See that ship out at sea, she our prize soon shall be; 'Tis the tight little frigate the Shannon. Oh, 'twill be a good joke, To take Commodore Brooke, And add to our navy the Shannon. Then he made a great bluster, calling all hands to muster, And said, now boys, stand firm to your cannon; Let us get under weigh, without further delay, And capture the insolent Shannon, We soon shall bear down on the Shannon, We'll return to this place, And bring into harbour the Shannon. Now alongside they range, and broadsides they exchange, But the Yankees soon inch from their cannon, When the captain and crew without much ado, Are attack'd sword in hand from the Shannon. By the tight little tars of the Shannon, The brave commodore of the Shannon, Fir'd a friendly salute, Just to end the dispute, And the Chesapeake struck to the Shannon. Let America know the respect she should show To our national flag and our cannon: And let her take heed, that the Thames and the Tweed, Give us tars just as brave as the Shannon, Here's to Commodore Brooke of the Shannon, The brave jolly tars of the Shannon: May the olive of peace, Soon bid the enmity cease, From the Chesapeake shore to the Shannon. THE FORSAKEN MAID. A lass that was laden with care, When I think on the days I have seen! When thou, my dear shepherd, wast there, No King was so happy as I, When we parted last night on the green! Our flocks feeding close by our side, I view'd the wide world with much pride, When my heart and my eyes did combine, To give ease to my languishing swain. When you my dear shepherd thought fit le merry as we twa hae been ! From him that is dying for thee? Me heart's like to break with despair, At e'en when the rest of the folk A' thranged with their cog and their spoon, I sat myself down by yon oak, And heartily sigh'd at the moon. ae merry as we twa hae been ! My heart's like to break with despair, 'or the days that will ne'er come again! THE REPLY. In vain, fond youth-thy tears give o'er, Suppress those sighs, and weep no more, "Twere all in vain, since any power GIRL OF MY HEART. In the world's crooked path where I've been, With a smile from the girl of his heart. A SHARP CUT FOR SLY GALLANTS. 'Twas barber Tom one day, Took home his pretty wife, sir; And dear, the people say, He loved her as his life, sir: And so, to sooths alarms, He kept his eye upon her. La ral la ral lay, la ral la ral laddy. Then Tom he took a shop, But then-there is no knowing. Now, mark, how busy strife He found his pretty wife One day had left the window; Poor Tom began to rave, To think how 'twas he missed her, And swore that he had kissed her. And so you kissed the dear, Says Tom-and no harm in it. Do pray, sir, take a chair, I'll shave you in a minute; Your beard shall come off clean, I'll venture to denote, sir; And then, with razor keen, He cut the fellow's throat, sir. THE CAREFUL WIFE. Hark, gentle Jane, the huntsman's horn Now chides my long delay; Mark! cries Jane-see the hazy morn Proclaims the cheerless day: |