

DUET.-The 'SQUIRs and SA
I still love a tune, though unable to dance ;
And books of derotion laid by on my shelf,

'Squite. Come, come, ny dear yar, 1
I teach thai to others I once did myself. [Erit.


Fine clothes you are!! La
The 'SQUIRE appears, descending the hill, with

it aray.

I'll give you this pure, 2000; in AIR.—The 'SQUIRE.


We'll kiss and we'll tog a..
Hark, hark! the shrill horn calls the sportsmen abroad;

mer's day.
To horse, my brave boys, and awny;
The morning is up, and the cry of the hounds Sally Of kissing and toying ya
Upbraids our loo tedious delay.

What pleasure we feel in pursuing the for!

Ok! should haplers Saint
O’er hill and o'er valley he flies;

Then follow, we'll soon overtake him-Huzza!

Besides, sir, beliere se, I score *** The traitor is seiz'd on, and dies.

The heart's not será garn!

be borghi.
Triumphant returning at night with the spoil,
Like Bacchanals, shouting and gay;

'Squire. Perhaps you're afraid of tzn.' How sweet with a bottle and lass to refresh,

And lose the fatigues of the day!

But know, above scanda
With sport, love, and wine, fickle fortune defy;
Duli wisdom all happiness sours :

And laugh, as you roli s
Since life is no more than a passage at best,

At draggle-tail chasa --
Let's strew the way over with flow'rs.

Sally If only thro' fear of the
[E.reunt Huntsmen. The 'SQUIRE knocks at

My coyness and me the dour of the cottage.

sheu; Enter Sally.

Its pardor 'tuere easy win

But how, ieit me kor, 1
Sally. Ah! whither have my heedless steps be-

tray'd ?
Squire. Where would you ly ? of who are you 'Squire. Leave morals to grey bearia,
afraid ?

Here's neither spectre, ghost, nor goblin nigh;

For better espen-
Nor any one but Cupid, you, and I.

Sally. Unlucky!

(Aside. 'Squire. Oh fie! child, love bado yana berada 'Squire. 'Sdeath! she sets me all on fire.

Bewitching girl! I languish with desire.

Sally. But virtue consid - le
But wherefore do you shrink, and trembling stand,

So coy, so silly?
Sally. Pray, sir, loose my hand.

When late I wander'd o'er the plain,

From nymph to nymph I strove in vain
My wild desires to rally;

SCENE I.-The Sesade.
But now they're of themselves come home,
And, strange, no longer seek to roam : Enter Thomas, with Sailors in a bost from
They centre all in Sally.

they land.
Yet she, unkind one, damps my joy ;

Thomas. Avast! my boys, avast! a! L1891b
And cries I court but to destroy :

Messmates, what cheer ?' Old Eagasi a
Can love with ruin tally?
By those dear lips, those eyes, I swear, I'm thinking how the wenches tall soju,
I would all deaths, all torments beat,

Out with your presents, boys, and take
Rather than injure Sally.

I've an old sweetheart-but kook, there's cu
Come, then, oh! come, thou sweeter far Weigh anchor, tack about, and lei's jus c..
Than jessamine and roses are,
Or lilies of the valley ;

Oh! follow love, and quit your fear,

How happy is the sailor's life,
guide you to these arms, my dear,

From coast to coast to roas;
And make me bless'd in Sally.

In erery port he finds a efs,
Sally. Sir, you bemean yourself; and, to be free,

In every land a home.
Some lady you should choose of fit degree:

He loves to range,
I am too low, too vulgar

He's no where strange

my own!



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He ne'er ull urn his back,

That brutish 'squire! but wherefore should I fear?
To friend or foe;

I ne'er can turn false-hearted to my dear.
No, masters, no ;

No, when he came his last farewell to take,
My life for honest Jack.

He bid me wear this token for his sake;
He loves to range, &c.

He shall not prove ne tickle and unkind;

Or say, that--out of sight was out of mind.
If saucy foes dare make a noise,
And to the sword appeal ;

We out, and quickly lurn 'em boys,

Auspicious spirits guard my love,
With whom they have to deal.

In time of danger near him bide ;
We know no craft,

With out-spread wings around him move,
But 'fore and aft

And turn each random ball aside.
Lay on our strokes amain ;

And you his foes, though hearts of steel,
Then, if they're stout,

Oh! may you then with me accord;
For t'other buut,

A sympathetic passion feel,
We drub 'em o'er again.

Behold his face, and drop the sword,
We know no craft, &c.

Ye winds, your blust'ring fury leave ;
Or fair or foul, let Fortune blow,

Like airs that o'er the garden sweep;
Our hearts are never dull;

Breathe soft in sighs, and gently heave
The pocket that to-day ebbe low,

The calm, smooth bosom of the deep.
Tomorrow shall be full ;

Till halcyon peace return'd, once more,
For if so be,

Prom blasts secure, and hostile harms,
We want, d'ye see !

My sailor views his native shore,
A pluck of this here stuff ;

And harbours safe in these fond arms.
In India,

Enter the 'SQUIRE.
And America,
We're sure to find enough.

DUET.-The 'Squire and Sally.
For if so be, &c.

'Squire. Well met, pretty maid ;
Then bless the king and bless the state,

Nay, don't be afraid ;
And bless our captains all;

I mean you no mischief, I row ;
And ne'er may chance unfortunate,

Psha! what is't you ail?
The British fleet befall.

Come, give me your pai,
But prosp'rous gales,

And I'll carry it up to your cow.
Where'er she sails,

Sally. Pray let it alone,
And erer may she ride,

Pre hands of my own,
Of sea and shore,

Nor need your's to help me--forbear!
Till time's no more,

How can you persist ?
The terror and the pride.

I won't, sir, be kiss'd,

But prosp'rous gales, &c. (Ereunt. Nor teas'd thus-go trifle elsewhere.
Enter the 'SQUIRE and DORCAS.

'Squire. In yon lonely grore,

I saw an alcore,
Squire. In vain I've ev'ry wily art assay'd,

All round the sweet riolet springs; for promises can tempt, nor vows persuade ;

And there was a thrush,
Jo prospect of success is left me now:

Hard by in a bush,
--Z1 low shall I gain her ?
Durcas. Why, l'll tell you how.

Twould charm you to hear how he sings.

Sally. But hark ! pr'ythee, hark ! 1 $ his way she comes ; the wench is full of pride, Lay oaths, and vows, and promises aside :

Look, yonder's a lark, Often, when regular approaches fail,

It warbles and pleases me so; Besiegers storm a place, and so prevail.

To hear the soft tale,

Oth' sweet nightingale,

I would not be tempted to go.
All you would wish to succeed with a lass,

'Squire. Learn how the affair's to be done ;

Then here we'll sit down ;
For if you stand fooling, and shy, like an ass,

Come, come, never frown,
You'll lose her as sure as a gun.

No longer my bliss I'll retard;

Kind Venus shall spread,

Her reil over head, 1946 et Iith whining, and sighing, and vows, and all that, As far as you please you may run ;

And the little rogue, Cupid, keep yuard.
She'll hear you, and jeer you, and give you a pat,
But jilt you, as sure as a gas

Enter Thomas.
To worship, and call her bright goddess, is fine ;

Inomas. What's this I see? May I believe my
But mark

the consequence, mum;

eyes ?
The baggago will think herself really divine, A pirate just about to board my prize!
And scorn you as sure as a gun.

'Tis well I this way chanc'd my course to steer –

Sal, what's the matter?
Then be with a maiden, bold, frolic, and stout,

Sally. Thomas !
And no opportunity shun;
She'll tell you she hates you, and swear she'll cry oul, Pellow, begone, or

'Squire. 'Sdeath! who's here?
But mum-she's as sure as a gun. (Ereunt.

Thomas. Larn your phrase to mend:
Enter Sally, with a milking pail.

Do you sheer off, or else I'll make you, friend.
Sally. How cruel those who, with ungen'rous aim, Let go the wench, I claim her for my share,
Strive to seduce, and bring poor maids to shame! And now lay heade upon her if you dare.

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TRIO.-The 'SQUIRE, THOMAS, and Sally.

But bang this talking, my desires

You see yon steeple, and keen
'Squire. Saucy rascal, this intrusion
You shall answer to your cost :

DUET.-Thomas asd Seier
Bully'd !-scandaliz'd.confusion! Thomas. Let fops pretend in fase
All my schemes and wishes cross d.

And talk of gangs the rese
Thomas, Hark you master, keep your distance;

I speak without disguise
Sblood! take notice what I say:

And with my hans beste was
There's the channel, no resistance,

Sally. Let ladies prudishly decy,
Tack about, and bear away.

Look cold, and gise sker sk
Sally. Would you wrest our freedom from us !

I own the passion is my best
Now my heart has lost its fear :

And long to make my best
Oh! my best, my dearest Thomas, Thomas, For this the railor om te
Sure some angel brought you here.

Endures the cold and casa 'Squire. Since her paltry inclination,

All dripping wet, searz De
Stoops to such a thing as you ;

And brates the fury sf ste
Thus I make a recantation,

Sally. For this the virgir pores az..
Wretched, foolish girl, adieu ! (E.cit.

With throbbing heart, and

Til sweet reverse of box Sally. Oh! welcome, welcome! How shall I im.

And clasp the faishja part The joy this happy meeting gives my heart ?

Both. Ye British youths, be bras Now, Tom, in safety stay at home with me,

The British sirgins , And never trust again that treach’rous sea.

Protect their beauty for us Thomas. Excuse me, Sal, while mighty George And they'll repay you wis **

bas foes, On land and main, their malice I'U oppose.

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