With Newlands for letters of credit proceed, Pray what would you do, were the people can't read? But the worst of all dunces, we know very well, Only shew him a Guinea, I warrant he'll spell. Your lawyers and doctors, and them sort of folks, Who with fees and such fun, you know, never stand jokes, In defence of my argument, try the whole tote, Sure they'll all take a Guinea, before a pound note. The French would destroy all our credit and trade, victor, They'd be devilish glad, to get hold of his picture. From this picture so precious, may Britian's ne'er part, While the glorious original reigns in her heart, And while we've such tars, as our navy can boast. With our king and his picture, we must rule the roast. Post Captain. WHEN Steerwell heard me first impart, With ardent zeal his youthful heart Resolv'd to gain a valiant name, When first a little cabinboy on board the Fame, Hove the anchor a-peak, singing yeo! heave yoe! Yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, heave yeo! When ten jolly tars, &c. To hand top-gallant-sails next he learn'd, As none to the pilot ere answer'd like he, For valour, skill, and worth renown'd, And now with fame and fortune crown'd, Who, should our injured country bleed, He'll prove his heart is tender. Unaw'd, yet mild, to high and low, Priz'd be such hearts, for a loft they will go, Crazy Jane. WHY, fair maid, in ev'ry feature, Dost thou weep to see my anguish ? Fondly my young heart received him, From that hour has reason never Now forlorn and broken hearted, Battle of the Nile. ARISE, arise, Britannia's sons arise, And join in the shouts of the patriotic throng: Arise, arise, Britannia's sons arise, And let the heavens echo with your song: For the genius of Albion victory proclaiming, Forth to the world our rights and deeds maintaining, And the battle of the Nile Shall be foremost of the file, And Nelson, gallant Nelson's name applauded shall be: Then huzza, huzza! huzza, huzza, huzza, boys, Mars guards for us what freedom did by charter gain; Huzza, huzza! huzza, huzza, huzza, boys, Britannia, still Britannia rules the main. The proud sons of France, with insulting haughty scorn, Had too long oppress'd the neighbouring inde pendency, And vainly did hope their conquest would be borne In armaments triumphant o'er the sea; But Nelson soon taught them in peals of British thunder, To the flag of Royal George 'twas their duty to knock under; And the battle of the Nile Was decisive, and the spoil Shall deck the lovely bosoms of each loyal British fair. In council above rose the deity of war, While How, Jarvis, Duncan, and Nelson's name resounded, But the battle of the Nile, Was the foremost of the file, And all th' angelic choir sung the glories of that day: Arouse, arouse, ye sons of mirthful sport, And receive your protectors with open arms returning, And view the spoil they with their blood have bought, For the glory of this happy, happy isle, |