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No fond regret must Norman know;
His foot like arrow free, Mary.
Shall be a thought on thee, Mary.
To my young bride and me, Mary!
FAREWELL THOU STREAM.
Around Eliza's dwelling!
Within my bosom swelling :
And yet in secret languish, To feel a fire in ev'ry vein,
Nor dare disclose my anguish.
Love's veriest wretch, unseen, unknown,
I fain my griefs would cover :
Betray the hapless lover.
Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;
For pity's sake forgive me!
The music of thy voice I heard,
Nor wist while it enslav’d me;
Till fears no more had sav'd me:
The wheeling torrent viewing; 'Mid circling horrors sinks at last
In overwhelming ruin.
THE GENERAL TOAST.
Now to the widow of fifty;
Let the toast pass, drink to the lass,
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize,
Now to the damsel with none, sir;
Let the toast pass, fc.
Now to her that's as brown as a berry;
Let the toast pass, &c.
Young or ancient, I care not a feather;
THE FLIGHT OF LOVE.
Where roses breathing,
And woodbines wreathing,
His garden flourish’d,
And not even Love can live on flowers.
Should e'er come hither,
Such sweets to wither!
She came one morning,
Ere Love had warning, And rais’d the latch, where the young god lay; Oh 'ho! (said Love,) is it you? good bye ;
So he op'd the window, and flew away!
Shall yield to fell despair;
And conquers ev'ry care.
On native strength relies;
In turn the hunter flies.
THE SAILOR'S EPITAPH.
The darling of our crew;
For death has brought him to.
His heart was kind and soft;
His virtues were so rare;
His Poll was kind and fair;
Ah ! many's the time and oft;
For Tom is gone aloft.
When He who all commands,
The word to pipe all hands.
In vain Toni's life has doff'd; For, tho' his body's under hatches,
His soul is gone aloft.
THE SOLDIER TIR'D.
And scorns the spear and shield;
AH! WHAT A PITY.
My love's the gayest of the throng,
The first of swains of cot or city;
He woo'd in words so soft and pretty ;
and left poor I
HEARTS OF OAK.
Come, cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Steady, boys, steady,
Hearts of oak, &c. They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes ! They frighten our women, our children and beaux; But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er, Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.
Hearts of oak, &c.