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At six she lingered on the shore,

With uplift hands and broken hearted;
At seven while taught ning the forestay,
I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy.
At eight we all got under weigh
And bade a long adieu to Nancy.

Night came, and now eight bells had rung,
When careless sailors, ever cheery,
On the mid watch so jovial sung,

With tempers labour cannot weary.
I little to my mirth inclin'd,

While tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy, And my warm sighs increased the wind, Look'd on the moon, and thought of Nancy. And now arriv'd the jovial night,

When ev'ry true bred tar carouses When o'er the grog all hands delight

To toast their sweethearts and their spouses. Round went the can, the mirth, the glee, While tender wishes fill'd their fancy; And when in turn it came to me,

I heav'd a sigh, and toasted Nancy.

Next morn a storm came on at four:
At six the elements in motion,
Plung'd me and three poor sailors more
Headlong into the foaming ocean.
Poor wretches, they soon found their graves;
For me, it only may be fancy,

But love seemed to forbid the waves

To snatch me from the arms of Nancy.

Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd,

Scarce winds and waves had ceas'd to rattle,

When a bold enemy appeared,

And now,

And dauntless they prepared for battle. while some lov'd friend or wife Like lightning rush'd on every fancy, To providence i trusted life,

Put up a prayer, and thought on Nancy. At last, 'twas in the month of May,

The crew, it being pleasant weather, At three A, M. discovered day,

And England's chalky cliffs together. At seven up channel now we bore,

While hopes and fears possessed my fancy; At twelve I gaily jumped on shore,

And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.

BEHOLD THE MAN THAT IS UNLUCKY.

Behold the man that is unlucky,

Not through neglect, by fate worn poor;
Though gen'rous, kind, when he was wealthy,
His friends to him are friends no more!
He finds in each the same like fellow,
By trying those he had reliev'd;

Tho' men shake hands, drink healths, get mellow,
Yet men by each are thus deceiv'd.
Where can he find a fellow creature
To comfort him in his distress?
His old acquaintance proves a stranger,
That us'd his friendship to profess,
Although a tear drop from his feeling,
His selfish heart cannot be mov'd;
Then what avails his godly preaching,
Since gen'rous deeds cannot be prov'd.

But so it is in life among us,

And give mankind their justly due, 'Tis hard to find one truly gen'rous:

We all, at times find this too true; But if your friend he feels your sorrow, His tender heart's glad to relieve; And when he thinks on you to morrow, He's happy he had that to give.

A BUNDLE OF TRUTHS.

Barney Bodkin broke his nose,
Want of money makes us sad,
Without feet we can't have toes,
Crazy folks are always mad;
A farthing rushlight's very small,
Doctors wear large bushy wigs,
One that s dumb cannot bawl,
Pickled pork is made of pigs.
Right fol de riddle del,

A yard of pudding is not an ell,
Not forgetting didderum di,

A tailor's goose can never gy. Patriots say they'll mend the nation, Pigeons will make pretty pies, Lawyers deal in botheration,

A gun's too big for shooting flies. Irish whiskey's very good,

Lundy Foote will make you sneeze, A barber's block is made of wood, Pepper's good with butter'd peas, Right fol de riddle, &c.

Times will grow better, never fear,
Old maids in scandal take delight,
Candles now are very dear,

Roguery will come to light;
Chicken Gloves a'n't made for pigs,
Very seldom asses die,

Plum pudding should be stuff'd with figs,
The monument is very high.
Right fol de riddle, &c.

Puppet shows young folks amuse,
Christmas comes but once a year,
Wooden legs wear out no shoes,
Sixpence is a quart of beer.
We shall all live till we die,

Barney leaves the girls alone,
Catsup's not good with apple pie,
Churchwarden's hearts are made of stone.
Right fol de riddle, &c.

Garters keep the stockings up,
All bakers are not honest men,
When a dog's young he's called a pup,
The cock is tougher than the hen,
Frenchmen can run very well,

Turtle soup is very nice,

Courtiers a fat lie can tell,

Toasted cheese is bait for mice.
Right fol de riddle, &c.

Tailors cabbage all your cloth,
Shins of beef are very tough

Flummery is just like froth,
Lawyers are all up to snuff,
Jolly tars are fond of fun,

"God save the queen," we'll nobly shout!

And now, good folks, my song is done,
Nobody knows what 'twas about.
Right fol de riddle, &c.

OH THAT KISS.

On Baltic billows rode my ship,
The boatswain loud was calling!
On mine Paulina pressed her lip,

And said, while tears were falling.
In foreign climes, O! think on this!
Your heart let naught deprave it;
But bring me back my parting kiss!
As pure as when I gave it.

Ob that kiss, that sweet, sweet kiss!
The kiss she gave at parting;
In pain and grief, still brought relief,
And kept the tear from starting.
In breeze and battle, five long years,
I did a seaman's duty;

When pleasure call'd, I clos'd my ears,
And turn'd my eyes from beauty:
The wanton's tale of boasted bliss
I heard, but ne'er believed it,

And back I've brought that parting kiss,
As pure as I received it.

Oh! that kiss, &c.

NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE.

And are ye sure the news is true?
And are ye sure he's weel?

Is this a time to ta'k o' wark,
Make haste, set by your wheel !

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