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What's the play, Ma'am ? says I to a good-natured
tit, The play! 'tis the uproar you quizMy timbers, cried I, the right name on't you've hit,
For the devil an uproar it is : For they pipe and they squeal, now alow, now aloft,
If it wan't for the petticoat gear, With their squeaking so mollyish, tender, and soft,
One should scarcely know ma'am from mounseer.
Next at kicking and dancing they took a long spell,
All springing and bounding so neat,
Oh, she daintily handled her feet.
round so queer,
Consider I'm just come from sea.
Ten't an Englishman's taste to have none of these
goes, So away to the playhouse I'll jog, Leaving all your fine Bantums and Ma'am Parisoes,
For old Billy Shakspeare and Mog.
spouse; She smiled as she saw'd me approach; And when I'd shook hands and saluted her bows,
We to Wapping set sail in a coach.
THE SAILOR'S SHEET ANCHOR.
SMILING grog is the sailor's best hope,
his sheet anchor, His compass, his cable, his log, That gives him a heart which life's caro
Unite to confound him,
'Tis grog, only grog,
What though he to a friend in trust
His prize money convey,
Cheats him, and runs away:
'Gainst all false hearts ashore; Of the remainder clears his purse, And then to sea for more.
There smiling grog, &c.
What though his girl, who often swore
To know no other charms,
Clasp'd in a rival's arms:
And seeks a kinder she;
Dances, gets groggy, clears his purse,
And goes again to sea.
Smiling grog, &c.
GROG AND GIRLS.
SAILOR and an honest heart,
With that she freely cuts the waves :
Consults his heart, and danger braves
"Tis not a thousand leagues from home
Danger surrounds him far and near;
Consults his heart, and scorns to fear;
The risks he runs endear him more
'Tis not that in the hottest fight
He must of danger have his share.
Consults his heart and shakes off care;
THAT once was a ploughman, a sailor am
now, No lark that aloft in the sky Ever flutter'd his wings, to give speed to
the plough, Was so gay or so careless as I. But my friend was a carfindo aboard a king's ship, And he ax'd me to go just to sea for a trip;
And he talk'd of such things,
As if sailors were kings, And so teazing did keep, That I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep;
No longer the horn
Calld me up in the morn; I trusted the carfindo and the inconstant wind, That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.
I did not much like for to be aboard a ship;
When in danger there's no door to creep out; I liked the jolly tars, I liked bumbo and flip,
But I did not like rocking about.
Ah! cried I, who would roam,
had a home? Where I'd sow and I'd reap, Ere I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep:
Where sweetly the horn
Calld me up in the morn, Ere I trusted the carfindo and the inconstant wind, That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.
At last safe I land, and in a whole skin,
Nor did I make any long stay, Ere I found, by a friend, whom I ax'd for my kin,
Father dead, and my wife run away. Ah, who but thyself, said I, hast thou to blame? · Wives, losing their husbands, oft lose their good name.
Ah, why did I roam,
When so happy at home ? I could sow and could reap Ere I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep.
When so sweetly the horn
Call’d me up in the mornCurse light upon the carfindo and the inconstant wind, That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.
Why, if that be the case, said this very same friend, And you
be n't no more minded to roam, Gi's a shake of your fist, all your care's at an end,
Dad's alive, and your wife safe at home.