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THEN angry nations rush to arms, ,
Aud dare Britannia's peace molest; While discord sounds her dire alarms,
And fills with rage each hostile breast; The gallant tar, at honour's call,
Springs forth to meet his country's foes, And fix'd to conquer or to fall,
His breast with martial ardour glows.
Behold him in the dreadful scene,
Where heroes fall to rise no more; He braves his fate with dauntless mien,
And bids the thund'ring cannons roar. No fears appal his manly mind;
Or, if perchance he heaves a sigh, 'Tis for a girl he left behind:
A sailor never fears to die.
In honour's deathless page enrolld,
Conspicuous shines the sailor's name, The guardian of his native land,
Whose bosom nobly pants for fame. On them the British fair bestow
The choicest smiles, their favours sweet, When crown'd with laurels from the foe,
They lay their wreaths at beauty's feet.
II, think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd,
Was as happy as bappy could be, But pleasure is fleil! cven hope is destroy'd,
A captive, alas! on the sca.
I was ta’en by the foe, 'twas the fiat of fate,
To tear me from her I adore,
Hard, hard is my fate! Oh how galling my chain!
My life's steer'd by misery's chart; And tho''gainst iny tyrants I scorn to complain,
Tears gush forth to case my full heart. I disdain e'en to shrink, tho' I feel the sharp lash;
Yet any breast bleeds for her I adore, While around me the unfeeling billows will dash,
I sigh! and still tug at the oar.
How Fortune deceives! I had pleasure in tow,
The port where she dwelt we'd in view; But the wish'd nuptial inorn was o'er-clouded with
woe, And, dear Anna! I hurried from you. Our shallop was boarded, and I borne away,
To behold my dear Anna no more: But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels decay,
He sigh’d and expir'd at the oar.
In blood to avenge old Blenheim's woes,
And all who are my country's focs,
Shall I receive an added day
Of life, when crimes your name shall brand! No; never let detraction say, That virtue arm'd a murderer's hand.
If deep, &c.
Respire for my poor sakebut since
If deep, &c.
TO Bachelors' Hall
we good fellows invite, To partake of the chase that makes up our
delight; We have spirits like fire, and of health such a
stock, That our pulse strikes the seconds as true as a
clock: Did you see us you'd swear, as we mount with a
grace; That Diana haddubb’dsome new gods of the clase, Hark away, hark
away, All nature looks gay, And Aurora with smiles ushers in the bright
Dick Thicksct came mounted upon a fine black,
Bat the horse of all horses that rivalled the day,
Hark away, bark away,
Then for hounds there was Nimble, so well that
the South ;
Hark away, &c.
Our horses thus all of the very best blood,
a pack; Thus having describ'd you dogs, horses and crew, Away we set off, for the fox is in view.
Hark away, &c.
Sly Reynard's brought home, while the hords
sound a call, And now you're all welcome to Bachelor's Hall.
The savory Sir-loin grateful smokes on the board,
Tackle was noble, was true to his word:
If merit brought titles, Tom might be a lord : How gaily his bark through life's ocean would sail: Truth finish'd the riggingWhen I took my departure from Dublin's
sweet city, Aud for England's ownself through the seas I did
Peaceful slumbering on the ocean,
Oh, the bonny, bonny bells,
The lads of the village so merrily, ah! Sound the tabor, I'll hand thee along; And I say unto thee
Curtis was old Hodge's wife, For virtue none was ever such : She led so pure, so chaste a life, Hodge said