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That she's kind as she's fair, 1 freely declare,

So none can my candour reprove,
But then what I rue, and, believe

me,
it's

true, Is-hang it--for being in love ; For my heart throbs, throbs, throbs, and it beats,

beats, beats, Goes pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pat; And, ah! I'm afraid, for the face of the maid

All under the gipsey bat.

I own,

my

That I've said all my life I'd ne'er take a wife,
And look’d on all plagues that the worst,

for heart was then free from smart, But now, 0, I think it will burst; For it throbs, throbs, throbs, and it beats, beats,

beats, Goes pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pat; And, ah! I must tell, for the face of the girl

All under the gipsey-hat.

INS
INSPIR’D by so grateful a duty,

In terms strongest art can devise;
Bards have written those raptures on beauty

That lovers have wasted on sighs: 1, to fill the sweet theme more completely,

Sing the beauty of goodness the while; For every face is dress'd sweetly,

Where beams a benevolent smile.
While the heart some beneficent action

Contemplates, with joy the eyes speak,
On the lip quivers mute satisfaction,
And a glow of delight paints the cheek;

Bliss

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Bliss pervades every feature completely,

Adding beauty to beauty the while, And the loveliest face looks more sweetly,

Where beams a benevolent smile.

L
IFE's like a ship in constant motion,

Sometimes high and sometimes low;
Where ev'ry one must brave the ocean,

Whatsoever winds may blow: If, unassail'd by squall or show'r,

Wafted by the gentle gales; Let's not lose the fav'ring hour,

While success attends our sails.

Or, if the wayward winds should bluster,

Let us not give way to fear; But let us all our patience muster,

And learn, by Reason, how to steer; Let judgment keep you ever steady,

'Tis a ballast never fails; Should dangers rise, be ever ready,

To manage well the swelling sails.

Trust not too much your own opinion,
While
your

vessel's under way; Let good example bear dominion,

That's a compass will not stray:
When thund'ring tempests make shudder,

Or Boreas on the surface rails,
Let good Discretion guide the rudderg
And Providence attend the sails,

Then,

you

Then, when you're safe from danger, riding

In some welcome port or bay; Hope be the anchor you contide in,

And Care awhile enslumber'd lay,
Or, when each can, with liquor flowing,

And good fellowship prevails;
Let cach true heart, with rapture glowing,

Drink “ Success unto our sails,”

"TWAS Monday morn, the smiling day

Came dancing from the east,
When Crispin, full of mirth and play,

Set out with joy confest;
His awl and last were laid aside,

To fuddle he set out;
On Monday it was Crispin's pride

To push the quart about,

In vain it was that flippant Nell

Her tongue did loudly rap,
And that her noise he soon might quell

He show'd his lissom strap;
She knew the sign, had felt its smart,

So made no further rout;
But let him go, with all her heart,

To push the quart about,

With other snobs he pass'd the day,

And play'd the skittle bowl;
All work won't do without some play,

St, Monday cheers the soul,

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From morn to night he drank and play'd,
And

sang with jovial heart, Come, brother Crispin, oft he said,

Let's push about the quart.
The sun departed to the west,

And starry night came on,
When, fill'd with porter of the best,

'Twas time now to be gone:
He stagger'd home, and went to bed,

No trouble in his heart,
Yet, in his dreams, this fill'd his head,

Let's push about the quart.

LIFE is chequer'd; toil and pleasure

Fill up all the various measure.
See the crew in Aannel jerkins,
Drinking, toping flip by firkins;

And as they raise the tip

To their happy lip,
On the deck is heard no other sound,

But, prithee Jack, prithee Dick,

Prithee Sam, prithee Tom, Let the can go round. Then hark to the boatswain's whistle! whistle ! Pustle, hustle, bustle, my boy;

Let us stir, let us toil:

But let's drink all the while;
For labour's the price of our joy.
Life is chequer'd; toil and pleasure
Fill up all the various measure.

Hark!

Hark! the crew with sun-burnt faces,
Chanting black-ey'd Susan's graces :

And as they rais'd their notes'.

Through their rusty throats,
On the deck is heard no other sound, &c. &c.

Life is chequer'd; toil and pleasure
Fill up all the various measure.
Hark! the crew, their cares discarding,
With hustle-cap, or with chuck-farthing;

Still in a merry pin,

Let them lose or win,
On the deck is heard no other sound, &c. &c.

W
HEN first Miss Kitty came to town,

With round-ear'd cap and russet gown,
Mittens nice and straw hat new,
Pattens high and stockings blue;
She tried the rake, she tried
Spanking Jack was so clever,

So hearty and jolly; Tho'winds blew great guns,

Still he'd whistle and singOh! the broom, the bonny bonny broom, The broom-Though I sweep to and fro, Yet I'd have you to know, there are sweepers-> To Anacreon in Heaven where he sat in full glee, A few sons of Harmony sent-A Tinker and a tailor, A soldier and a sailor-To Ease his heart and own his flame,

Young

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