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The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread ;
No longer must she stay on board:

They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head,
Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land;
Adieu! she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.

Sailor's Daughter.

APALE forlorn outcast, I wander alone,
A parent's protection to me is unknown;
When a poor little infant my mother I lost,
My father's abroad on the wide ocean tost.
For George and his kingdom he braves the rude seas,
Repelling all danger while you sit at ease;
But soon he'll return with abundance of wealth,
And restore to his daughter the blessings of health,
O grant her some succour to soften her grief;
Let not a tar's offspring in vain seek relief.

O listen, ye great ones, whom hanger and cold,
Or want, ne'er opprest yet, nor deem me too bold;
Should pity not move you, let gratitude plead,
And think what protection your luxuries need.
Were all folks like father and me, I am sure
No dread of invaders would any endure:
'Tis opulence only, that tempts the base foe;
The plunder of Britain's his object, you know,
"Tis my father protects you, led on by his chief,
While his daughter, neglected, now sues for relief,

Wellesley and Victory.

FROM Spain, renown'd in ancient story,
Blazon'd with a martial name,
Hark! the tale of British glory
Echo'd by the voice of Fame!
Spain, the scene of direful slaughter,
Bleeding with French tyranny,
Now resounds in ev'ry quarter
With Wellesley and with Victory.

Quick, when Justice call'd upon her,
Britannia sought Iberia's shore,
Where, in a glorious grave of honour
Fell her darling son, brave Moore.
Now, at length, behold completed
Britannia's wish, and heav'n's decree-
Moore reveng'd and France defeated
By Wellesley and by Victory!

Long the fight of Talavera

Shall adorn the British page,
Where the hero of Vimeira

Urg'd the mighty battle's rage.
British valour ne'er will slumber-
Proof by land, as well as sea;
Tho' the foe were twice our number,
Wellesley gain'd the victory!

But while joy and exultation
Ev'ry British bosom swell,
Revere their manes, O ye nation!
Those heroes who in battle fell.

BLIOTHE

For e'er enroll'd in martial story,
Sacred shall their mem'ry be,
Shrouded in immortal glory

With Wellesley and with Victory.

Oh, William! I will gang with thee.

OH, William! I will gang with thee,
Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town,
Yes, silent glens have charms for me,
The lowly cot, the russet gown;
No moor I'll dress in silken sheen,
No longer deck with jewels rare;
With thee I'll quit the busy scene,
Tho' I were fairest of the fair.

If thou'rt away, the parching wind,
Or flaky snow, may in my breast
A tempest raise; but soon my mind,
If thou art near you'll sooth to rest.
I'll ne'er regret the courtly scene,
I'll toil, and hardships learn to bear;
If I behold thy pleasing mein,
I'll soon forget if I was fair,

Oh, doubt not Nanny's love is true;
Through perils keen with you she'd go;
Or should you fell misfortune rue,

I'll share with thee each pang, each woe.

If dire disease, or pains befal,

I'll quick assume the nurse's care, Nor wishful those gay scenes recal,

Tho' I were fairest of the fair.

Oh, William! when that thou shalt die,
When thou shalt breathe thy parting breath,
Can I suppress each struggling sigh,

Or cheer with smiles the bed of death?
I'll pensive o'er thy much lov'd clay

Strew flowers, nor stop the grief-swollen tear, Nor once regret those scenes so gay, Though I were fairest of the fair,

Long Live the King! Long may he Reign!

REJOICE! Britannia's sons, rejoice!
My muse in rapture tunes her lay;
Come, join the strain with heart and voice,
On this auspicious, glorious day!
Shout! Britons, shout!-let echo ring!
All hail the day-Long live the King.

While mirth and joy pervade the mind,
And loyal souls in union beat,
Pity with mercy are combin'd,

T explore the debtors' sad retreat.
In tears of joy, behold the debtor free
On this our glorious Jubilee!

Recorded on the roll of Fame,

To Time's far distant ending hour,
Shall George's virtues be-his name,
His mercy, love, and pow'r.

Then, Britons brave, let's loudly sing,
Our father, friend-Long live the King!

Young Jamie lo'ed me well, and he sought me for his bride,

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But saving a crown he had naething beside ;

Tomak' that crown a pound, my Jamie gade to sea, And the crown and the pound were baith for me.

He hadna been awa, weeks but only twa,

When my mither she fell sick, and the cow was stown awa;

My father brak his arm, and my Jamie at the sea, And auld Robin Gray came a-courting me.

My father cou'dua work, and my mither cou’dna spin,

I toil'd day and night, but their bread I con'dna

win;

Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his ee,

Said Jenny, for their sakes, O! marry me.

My heart it said nay, I look'd for Jemmy back ; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it prov'd a wreck,

The ship it prov'd a wreck, why didna Jenny die? And why do I live to say, waes me?

Auld Robin argued sair, though my mither didna

speak,

She looked in my face till my heart was like to break,

So they gied him my hand, tho my heart was at

the sea,

And auld Robin Gray is a gude man to me.

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