And are alive i' the skies,
If thus our lips and eyes
Can speak like spirits unconfined

In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.

RICHARD LOVELACE.

LXXIX

Oh Yarmouth is a pretty Town'

OH Yarmouth is a pretty town

And shines where it stands,

And the more I think of it

The more it runs in my mind:
The more I think of it

It makes my heart to grieve,
At the sign of the Angel
Pretty Nancy did live.

The rout came on Sunday,

On Monday we marched away:
And the drums they did beat

And the music did play.
Many hearts were rejoicing,
But my heart was sad

Το

part from my true loveWhat a full heart I had!

Will you go on board of ship?

My love, will you try?
I'll buy you as fine seafare

As money will buy.

And while I'm on sentry
I'll guard you from all foe:
My love, will you go with me?
But her answer was 'No'.

Oh Yarmouth is a pretty town
And shines where it stands,

And the more I think of it

The more it runs in my mind:
The more I think of it

It makes my heart to grieve,
At the sign of the Angel

Pretty Nan I did leave,

LXXX

"'Twas when the Seas were Roaring'

"TWAS when the seas were roaring,

With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd.

Wide o'er the foaming billows,

She cast a wistful look;

Her head was crown'd with willows,
That trembled o'er the brook.

Twelve months are gone and over,

And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou, vent'rous lover,
Why didst thou trust the seas?
Cease, cease then, cruel ocean,
And let my lover rest:

Oh! what's thy troubled motion,
To that within my breast?

The merchant rob'd of pleasure,

Sees tempests in despair;
But what's the loss of treasure,
To losing of my dear!
Should you some coast be laid on,
Where gold and di'monds grow,
You'd find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you so.
How can they say that nature
Has nothing made in vain;
Why then beneath the water

Should hideous rocks remain ?
No eyes those rocks discover,
That lurk beneath the deep,
To wreck the wand'ring lover,
And leave the maid to weep.

All melancholy lying,

Thus wail'd she for her dear,
Repay'd each blast with sighing,
Each billow with a tear:
When o'er the white wave, stooping,
His floating corpse she spy'd;

Then like a lily drooping,

She bow'd her head and dy'd.

LXXXI

Black-eyed Susan

JOHN GAY.

ALL in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd,

The streamers waving in the wind,

When black-eyed Susan came on board

Oh! where shall I my true love find?

Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William sails among your crew.
William, who high upon the yard

Rock'd with the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below.

The cord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,

Shuts close his pinions to his breast, If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain of the British fleet Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.

O Susan, Susan, lovely dear!

My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear

We only part to meet again.

Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee!

Believe not what the landmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee sailors, when away,

In every port a mistress find:

Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go!

If to far India's coast we sail

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,

Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white:

Thus every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

Though battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn ;
Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms,
William shall to his dear return:

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread,
No longer must she stay on board:

They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head.
The less'ning boat unwilling rows to land;
Adieu! she cried, and waved her lily hand.
JOHN GAY.

LXXXII

The Sailor Laddie

My love has been in London City,
So has he been at Port Mahon,
My love is away at Greenland,
I hope he will come back again.

Oh! my bonny sailor laddie,
Oh! my bonny sailor, he,
Well I love my sailor laddie,
Blyth and merry may he be.

M