When Lobski to his spouse drew near, Says she, "What sport have you had, my dear?" The river," says he," is full of water-rats, 66 So I've only caught you a dozen sprats.” A dozen sprats, &c. "A dozen sprats, base man!" says she, "What, catch in a river the fish of the sea? You can throw a long line, Mr. Lobski, I know, But 'tis clear you can draw a much longer bow." A longer bow, &c. MORAL. Let all men who are frail in flesh, For wives their husbands will condemn, Who think, with sprats to gudgeon them. To gudgeon them, &c. The Battle of Salamanca, LOUD roar'd the British thunder, The fields were bath'd in blood, As day was near retiring, In the night, On the field of battle O! And ere returning morrow Who remain'd-And obtain'd Where Douro's waves meander, Pursued by British force. From plains with carnage spread, Wounded sore-In the roar, Long shall this deed of glory And Wellington in story For valour he shall stand, The Nelson of the land! And be bless'd-Long caress'd Tally-ho. YE sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too, Who delight in the joys of the field; Mankind, though they blame, are all eager as you, And no one the contest will yield. His lordship, his worship, his honour, his grace, A hunting continually go; All ranks and degrees are engag'd in the chase, With hark forward, huzza, Tally-ho The lawyer will rise with the first of the morn, The husband gets up at the sound of the horn, Who, mounted on Pegasus, flies after fame, While fearless o'er hills and o'er woodlands we sweep, Though prudes on our pastime may frown, Thus public, or private, for pension, for place, England for ever-the land, boys, we live in. SINCE our foes to invade us have long been pre paring, 'Tis clear they consider we've something worth sharing, And for that mean to visit our shore'; It behoves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em, Here's a health to our tars on the wild ocean ranging, Perhaps even now some broadsides are exchanging, So fill, &c. On that throne where once Alfred in glory was seated, Long, long way our king by his people be greeted, Oh! to guard him we 'll be of one mind; May Religion, Law, Order, be strictly defended, And continue the blessings they first were intended, In union the nation to bind. So fill, &c. P The Woodpecker. I KNEW by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here." Ev'ry leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound, But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree. And "Here in this lone little wood," I exclaim'd, "With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep if I blam'd, How blest could I live, and how calm could I die!" "By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline, And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which ne'er had been sigh'd on by any but mine!" When angry Nations rush to arms. And dare Britannia's peace molest; |