The spirit of law is the length of the brief; And my spirits are rais'd by this spirited throng. Choice spirits appear at each good fellow's call; The miser possesses no spirit at all; The spirit of physic kills many an elf; And the spirit of love comes upon us by stealth. May the spirit of concord all Europe invade, Shannon and Chesapeake. SHE comes, she comes, in glorious style, Success shall soon reward our toil," Exclaim'd the gallant Captain Broke. "Three cheers, my brave lads, shall our ardour be speak, Then give them a taste of our cannon; And soon, my bold fellows, the proud Chesapeake Lawrence, Columbia's pride and boast, "Three cheers, my brave crew, shall your courage bespeak, Then give them the sound of your cannon; Silent as death each foe drew nigh, And cried, whilst his looks did his ardour bespeak, "They flinch, my brave boys, from their cannon, Board! board! my bold comrades, the proud Che sapeake Shall soon be a prize to the Shannon." Swift flew the word, Britannia's sons Brave Broke led the way, but fell wounded and weak, Has lower'd her flag to the Shannon," The day was one, but Lawrence fell, Their hopes all blighted in the fight; But brave Capt. Broke, tho' yet wounded and weak, Survives to again play his cannon; And his name from the shores of the wide Chesapeake, Shall be praised to the banks of the Shannon, Mail Coach. COME listen to my story (Spoken in different voices.)-Why, waiter!-Coming, sir.-Where is my gravy soup! Just took off the gridiron.-Make haste, I shall loose my place. I hope your honour will remember the poor ostler,-Are the beef steaks ready? No! but your chops are. What a concourse of people are going in these coaches.-All fast behind.-Hip!--(Imitates the sound of the guard's horn.) Then 'tis away we rattle Jolly dogs and stylish cattle, What a cavalcade of coaches What work for man and beast! I mount-the whip I crack now, They cry-I've lost the coach. (Spoken in various voices.)-How's this? I'm sure my name was booked.-No such thing, ma'am. -A lady and a parrot in a cage.-That fare can't go inside, one parrot's enough at a time.-No room for two ladies ?-None at all for females; this is a mail coach Set me down at the butcher's shop; I should not like to be seen getting out of a coach.Tie a handkerchief round your neck, Billy; you'll catch cold.-Yes; good bye, grand papa; give my grand-mamma.-Hip! (Imitates the horn.) Then 'tis away we rattle, love to Jolly dogs and stylish cattle, Four in hand from Piccadilly, And others come, no doubt; (Spoken in different voices.)--Are my boxes all safe?-You have put my trunk in a wrong coach.- Never fear, ma'am, we shall overtake it.What a figure you cut in that Welch wig!-Hold your tongue, sirrah; you've woke me out of a comfortable nap. Keep the windows shut; I have got a cold, and stiff neck: my little girl isn't well.-Keep your feet in; you've got your leg between mine. I don't mind it, if the gentleman don't.--Hip! (Imitates the horn.). Then 'tis away we rattle, Jolly dogs and stylish cattle, The Cobler. LAST week I took a wife, I'vow'd to stick through life Like cobler's wax unto her : But soon we went, by some mishap, My wife, without her shoes, Is hardly three feet seven ; Am full five feet eleven; So when, to take her down some pegs, |