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The devious paths our steps shall bring
With sweetest flowers a wreath I'll twine,
A ROSE FROM HER BOSOM.
A Rose from her bosom had stray'd
I will wear it, fond youth, next my heart. Alas! silly rose, had'st thou known,
'Twas Daphne that gave thee that place, Thou ne'er from thy station had'st flown, Her bosom's the mansion of peace.
THE LIFE OF AN ACTOR.
An actor's a comical dog,
Now short, and now tall,
So plump, then as slim as a frog.
Now a French oui Monsieur, Then a Dutch yaw Mynheer, Or bra' Donald the head of his clan.
How early they take in the town,
ANNA, THY CHARMS.
Anna, thy charms my bosom fires,
Yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
NOBODY COMES TO MARRY ME.
Last night the dogs did bark,
And its oh, dear, what will become of me?
My father's a hedger and ditcher,
And I am a pretty young girl,
They say I am beauteous and fair,
For, ah, I am grown very old.
And now I must die an old maid,
THE WEALTH OF A COTTAGE.
A blessing unknown to ambition and pride,
To wealth and to splendour, though often denied,
Yet on poverty deigns to await.
That blessing, ye powers, oh, be it my lot,
Deep fix'd in my heart, it shall ne'er be forgotThe wealth of a cottage is love.
Whate'er my condition why should I repine?
Exulting, I felt what a pleasure was mine,
was one morn, when the wind from the north blew keenly,
While sullenly roll'd the big waves of the main, i fam'd smuggler, Will Watch, kiss'd his Sue, then serenely
Took helm, and to sea boldly steer'd out again. Will had promis'd his Sue, that his trip, if well ended,
Should coil up his hopes, and anchor on shore When his pockets were lin'd, why his life should be mended, [more.
The laws he had been broken, he'd never break
His seaboat was trim, made her port, took her lading,
Then Will stood for home, reach'd the offing and cried, [ing,
This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my tradIn dock I can lay, serve a friend too beside.
Will lay to, till night came on darksome and dreary To crowd every sail then he pip'd up each band; But a signal soon spied, 'twas a prospect uncheery, A signal that warned him to bear from the land. The Philistines are out, cries Will, we'll take no heed on't,
Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from his gun?
Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel the need on't,
We'll fight while we can, when we can't boys, we'll run.
Through the haze of the night, a bright flash no appearing,
Oh! oh! cries Will Watch, the Philistine bear down,
Bear-a-hand my brave boys, ere we think about sheering,
One [broadside pour in, should we swim boys or drown.
But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates left be hind me,
Regard my last words, see 'em kindly obey'd; Let no stone mark the spot, and, my friends, do you mind me,
Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch would be laid.
Poor Will's yarn was spun out-for a bullet next minute,
Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke
His bold crew fought the brig while a shot re main'd in it;
Then sheered; and Will's hull to his Susi they bore.
In the dead of the night, his last wish was com plied with,
To few known his grave, and to few known his end
He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died with,
He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers each friend.