Bright Phoebus has shewn us the glimpse of his face, Peep'd in at our windows, and call'd to the chase; He soon will be up, for his dawn wears away, And makes the fields blush with the beams of his ray. Sweet Molly may teaze you, perhaps, to lie down, Look yonder, look yonder, old reynard I spy, There we'll fill up our glasses, and toast to the king; From a bumper fresh loyalty ever will spring:To George peace and glory may heaven dispense, And fox-hunters flourish a thousand years hence! Rub-a-dub. A BRITISH soldier is my dad, And I a true-born British lad, Dad makes the enemy retreat, His son and heir, I've fame in view, For when alarms loud call to arms, Like dad, from love I never fly, His son and heir, I've fame in view; For when alarms loud call to arms, Pretty Sally Solomons. Mid a very pretty maid; She paid for dem but shtole my heart, (Spoken)-I was all over zo comical as a man vat is drunk; I did'nt know vat I vas a pout-I eat all my lollipops, and play'd at ducks and drakes mid my shlieve buttons, lit my pipe mid a stick of sealing vax, and proke my vatch by vinding it up. backwards; and one day, instead of calling my shoestrings, I cried "Sally Solomons, all a penny a pair!" So de people laugh'd, and I look'd like a fool : And 'twas all for Sally Solomons, O listen, love, to me; Would you be Mistress Ab'rams, Her eyes were bright as paste, And her tongue smooth as the lead. She made such pargains, you'd stare, (Spoken.) Plesh ma heart, it would have done you cood to see her puy a lot, she talk'd the peoplish over so shweetly, dat she got de tings more as twenty per shent cheaper den her own father Shadrach, who kept a clothes shop and two counters in it and so she turn'd up her nose at me ali so as if I vas an ould slipper, because vat I carried a box, and it proke ma heart Heigho! I'd a cood mind to drown myself, put I shought I should get nothing py it, so I shet out on my travels, determin'd to die an ould batchelor-live so long as I might: And 'twas all for Sally Solomons, &c. The tight little Island. DADDY Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say, The spot I should hit on, would be little Britain, None can be found, So happy as this little island. Julius Cæsar the Roman, who yielded to no man, And all for the sake of our island. Some of them fled, And some stay'd to live on the island. Then a very great war-man, call'd Billy the Nor man, Cried, D-n it, I never lik'd my land; It would be much more handy, to leave this Normandy. And live on yon beautiful island! Hop, skip, and jump, There he was plump, And he kick'd up a dust on the island, K But party deceit help'd the Normans to beat, By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, we ne'ershould be lick'd, That's very true; What could he do? Like a Briton he died for his island. The Spanish Armada set out to invade her, The Queen was alive, And buz was the word at the island. These proud puff'd-up cakes thought to make ducks and drakes Of our wealth; but they scarcely could spy land, Ere our Drake had the luck to make their pride duck, And stoop to the lads of the island. Huzza for the lads of the island! The good wooden walls of the island! Let 'em come on, But how would they come off at the island. |