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One who threaten'd your life, dash'd below by a wave, Your own hand I saw snatch from a watery grave; And you said 'twas well done, for that still with the
brave The noblest of glory's to spare.
When yard-arm and yard-arm ’longside of a foe, When the blood from the scuppers rain’d on us
below, When crippled enough to be taken in tow To strike we saw Mounseer prepare; If a broadside below, or a volley above, The men were all ready to give her for love, How oft has your honour cried, “Not a hand move, A hero's true glory's to spare.”
THE ANCHOR'S WEIGHED.
HE tear fell gently from her eye,
When last we parted on the shore,
To think I ne'er might see her more. • Dear youth,” she cried, “and canst thou haste
away? My heart will break—a little moment stay, Alas! I cannot, cannot part from thee!” “ The anchor's weighed-farewell! remember me.”
“Weep not, my love,” I trembling said;
“ Doubt not a constant heart like mine; I ne'er can meet another maid
Whose charms can fix this heart like thine.”
“Go, then,” she cried, “and let thy constant mind
Oft think on her you leave in tears behind.” “Dear maid, this last embrace my pledge shall beThe anchor's weighed_farewell! remember me.”
THE BRITISH FLAG FLIES AT THE MAIN.
OUR slack-jaw belay, if you ask Jack's
Which against the whole world we'll maintain, And ever obey'd shall the symbol of glory,
The British flag, fly at the main.
Our rule to dispute, urged by envy and rancour,
Oft navy to navy hath join'd,
Their threats we return with disdain ;
The British flag flies at the main.
And pant to invade Britain's shore:
For nautical aid all implore;
But true to ourselves’mid the world's wide commotion,
We bravely those rights will maintain ;
The British flag, flies at the main.
THE SHANNON AND CHESAPEAKE.
HE comes, she comes, in glorious style
To quarters fly, ye hearts of oak!
Exclaim'd the gallant Captain Broke. “ Three cheers, my brave boys, let your ardour
bespeak, And give them a round from your cannon, And soon they shall find that the proud Chesapeake
Shall lower her flag to the Shannon.”
Lawrence, Columbia's pride and boast,
Of conquest counted sure as fate; He thus address'd his haughty host,
With form erect and heart elate« Three cheers, my brave boys, let your courago
bespeak, And give them a taste of your cannon; And soon they shall know that the proud Chesapeake
Shall ne'er lower a flag to the Shannon.”
Silent as death each foe drew nigh;
While lock'd in hostile close embrace, Brave Broke, with British seaman's eye,
The signs of terror soon could trace;
He exclaim’d, while his looks did his ardour bespeak,
“Brave boys, they all flinch from their cannon; Board, board, my brave messmates, the proud
Spread death and terror where they came;
And called aloud on Mercy's name.
Yet exclaim'd, “They have fled from their cannon;
Has lower'd her flag to the Shannon.”
He closed his eyes in endless night:
Of hopes all blighted in that fight.
Survived to again play his cannon;
Shall resound to the banks of the Shannon.
WAS one morn when the wind from the
northward blew keenly, And sullenly roar’d the big waves of
the main, A famed smuggler, Will Watch, kiss'd his Sue, then
Took helm, and to sea boldly steer'd out again.
Will had promised his Sue that this trip, if well ended,
Should coil up his hopes and he'd anchor ashore; When his pockets were lined, why his life should be
mended; The laws he had broken he'd never break more.
His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her
lading, Then Will stood for home, reach'd the offing, and
cried, This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my trading,
In dock I can lay, serve a friend, too, beside. Will lay to till the night came on, darksome and
dreary, To crowd every sail, then, he piped up each hand, But a signal soon spied ('twas a prospect uncheery),
A signal that warn’d him to bear from the land.
“ The Philistines are out,” cried Will, “ we'll take
no heed on't; Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from his
Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel the
need on't, We'll fight while we can; when we can't, boys,
we'll run." Through the haze of the night a bright flash now
appearing, “Oh! oh!” cries Will Watch, “ the Philistines
bear down; Bear a hand, my tight lads, ere we think about
sheering, One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or