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JIS said that love, the more 'tis tried,
Grows firmer, and lasts longer; And when distress the knot has tied,
'Tis closer knit, and stronger. She who with love's best joys would fain
That Fate should thus regale her, Must share the peril and the pain
That mark the gallant sailor.
To hope in vain, in vain to sigh,
Deep sorrow to dissemble,
every breeze to tremble,
To ease her mind avail herThese dreadful trials speak her fears
Who loves a gallant sailor.
And now, her mis’ries to refine,
To Fate she's forced to yield him;
Where newspapers have kill'd him:
Cease, lovers, to bewail her;-
She holds her gallant sailor.
THE REWARD OF FIDELITY.
HE storm had ceas'd, the vessel, striving,
Lay on the frightful breakers, torn, When, scarcely the drown'd crew
surviving, Jack pined his destiny forlorn: “Where are those friends whom late I cherish’d,
That manly, noble, honest band ?
To wail them in a foreign land ?
“Where is my love, my charming Kitty?
Alas! unmindful of my grief,
Nor thinks her Jack most wants relief.
To view our mis’ry, crowd the strand; Hard fate's perhaps my life prolonging
For murder in a foreign land.
“But do my flatt'ring eyes deceive me?
Or, if they do, what outstretch'd arms Are these thus tender'd to relieve me ?
'Tis she! 'tis she! in all her charms. My faith and truth, to so much beauty,
Fate, to reward, with partial hand This pattern sends of love and duty,
To save me in a foreign land !"
HONESTY IN TATTERS.
HIS here's what I does—I, d'ye see, forms
a notion That our troubles, our sorrows, and
strife, Are the winds and the billows that ferment the ocean,
As we work through the passage of life: And, for fear on life's sea lest the vessel should founder,
To lament, and to weep, and to wail, Is a pop-gun that tries to outroar a nine-pounder,
All the same as a whiff in a gale. Why now I, though hard fortune has pretty near
starved me, And my togs are all ragged and queer, Ne'er yet gave the bag to the friend that had served
me, Or caused ruined beauty a tear.
Now there, t'other day, when my messmate deceived
Stole my rhino, my chest, and our Poll, Do you think in revenge, while their treachery grieved
me, I a court-martial call'd ?-Not at all. This here on the matter was my way of argu’ing
'Tis true, they han't left me a cross ; A vile wife and false friend, though, are gone by the
bargain, So the gain, d'ye see's more than the loss. For though fortune's a jilt and has pretty, &c.
The heart's all ;—when that's built as it should, sound
and clever, We go
'fore the wind like a fly;
You'll always sail in the wind's eye:
I'm adrift ;-let it blow, then, great guns,
Content, though hard fortune, &c.
THE PRESSGANG. (by Camery
7H! where will you hurry my dearest?
Say, say, to what clime or what shore ?
That ever loved mortal before.
And force the dear youth from my arms ! Restore him, that I may caress him,
And shield him from future alarms.
In vain you insult and deride me,
And make but a scoff at my woes : You ne'er from my dear shall divide me,
I'll follow wherever he goes.
My soul any terror can brave;
So soon shall the sea be my grave.
THE VETERAN IN RETIREMENT.
HOUGH laid up in port, I am not outward
bound; In my upper works there's nothing
And if call’d on, I'm ready for sailing.
Have friends just what number I fancy;
wifeMy lovely, my valuable Nancy. I well know that weevils and rats play me pranks,
At my cost who are eating and drinking; This nibbles my biscuits, that gnaws at my planks,
And would fly off at once were I sinking; Lord help the poor things they can't hurt my good
Let them pilch, then, away to their fancy: They may pilfer my money, injure my fame,
But they never can rob me of Nancy.
As well may the French kick against Dover rock,
That keeps ev'ry threat at a distance:
And I envy no one in existence.
No sorrow shall trouble my fancy ;
In a prayer for the health of my Nancy.