Then to it like lions perhaps we may go,

What then, do we whine at a scar?" No-we sing and we fight 'till we take her in tov,

All on board of a man of war.

As for this thing and that, which the lubbers on

shore, Wou'd fain make our lasses believe, Why, d’ye see, its palaver, my girl, nothing more,

So Nan, pretty Nan, do not grieve.
No danger can ever our courage affright,

Or shake the true love of a tar,
For wherever steering we still feel delight,

All on board of a man of war.

I WAS call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our

town, Old dad taught me wisely to know folk; Cod! I was so sharp, when they laughing came

dows), I ax'd, how dost do? to the show folk; I could chant a good stave, that I know'd very

well; No boy of my age could talk louder! Crack a joke, tip the wink, or a droll-story tell ;

Of my cleverness too, none were prouder: So, thinks I, its better nor following the plough,

To try with these youths to queer low folk; Their measter I met, so I made iny best bow, Spoken.)--How do'st do, Sir, says I.--I'se a mighty

votion of turning actor man--I bemain lissom


and wrestles and boxes very pretty-dances a

good jig-and can play the very devil! Ax't a pleace, so join d with the show folk. This pleace that I got, I detarmin’d to keep,

But odzookers ! they all were so drollish! Kings, coblers, and tailors! a prince or a sweep!

And stared so at 1—I look'd foolish! Their daggers and swords, Cod! they handled so

cute, And their leadies were all so bewitching! When I thought to be droll, I was almost struck

mute As the bacon rack that hangs in our kitchen. They ax'd me to say, how, the coach was at door,

When were seated above and below folk ; Feggs! I was so shamefac'd, I flopp'd on the floor! Spoken.]--A kind of sort of giddiness seiz'd me

all over! the candles danc'd the hays ! t'were as dimmish as a Scotch mist! I dropped down dead as a shot!

And swounded away 'mong the show folk ! They laugh'd so and jeer'dine, as never were seen!

All manner of fancies were playing: One night I was sent for to wait on a Queen, Spoken.]-I believe it were Queen Hainblet of

Dunkirk. (Not thinking the plan they were laying,) My leady she died on chair, next her spouse,

Wbile with pins me behind they were pricking! All at once I scream'd out ! lent her grace such a douse,



That alive she was soon, aye, and kicking!
The people all laugh'd at and hooted poor I,

And the comical dog did me so joke!
That I made but one step without bidding good bye,
Spoken.)- From their steage, Cod! I never so

much as once look'd behind me-tumbled over
a barrel of thunder-knock'd down a hail stoom
--spoilt a bran new moon-rolld over the sea
-and darted like lightning through the infer-

nal region; And so took iny leave of the show folk.

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IKE Ætna's dread volcano sce the ample

Large heaps upon large heaps of jetty fuel gorge,
While, Salamander like, the pond'rouis anchorlies,
Glutted with vivid fire thro’all its pores that flieg
Thedingy anchorsmiths to renovate their strength.
Stretch'd out in death-like sleep, are snoring at

their length,
Waiting the master's signał, when the tackle's

force Shall, like split rocks, the anchor from the fire

divorce; While,asold Vulcan's Cyelops did the anvil bang, In deat’ning concert shall their pond'rous han

mers clang; And into symmetry the mass incongruous beat, To save from adverse winds and waves the gal

lant British fleet. Now, as more vivid and intense each splinter flies, The teinper of the fire the skilful master tries;



And, till its fire's extinct, the monstrous mass they

beat, To save from adverse winds and waves the gal

lant British fleet.

TGHT lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er

so sightly, As honest Bill Bobstay, so kind and so true: He'd sing like a mermaid, and foot it so lightly, The forecastle's pride, the delight of the crew. But poor as a beggar, and often in tatters He went, tho' his fortune was kind without end; For money, cried Bill, and them there sort of

matters, What's the good on't, d'ye see, but to succour a


There's Nipcheese, the purser, by grinding and

squeezing, First plundering, then leaving the ship like a rat; The eddy of fortune stands ou a stiff breeze in, And mounts, fierce as fire, a dog-vane in his hat. My bark, though hard storins on life's ocean

should rock her, Thoʻshe roll in misfortune, and pitch end forend, No, never shall Bill keep a shot in the locker, When by. handing it out he can succour a friend.

For money,


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