YOU, whose lives on land are pass'd, And keep from dangerous seas aloof; Who careless listen to the blast, Or beating rains upon the roof; You little heed how seamen fareCondemn'd the angry storm to bear, Sometimes, while breakers vex the tide, Still fresher blows the midnight gale! THE HE father of Nancy a forester was, She gather'd wild flowers, and lilies, and roses, And cry'd thro' the village-"Come buy my sweet posies." The The charms of this fair one a villager caught, Great offers he made, but by Nancy was taught, She still gather'd wild flowers, and lilies, and roses, And cry'd thro' the village-"Come buy my sweet posies." The father of Nancy a forester was, But her lover so noble soon married the lass; No more gather'd wild flowers, and lilies, and roses, Nor cry'd through the village-" Come buy my sweet posies." I BE one of the sailors who think 'tis no lie, That for every wherefore in life there's a why; That, be fortune's strange weather a frown or a squail, Our lives, good or bad, are chalk'd out for us all; That the stays and the braces of life will be found To be some of them rotten, and some of them sound: That the good we should cherish, the bad never seek; For death will too soon bring each anchor a-peak. When astride on the yard, the top-lifts they let go, And I came like a shot plump among them below, Why ; Why I catch'd at a halyard, and jump'd upon deck, And so broke my fall to save breaking my neck Just like your philosophers, for all their jaw, Who, less than a rope, gladly catch at a straw. Thus the good, &c. Why now that there cruise that we made off the banks, Where I pepper'd the foe, and got shot for my thanks; What then? she soon struck; and tho' crippled on shore, And laid up to refit, I had shiners galore. Then just as it comes, take the bad with the good; WHY, Measter, damn tha, whoa beest thee? Don't titther, Zur, but hire ma: I weddent a bin so plain and free, But thy discourse do tire ma. Great as thee beest, tha canst not doine, Or zlobber zaace, or guzzle wine, Then zee ma doant despoise a frind, Now who be I, and who beest thee; Thy snuffers, candlesticks, and cans, No varsal mite below the sky But, dammut 's, good for summut. So when, &c. If thee of sweethearts hast a score Why, I've a hundred, Zur, and more, But, faith and saule, I be so loath To treat thee naulens vaulens, Then Then haume, and tell 'em, faath and suare, That zum be richer thof, they 'in poor, Than zum that rauls in riches. So when, &c. THE NHE decks were clear'd, the gallant band Of British tars each other cheering, Each kindly shook his messmate's hand, With hearts resolv'd, no danger fearing; Ben Block turn'd pale, yet 'twas not fear, Ben thought he had beheld some fairy, When on the deck he saw appear, In seaman's dress, his faithful Mary. Her cheeks assum'd a crimson glow, Ere Ben had time to say how fare`ye, Ben's arms receiv'd the falling fair; His I dare ye, No more for life or safety caring; I 3 WHEN |