Like fighting rooks the French will fly,

To us over, to us over,

And Buonaparte cries, let us try

Boys, build a bridge to Dover.
Balloons amidst the clouds may roll,
But for their bridge, I'd take the toll,
Our Trollop ftands a fighting fowl,
My jewels all Armada.
Tol lol lol, &c.

Then blefs the King, and bless the Queen,
All the branch too, royal branch too,
Let foes come on it shall be feen,

Were loyal and were ftaunch too.

And fhould French, Dutch, or Spaniards prate, Our Howe, Keith, Duncan, Nelson, great,

Will fweetly knock about their pate

Juft like their fine Armada.

Tol lol lol de rol, &c.

JENNY DANG THE WEAVER

AT Willy's wedding on the green,

The laffies, bonny witches,

Were a' dreft out in

aprons clean,

And bra white Sunday mutches.

Auld Maggy baud the lads take tent,
But Jock would not believe her,
But foon the fool his folly kent,
For Jenny dang the weaver.
Jenny dang, &c.

At ilka country dance or reel,
Wi' her he wou'd be bobbing,
When the fat down, he fat down,
And to her wou'd be gabbing.
Where'er she gaed baith but and ben,
The cuif wou'd never leave her
Ay keckling like a clocking hen,
But Jenny dang the weaver.
Jenny Dang, &c.

Quo he, my lass, to speak my mind,
In troth I need na fwither,
Your bonny e'en, and if your kind

Ife never feek anither.

He hum'd and haud, the lafs cry'd peugh,
And baud the cuif no deave her,

Syne fnapt her fingers, lap and leugh,
And dang the filly weaver.

And Jenny dang, dang, dang,

Jenny dang the weaver,

Syne fnapt her fingers, lap and leugh;
And dang the filly weaver.

MÉGAN OH, OH MEGAN EE.

SLEEP you or wake you, Lady bright,

Sing megan oh, oh megan ee,
Now is the fittest time for flight,

Sing megan oh, oh megan ce,
Know from your tyrant father's power,
Beneath the window of your tower,
A boat now waits to fet you free.

Sing megan oh, oh megan ee, &c.

Though deep the ftream, though high the wall, Sing megan oh, &c.

The danger truft me, love, is fmall,

Sing megan oh, &c. ̧

To spring below then never dread,
My arms to catch you fhall be spread,

And far from hence you foon shall be.
Sing megan oh, &c.

Fair Emma hush'd her heart's alarms,
Sing megan oh, &c.

She fprung into her lover's arms,
Sing megan oh, &c.

Unhurt fhe fell, then fwift its way,

The boat purfu'd without delay,
With Emma plac'd on Edgar's knee,
Sing megan oh, &c,

KILKENNY IS A HANDSOME PLACE.

KILKENNY is a handsome place

As any town in Shamrockshire,
There first I faw my Jemmy's face,
There Jemmy first beheld his dear.

My love he was a bashful boy,
And I a fimple girl to fee,
Yet I was Jemmy's only joy
And Jemmy was the lad for me.

But Dublin city bore the bell,

In ftreets and fquares and houses fine; Oh here young Dick his love could tell, And then I told young Dickey mine. For Dick he was a roving blade,

And I was hearty bold and free, He lov'd and I his love repaid,

Then Dickey was the lad for me.

When Dover Strand became my lot,
And William there my love did crown,
Young Dick and Jemmy I forgot,
Kilkenny fair and Dublin town;
For William was a gentle youth,
Too bashful nor too bold for me,
He faid he lo'ed and told me truth,

And William was the lad for me.

THE WAT'RY GRAVE.

you

WOULD hear a fad ftory of woe,
That tears from a ftone might provoke,
'Tis concerning a tar you must know,
As honeft as e'er biscuit broke.

His name was Ben Block, of all men

The most true, the most kind, the most brave,

But harsh treated by fortune, for Ben

In his prime found a watʼry grave.

His place no one ever knew more,

His heart was all kindness and love; Though on duty an eagle he'd foar,

His nature had moft of the dove.
He lov'd a fair maid named Kate;
His father, to int'reft a flave,

Sent him far from love, where hard fate
Plung'd him deep in the wat'ry grave.

A curfe on all fland'rous tongues,

A falfe friend his mild nature abus'd; And fweet Kate of the vileft of wrongs, To poison Ben's pleasure accus'd:

That she never had truly been kind:

That falfe were the tokens she gave;

That the fcorn'd him, and wish'd he might find In the ocean a watʼry grave.