I fear from this line you have been a fad man,
And to harm us poor girls have form'd many a plan;
Beware left repentance too late cause you pain,
And attend to the leffon 1 give in my ftrain.
Spare a halfpenny, &c.

Thro' wilds and thro' forefts as wearied I roam, Long abfent from friends, from parents and home, Tho' fad is my heart and tho' fore are my feet, Yet I fing on my way thus to all that I meet, Spare a halfpenny, &c.

Form'd by the potter's skill,

The yielding clay his hands prepare,

And fashion to his will:

No flaw is found they all ring found,
Ding, dong, like bells fo clear,
Then cheerily, cheerily, flock to me,
And buy my earthen ware,

Buy my earthen ware,

O! Buy my earthen ware,

Then cheerily, cheerily, flock to me,

And buy my earthen ware.

Here's Toby's jug for toping fam'd,
Well fill'd 'twill make you gay,
For as 'tis quaff'd the lover's nam'd.
That animates your clay.

No flaw is found they all ring found,
Ding dong, like bells fo clear, &c.

MY NATIVE LAND I BADE ADIEU.

MY native land I bade adieu,

And calmly friendship's joys refign'd; But ah how keen my forrows grew, When my true love I left behind.

Yet should her truth feel no decay,
Should abfence prove my
charmer kind;
Then shall not I lament the day,
When my true love I left behind.

My native I bade land adieu,

And calmly friendship's joys refigned;
But oh how keen my forrows grew,
When my true love I left behind,
But oh how keen my forrows grew,
When my true love I left behind.

MOUNSEER NONG TONG PAW.

JOHN Bull for paftime took a prance,
Some time ago to peep at France,
To talk of fciences and arts,

And knowledge gain'd in foreign parts,
Monfieur obfequious heard him speak,
And anfwer'd John in heathen Greek,
To all he afk'd, 'bout all he faw,
'Twas Monfieur Je vous n'entend pas.

John to the palais royal came,
Its fplendor almost struck him dumb;
I fay whofe houfe is that there here?
Hoffe! Je vous en❜tends pas, Monfieur.
What, Nong tong paw again cries John!
This fellow is fome mighty don!

No doubt has plenty for the maw,
I'll breakfast with this Nong tong paw.

John faw Verfailles from Marli's height,
And cried, aftonish'd at the fight,

Whofe fine estate is that there here?
Stat! Je vous en'tends pas, Monfieur;
His? what the land and houses too!
The fellow's richer than a Jew;

On every thing he lays his claw,
I'd like to dine with Nong tong paw.

Next tripping came a courtly fair;
John cri'd, enchanted with her air,
What lovely wench is that there here?
Vench! Je yous en'tends pas Monfieur.
What he again? upon my life;
A palace, lands, and then a wife,
Sir Joshua might delight to draw,
I'd like to fup with Nong tong paw.

But hold! whofe funeral's that? cries John;
Je vous n'entends pas, what is he gone?
Wealth, fame, and beauty could not fave,
Poor Nong tong paw, then from the grave,
His race is his
run, game is up,

I'd with him breakfast, dine and fup;

But fince he chufes to withdraw,

Good night t'ye Mounfeer Nong tong paw.

A GLASS IS GOOD, AND A LASS IS GOOD.

A GLASS is good, and a lafs is good,

And a pipe to fmoak in cold weather; The world is good, and the people are good, And we're all good fellows together:

A bottle is a very good thing,
With a good deal of wine in it;
A fong is good when a body can fing,
And to finish we muft begin it.

For a glafs is good, and a lafs is good,

And a pipe to fmoak in cold weather; The world is good, and the people are good, And we're all good fellows together.

A friend is good, when you're out of good luck,
For that is the time to try him:

For a juftice good, the haunch of a buck,
With fuch a good present you buy him:
A fine old woman is good when she's dead,
A rogue very good for good hanging;
A fool is good by the nose to be led,
My good fong deferves a good banging.
For a glafs is good, &c.

BLEAK WAS THE MORN.

BLEAK was the morn when William left his Nancy, The fleecy fnow frown'd on the whit'ned fhore, Cold as the fears that chill'd her dreary fancy,

While fhe her failor from her bofom tore,