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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.
Or shake the true love of a tar,
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!
And the comical dog did me so joke!
much as once look'd behind me-tumbled over
nal region; And so took iny leave of the show folk.
IKE Ætna's dread volcano sce the ample
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.