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SAM Sailyard

lov'd Sally the girl of his heart, And Sall dearly lov'd him again; How hard that a couple so faithful should part,

Or either experience a pain !
But Sam to misfortune was truly allied,

A press-gang beset him on shore,
As coming from church where he'd made her his

bride,
And Sain saw his Sally no more.
In vain he entreated a few days' delay,

In vain she for mercy implor'd;
But, callous to pity, they dragged him away,

And cruelly forc'd him on board;
The sails spread their bosoms, alas! to the wind,

And hasten'd the ship from the shore,
When a breeze springing up to the lovers unkind,

Poor Sam saw his Sally no more.
For seven long winters 'a sad widow'd wife,

Fond hope his long absence supply'd;
At length came the tidings that robb'd her of life,

That Sann broken-hearted had died. Farewell, she exclaimed, to this world of wo!

As distracted she sprung from the shore; To seek my true love to another I go;

And Sally was heard of no more.

VER I had completed my, seventeenth

year, I for beauty was prais’d, and courted by

two: They were both handsome youths, smart, tall, de

bonair; and each row'd that to me they'd ever be true.

Approving Approving of both, I their truth wish'd to try,

And which lov'd me best I was anxious to know; So I was determin'd to act rather sly,

Andlike many more, have two strings to my bow. Now having three months been amus'd by my

beaux, 'Twas high time I thought their affections to prove: So in private to each one I this did disclose,

“ That whoever had me, must marry for love;" For tho I'd a fortune, I never would tell,

Which on himı who prov'd true, I meant to beBut till ev'ry doubt in my breast did dispel, I continu'd to have two strings to my

bow, As William suppos'd what I told him was true,

For that was the name of the artful young man; lle soon ceas'd to court me, as gain was his view,

Which plainly evinc'd the success of my plan : Thus convinc'd it was Henry who lov'd me sincere,

Soon with him to church I consented to go : Then manage, like me, gentle maidens with care,

And always make sure of two strings to your bow.

stow.

SWEET maid, I hear they frequent sigh,
For well I know these symptoms prove
Thy heart a prey to secret love.
But tho' so hard a fate be thine,
Think not thy grief can equal mive;
Jlope may thy vanislı'd bloom restore;
I sigh for hiin who lives no more!

The

The youth for whom thy bosom sighs,
Shall oft delight thy conscious eyes;
And oft his voice, in accents sweet,
Shall friendship’s soothing tone repeat;
But he for whom my cheek is pale,
For whom, my health and spirits fail,
Nought to my eyes can e'er restore,
And I shall hear his voice no more!

Thou in existence still canst find
A charm to captivate thy mind;
To make the morning ray delight,
And gild the gloomy brow of right;
But Nature's charms to me are fled!
I nought behold but Henry dead!
What can my love of life restore ?
I sigh for him who lives no more!

a So bandy'd by Fame, Through air, through ocean, and through land,

As one that is wrote

Upon ev'ry bank uoteAnd you

all must know Abraham Newland. O Abraham Newland ! notorious Abraham Newa

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I've heard people say,

Sham Abraham you may;
But you must not sham Abraham Newland.

For For fashion or arts,

Should you seek foreign parts,
It matters not where ever you land;

From Christian to Greek,

All your language will speak,
If the language of Abraham Newland.
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Whatever you lack,

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But what do you think?

Without victuals or drink,
You may tramp, like the wandering Jew, land

From Dublin to Dover,

Nay, all the world over,
If a stranger to Abraham Newland.
O Abraham Newland! Ironderful Abraham New.

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Tho' with compliments crammid,
You
may

die and be dd,
If you have not an Abraham Newland.

The world is inclin'd

To think Justice is blind;
Yet lawyers know well she can view land;

But, Lord! what of that?

She'll blink like a bat,
At the sight of friend Abraham Newland.

O Abra

O Abraham Newland ! magical Abraham New

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Though Justice, 'tis known,

Can see through a mill-stone,
She can't see through Abraham Newland.

Your patriots who bawl

For the good of us all,
And-good souls!-here like mushrooms they

Strew land :
But tho' loud as a drum,

Each proves Orator Munn,
If attack'd by stout Abraham Newland.
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No argument's found,

In the world, half so sound,
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The French say they're coming;

But surely they're humming :-
We know what they want if they do land;

But we'll inake their ears ring,

In defence of our King, Our Country, and Abraham Newland. 0 Abraham Newland! excellent Abraham New

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No tri-colour'd elf,

Nor the devil himself,
Shall rob us of Abraham Newland.

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