Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch. Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, She vow'd, she swore, she wad be mine; Her face sae fair, her een sae clear, Though she's for ever left her Johnnie. But O, she was a canty quean, And weel could dance the Highland walloch: How happy I, had she been mine, Or I'd been Roy of Aldivalloch! Roy's wife, &c. A Young Man came with a Lira li la. A YOUNG man came, I'll not tell where, And love it was that brought him there, With a lira li, lira li la. He sigh'd and look'd and sigh'd again, At length she vow'd, her coyness o'er, O then, ye fair, in mind keep this, Sailor's Consolation, SPANKING Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, Though winds blew, great guns, still he'd whistle and sing; Jack lov'd his friend, and was true to his Molly, And, if honour gives greatness, was great as a king. One night as we drove with two reefs in the mainsail, more. But grieving's a folly, If we'ye troubles at sea, boys, we've pleasures on shore, Whiffling Tom, full of mischief or fun in the middle, Through life, in all weathers, at random would job, He'd dance, and he'd sing, and he'd play on the fiddle, And swig, with an air, his allowance of grog; 'Longside of a Don, in the Terrible frigate, As yard-arm and yard-arm we lay off the shore, In and out, Whiffling Tom did so caper and jig it, That his head was shot off, and we ne'er saw him more. But grieving's a folly, &c. Bonny Ben was to eachjolly messmate a brother, He was manly and honest, good-natur'd and free; If ever one tar was more true than another To his friend and his duty, that sailor was he: One day, with the David, to heave the kedge-anchor Ben went in the boat on a bold craggy shore; He overboard tipt, when a shark, and a spanker, Soon nipp'd him in two, and we ne'er saw him more: But grieving's a folly, &c. But what of it all, lads, shall we be down hearted, Because that, mayhap, we now take the last sup; Life's cable must one day or other be parted, And death, in fast moorings, will bring us all up; But 'tis always the way on't, one scarce finds a brother, Fond as pitch, honest,hearty,and true to the core, But by battle, or storm, or some strange thing or other, He's popp'd off the books, and we ne'er see him more. But grieving's a folly, &c. Lash'd to the Helm. IN storms, when clouds obscure the sky, The wind and rain, Should seas o'erwhelm, I'd think on thee, my love. When rocks appear on ev'ry side, The wind and rain, Should seas o'erwhelm, I'd think on thee, my love, But should the gracious pow'rs be kind, I'd tempt again, But tender joys improve; Should happy be, And think on ́nought but love. Spotless Maid. THE spotless maid the like a blooming rose, Whoever leaves à virtuous maid behind, The Smuggler. TWAS one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly, 3 While sullenly roar'd the big waves of the main, A fam'd smuggler, Will Watch, kiss'd his Sue, then serenely Took helm, and to sea boldly steer'd out again. Will had promis'd his Sue, that this trip, if well ended, Shou'd coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor on shore; When his pockets were lin'd, why his life should be mended, The laws he had broken, he'd never break more. His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading, Then Will stood for home, reach'd her offing, and cried, This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my trading, In dock I can lay, serve a friend too beside. H |