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Let them throw out their wipes, and cry spight
of the crosses, And forgetful of toil that so hardly they bore, That“ Sailors at sea earn their money like horses, “ To squander it idly like asses ashore.” Such lubbers their awe would coil up, could they
measure, By their feeling the gen'rous delight without end, That gives birth in us tars to that truest of pleasure, The handing our rhino to succour a friend.
For money, &c.
Thie lassie blush'd, and frowning cry'd, no, no, it
winnot do; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle
Jockey was a way that ne'er would wed,
Though long lie bad follow'd the lass; Contented she earn'd, and ate her brown bread, And merrily turn'd up
Won her heart right merrily;
it winnot do, I cannot, cannot, wounot, wonnot, mannot buckle
But when he vow'd he wou'd make her his bride,
Though his flocks and herds were not few; She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow'd she'd for ever be true.
Bonny Jockey, blithe and free,
Won her heart right merrily; Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cry'd, no,
no, it winnot do, I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle
Would you hear a sad story of woe,
That tears from a stone might provoke'Tis concerning a tar you must know,
As honest as e'er biscuit broke.
His name was Ben Block-of all men,
The most true, the most kind, the most brave: But harsh treated by fortune--for Ben,
In his prime, found a watery grave.
Too sure from this cankerous elf,
The venom accomplish'd its end; Ben, all truth and honour himself,
Suspected no fraud in his friend. On the yard, while suspended in air,
A loose to his sorrows he gave; " Take thy wish," he cried, " false cruel fair;"
And plung’d in a watery grave.
, On the frolic of fortune depend; I ask but old claret and health,
A pack of good hounds, and a friend. In such real joys will be found,
True happiness centres in these; While each moment that dances around,
Is crown'd with contentment and ease. Old claret can drive away care;
Health-smiles on our days as they roll, What can with true friendship compare?
And a tally I love with my soul, Then up with your bumpers, my boys!
Each hour that flies we'll improve; A heel tap's a spy on our joys-.
Here's to fox-hunting, friendship, and love.
in Comes the sweep, with his sweep soot ho! Next the cherry cheek damsel comes tripping
along, Do you want any milk, maids below! Dust ho, dust! goes the tinkling bell,
While sharp in each corner they louk; Next the Jew, with his bag and his clothes to sell,
Clothes to sell--any clothes! Speaks.]-Hip halloa Moshes, says ą wag, have
you got any pork to-day! go along, you blackgar, says he; any shoes, hats, and old clothes --any bat shillings!
Let none despise the merry morry cries
Any pen-knives, or razors, or scissars to grind!
Äny work for the Cooper to-day! Buy a bow-pot, Sir, it will please your mind;
O! dit, stand out of the Muffins 0! crumpets ()! next ring in the ear;
Any brick-dust! come, Neddy, stand; woah! Any lobsters, or Newcastle salmon, my dear!
Salmon, my dear; salmon, my dear! D'ye want any lilly white sand, O!
Thus the various cries they in harmony blend;
Come here is your nice curds and whey! Here's the last dying speech! old chairs to mend!
Choice frnit, or a bill of the play!
Any phials, or broken flint glass!
Before I go, before I go!
your fine long garters, twopence a pair! Buy a mop, a rat-trap, or hair-broon ! Any saucepans, kettles, or pots, to repair !
Great news just arriv'd from Rome!
New potatoes, or fine spring sallad!