Such a rig without a wig on deck I was exhibited Laugh'd at by the passengers, and quizz'd by the crew, Rav'd and swore that on shore I'd rather have been gibbetted, Than thus half drown'd, by all around be roasted too, Danger past, and dry at last, indulging curiosity, I started to see the vessel flee with such a strange velocity, Pray, said I, to one hard by, what power can im pel us so; The smoky devil goes by steam, at least the sailors tell us so. Oh, what a row, &c. No sail to catch the gale, yet magically on I went, 'Gainst wind and tide, and all beside, in wonD der quite, Cast my eye to the sky, and tall as London monu ment, I saw the kitchen chimney smoke as black as night. People toiling, roasting, boiling, bless me such rookery, They'd soup, and fish, and fowl, and flesh, London Tavern cookery. Then the noise of men and boys, a din to rival hell s hubbub, I thought the crew were devils too, the master captain Beelzebub. Oh, what a row, &c. ife to me says, says she, now's your time to pick a bit, The dinner's serving up below, and we must fly, ys I my dear, I'm very queer, I'm going to be sick a bit, I'm seiz'd with a dizziness, I faint, I die; cannot eat, I loathe my meat, I feel my stomach failing me, eward, hasten, bring a basin, what the deuce is ailing me; tis handy get some brandy, the malady to quench unable, own I lay for half a day, in pickle quite unmentionable. Oh, what a row, &c. to dinner I'm a sinner if I touch'd a bit of it; But anchor cast, and home at last, I'm safe once more, Ia packet such a racket, crowding to get quit of it; Like cattle from a coaster we were haul'd on shore; ith how d'ye do, and how are you, I see you're better physically, unds be still, I'm very ill, you're always talking quizzically. me with glee may go to sea, but I shall not be willing. sirs, r such day again to pay just two pounds fifteen shillings, sirs. Oh, what a row, &c. THE GHOST OF POLLY ROCK AND HER TWO BANTLINGS. When I was but a tiny boy, And sail'd on board a privateer, And eke the young ones Sall and Tom. And trembled much as he spoke, The captain roared out for his mate, THE HIGH-METTLED RACER. See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun, What confusion!-but hear!-I'll bet you,-done, done; A thousand strange murmurs resound far and near Lords, hawkers, and jockies assail the tir'd ear; While, with neck like a rainbow, erecting his crest, Pamper'd, prancing, his head almost touching his breast; Scarcely snuffling the air, he's so proud and elate, Men, horses, and dogs, all hard at his brush, fleet borse; -a staunch and And when fairly run down, the fox yields up his breath, The high mettled racer is in at his death. Grown aged, us'd up, and turn'd out of the stud, Lam'd, spavin'd, and wind gall'd, but yet with some blood; While knowing postilions his pedigree trace, Tell his dam won that sweepstake, his sire won that race; R And what matches he'd won too, the hostlers count o'er, As they loiter their time by some hedge alehouse door; Whilst the harness sore galls, and the spurs his sides goad, The high-mettled racer's a hack on the road. At length old and feeble, trudging early and late, And now, cold and lifeless, exposed to view LOVE GIVEN TO LYING. Come, Love, you little roguish sprite, Is it because I am a slave, And you are free, that you behave Once you could nestle in my arms, |