Too fure from this cank'rous elf, DEAR LITTLE COTTAGE MAIDEN. FROM place to place I travers'd long, With lightfome heart, and merry song, And wou'd the charmer be but mine, And evermore be near thee: Though gold may please the proud and great, My heart with love is laden; Then let us join in wedlock's state, Dear little Cottage Maiden. O'er me and mine, come mistress prove, Kind Hymen will each fear remove, And nought but love will trade in; MESSMATES AT SEA. BRAVE Oakum, Mainbrace, honeft Jack, The glaffes jingled, mirth went round, And while caroufing on dry ground, Sal Spriggings, who was there d'ye mind, Said, while with tears her eyes were blind, "Dear Jack," fays fhe," my heart will break, A thousand other toafts we gave, "The navy! George our King!" I could fee plaineft, when blind drunk, Το my Love of our ifle my heart commands, Yet while at anchor here, I'll drink RULE BRITANNIA. WHEN Britain firft at Heav'ns command, Arofe from out the azure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian angels fung this ftrain: CHORUS. Rule, Britannia, Britannia rules the waves, The nations, not fo bleft as thee, Muft, in their turns, to tyrants fall, Whilft thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Still more majestic shalt thou rife, More dreadful from each foreign ftroke, As the loud blaft that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er fhall tame; To thee belong the rural reign, Thy cities fhall with commerce fhine, The mufes ftill with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair, [crown'd, Blefs'd ifle! with beauties, with matchlefs beauties And manly hearts to guard the fair. A WAY with melancholy, nor doleful changes ring, 8 A poor little gipfy I wander forlorn, A glafs is good, and a lafs is good, Adieu! adieu! my only life, ΙΟ 14 17 At dead of night, the hour when courts, 40 Ah! tell me, ye fwains, have ye feen And are ye fure the news is true, Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube, As o'er the heath, amid his fteel-clad Thanes, A fhepherd once had loft his love, 102 60 78 115 118 At Willy's wedding on the green, B 132 Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy, Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn, 224 Behind yon hills where Stinchar flows, 27 Begone dull care, I prithee begone from me, 29 Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna, ibid. By the fide of a mountain, o'ershadow'd with trees, Comin through the rye, poor body, Come under my plaidy, the night's gawn to fa', 30 33 |