At six she lingered on the shore, With uplift hands and broken hearted; Night came, and now eight bells had rung, With tempers labour cannot weary. 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: 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; Tho' men shake hands, drink healths, get mellow, 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, A yard of pudding is not an ell, 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, Roguery will come to light; Plum pudding should be stuff'd with figs, Puppet shows young folks amuse, Barney leaves the girls alone, Garters keep the stockings up, Turtle soup is very nice, Courtiers a fat lie can tell, Toasted cheese is bait for mice. Tailors cabbage all your cloth, Flummery is just like froth, "God save the queen," we'll nobly shout! And now, good folks, my song is done, OH THAT KISS. On Baltic billows rode my ship, And said, while tears were falling. Ob that kiss, that sweet, sweet kiss! When pleasure call'd, I clos'd my ears, And back I've brought that parting kiss, Oh! that kiss, &c. NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE. And are ye sure the news is true? Is this a time to ta'k o' wark, |