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His noble messmate, Fred. of Dover,
Dropt o'er his lifeless trunk a sigh; And when the bloody fight was over,
A shower of crystal tears let fly.
The battle ceas'd, to clear each deck,
A shocking picture to review; In one short hour what a wreck!
Of young--of old-of Britons too. Tom's scatter'd members laid together,
In a coarse shroud encompass'd were, Committed to the deep for ever,
While Fred. was off'ring up a pray’r.
The rebels so bold, when there's none to oppose;
rage, We'll fly to protect the dear creatures from harms, They'll be sure to find safety when clasp'd in our
arms; On love in a soldier no maiden will frown, But bless the brave troops that made croppies lie
down. Should France e'er attempt by force or by guile, Her forces to land on old Erin's sweet isle, We'll shew that they ne'er can make free soldiers
slaves, They shall only possess our green fields for their
graves : Our country's applauses our triumphis will crown, Whilst with their French brothers the croppies lie down.
When wars and when dangers again shall be o'er, And peace with her blessings revisit our shore; When arms we relinquish, no longer to roam, With pride our families welcome us home, They'll drink in full bumpers, past troubles to
drown, A health to the lads that made croppies lie down.
ously sail'd, And the glass it went round in full glee, King and country to serve my old friend never
fail'd, And the toast was soon toss'd off by ine; Let billows dash, and fierce lightning Aash,
'Twas the same to us buth while at sea.
If a too powerful foe in our track chanc'd to pass,
We resolv'd for to live and die free, Quick we number berguns, then both take a glass,
Then a broadside we give her with three; Cannons let roar, echo'd from ashore,
'Twas the same to us boys when at sea.
But a cannon ball one day on a fight,
From the deck knock'd him into the sea, So he died as he liv'd, for his country and right,
And may this be the end tov of ine; Cannons lét roar, echo'd from ashore, For the grave of a sailor's the sea.
WHEN Placebus begins just to peep o'er the
With horns we awaken the day; And rouse brother sportsmen,who sluggishlysleep,
With hark! to the woods! hark ! away! See the hounds are unconpled in musical cry,
How sweetly it echoes around; And high mettled steeds with their neighings all
With pleasure to echo the sound. Behold where sly Reynard, with panic and dread,
At distance o'er hillocks doth bound ! The pack on the scent fly with rapid career;
Hark! the horns! O how sweetly they sound! Now on to the chace, o'er hills and o'er dales,
All dangers we nobly defy;
With shouts that resound to the sky.
No longer with swiftness he flies:
The traitor is seiz'd on and dies.
With drink crown the sports of the day; Then to rest we recline, till the horn calls agaio ;
Then away to the woodlands, away.
VHERE the rising forest spreads
Shelter for the lordly dome, To their high-built airy beds,
See the rooks returning home.
As the larks, with varied tune,
Carol to the evening loud : Mark the mild resplendent moon
Breaking thro' a parting cloud. Tripping thro' the silken grass,
O'er the path-divided dale, Mark the rose-complexion'd lass,
With her well-pois'd milken pail : Linnets with unnumber'd notes,
And the cuckow bird with two : Tuning sweet their mellow throats,
Bid the setting sun adieu.
"TWAS WWAS Saturday night, the twinkling stars
Shone on the rippling sea :
The heim was lash 'd a lee.
Prepard to see it out,
And push'd, &c.
Cried honest Tom, my Peg I'll toast,
A frigate neat and trii,
I'd venture life and limb,
With dauntless heart and stout,