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W HY droops my Nan, and why those tears!
V Cheerful, my girl, dispel those fears; Cast grief aside, while from you far, Tumultuous billows rock your tar: While howling winds around him blow, Let none your bosom ache with woe: A pow'r benignant from above, Will guard me for my dearest love.
I go, my Nan, my country's friend,
W HO better knows the world than I,
A newsman is my calling, And in all weathers, wet or dry,
Rare news I'm always bawling;
My papers to enhance,
But just arriv'd from France !
Search round the world, you'll find 'tis true,
The one half of mankind,
The other half to blind :
Drives on thro' lite so cheerly,
Some thousand folks cure yearly;
Your money-lenders advertise,
And puff their schemes so fair; They tell us us’ry they despise,
Then trap the rich man's heir.
Their soap for ladies faces;
Which gives a thousand graces;
Players and dancers, well 'tis known,
Gain half their fame by puffing;
Their pockets mean-time stuffing.
The aim the golden stuff;
But give ye puff for puff,
WHY, W HY, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm ! W
wiping, A tear is a pleasure, d'ye see, in its way: 'Tis nonsense for trifles, I own, to be piping,
But they that ha'nt pity, why I pities they : Says the Captain, says he, I shall never forget it, If of courage you'd know, lads, the true from
the sham, 'Tis a furious lion in battle, so let it,
But duty appeas’d, 'tis in mercy a lamb. There was bustling Bob Bounce, for the old one
not caring, Helter skelter, to work, pelt away, cut, and drive;
ing, Swearing, he, for his part, had no notion of spar
Why, as for a foe, why he'd eat him alive. But when that he found an old prisoner he'd
wounded, That once sav'd his life, as near drowning he
swam; The lion was tam'd, and with pity confounded,
He cried over him just all as one as a lamb,
That my friend, Jack or Tom, I should rescue
from danger, Or lay my life down for each lad in the mess, Is nothing at all; 'tis the poor wounded stranger,
And the poorer the more I shall succour distress; For however their duty bold tars may delight in,
And peril defy as a bug-bear or fam; Tho' the lion may feel surly pleasure in fighting, lle'll feel more by compassion when turu'd to a lanib,
The heart and the eyes you see feel the same
motion, And if both shed their drops 'tis all to the
same end; And thus 'tis that every tiglit lad of the ocean, Sheds his blood for his country, his tears for
his friend. If my maxim's disease, 'tis disease I shall die on,
You may snigger and titter, I do'nt care a damn! In me let the foe feel the paw of the lion,
But, the battle once ended, the heart of a lamb.
TN the world's crooked path where I've been, 1. There to share of life's gloom my poor part, The bright sunshine, that soften'd the scene,
Was a smile from the girl of my heart. :
Not a swain, when the lark quits her nest,
But to labour, with glee, will depart,
With a smile from the girl of his heart.
Come then crosses and cares as they may,
Let my mind still this maxim impart,
Is--a smile from the girl of his heart,
T TRAVERS'D Juda's barren sand, 1. At beauty's altar to adore; But there the l'urk had spoil'd the land,
And Siou's daughters were no more, In Greece, the bold imperious mien,
The wanton look, the lcering eye, Bade Love's devotions not be seen,
Where Constancy is never nigh.
From thence to Italy's fair shore
I bent my never-ceasing way, And to Loretta's temple bore
A mind devoted still to pray:But there, too, Superstition's hand
Hlad sickly'd ev'ry feature o'er; And made me soon regain the land
Where beauty fills the western shore;
Where Ilymen, with celestial pow'r,
Connubial transport doth adorn; Where purest virtue sports the hour!
That ushers in each happy morn.