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


Bonny Jockey, blythe and tree,

Won her heart right merrily;
At church she no more frowning cry'd, no, no,

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.

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, 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
Of fainous London town,

Any way!

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!
Here's three for a shilling, fine mackarel O!

Any phials, or broken flint glass!
Come break me, or make me before I go;

Before I go, before I go!
Come here is my





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!
Round and sound, twopence a pound, nice cher

New potatoes, or fine spring sallad!
They're tenpence a gallon, gooseberries,

Gooseberries, gooseberries!
Who buys a new love ballad !


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