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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 !
A press-gang beset him on shore,
In vain she for mercy implor'd;
And cruelly forc'd him on board;
And hasten'd the ship from the shore,
Poor Sam saw his Sally no more.
Fond hope his long absence supply'd;
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.
SWEET maid, I hear they frequent sigh,
The youth for whom thy bosom sighs,
Thou in existence still canst find
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
Sham Abraham you may;
For For fashion or arts,
Should you seek foreign parts,
From Christian to Greek,
All your language will speak,
You'll get in a crack,
But what do you think?
Without victuals or drink,
From Dublin to Dover,
Nay, all the world over,
die and be dd,
The world is inclin'd
To think Justice is blind;
But, Lord! what of that?
She'll blink like a bat,
O Abraham Newland ! magical Abraham New
Can see through a mill-stone,
Your patriots who bawl
For the good of us all,
Strew land :
Each proves Orator Munn,
In the world, half so sound,
The French say they're coming;
But surely they're humming :-
But we'll inake their ears ring,
In defence of our King, Our Country, and Abraham Newland. 0 Abraham Newland! excellent Abraham New
Nor the devil himself,