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But when our country's foes are nigh,
Each bastens to his gun, sir;
And bang the haughty Døn, sir.
We spend our cash with glee, sir;
And out again to sea, sir.
Nor bent me with his iron hand :
Ere autumn yet the fruit deinand. Let me enjoy the cheering day,
Till many a year has o'er me roll’d; Pleas'd, let me trifle life away,
And sing of love ere I grow old.
SEE the conqu’ring hero comes !
Sound the trumpets, beat the druins
sweet town, And for England's
' own self through the seas I did plow, For four long days I was toss'd up and down,
Like a quid of chew'd hay in the throat of a cow; While afraid off the deck in the ocean to slip, sir, I clung, like a cat, a fast hold for to keep, sir, Round about the big post that grows out of the
ship, sir ; Oh! I never thought more to sing Langolee.
Thus standing stock still all the while I was mov
ing, Till Ireland's dear coast I saw clean out of sight; Myself, the next day-a true Irishman proviny,
When leaving the ship, on the shore for to light, As the board they put out was too narrow: to
quarter, The first step I took, I was in such a totter, That I jump'd upon land—to iny neck up
in water; Oh! there was no time to sing Langolee.
But as sharp cold and hunger I never yet knew
more, And my stomach and bowels did grumble and
growl, I thought the best way to get each in good humour, Was to take out the wrinkles of both, by my soul,
So So I went to a house where roast meat they pro
vide, sir, With a whirligig, which up the chimney I spy'd,
sir, Which grinds all their smoke into powder be:
sides, sir; Tis true as I'm now singing Langolec,
Then I went to the landlord of all the stage-coaches,
That set sail for London each night in the week, To whom I obnoxiously made my approaches,
As a birth aboard one I was coine for to seek: But as fur the Inside, I'd not cash in my casket, Says I, with your leave, I make bold, sir, to ask it, When the coach is gone off, pray what tiine
goes the basket? For there I can ride, and sing Langolee.
When making his mouth up, the basket, says he,
sir, Goes after the coach a full hour or two ; Very well, sir, says I, that's the thing then for
me, sir, But the devil a word that he told me was true: For, though one went before and the other be
hind, sir, They set off cheek-by-jowl, at the very same
time, sir, So the same day at night I set out by moon-skine,
sir, All alone, by myself, singing Langolee.
0, longlife to the moon for a brave noble creatures That serves us with lamp-light, each niglat ia
the dark; While the sun only shines in the day, which, by
nature, Needs no light at all--as you all may remark; But as for the moon-byıny soul I'll be bound, sir, It would save the whole nation a great many
pounds, sir, To subscribe for to light her up all the year
round, sir, Or I'll never sing more about Langolee.
TAD I a heart for falsehood fram'd,
I ne'er could injure you,
Your charms would make me true.
No stranger offer wrong;
And lovers in the young.
Another with your heart,
Nor fear to suffer wrong;
YOUNG Jockey calls me his delight,
And wooes me night and morning; I treat his passion still with slight,
His fondness always scorning.
Tho' I my passion smother,
Shou'd he, &c.
A blooming garland, t'other day,
He brought, I own 'twas pleasing,
And wantonly was teasing.
And my own fondness smother,
Shou'd he, &c.
Let prudence he each virgin's guide,
And reason be prevailing;
Coqueiry and railing.
No more my love l'll smother, But, wedded, I'll obey command, ind vow to love no other.
And vow, &e.