ON BOARD OUR TRIM VESSEL. When on board our trim vessel we joyously sail'd, And the glass circl'd round with full glee, King and country to give, my old shipmate ne'er fail'd, And the toast was soon toss'd off by me. 'Twas the same to us both when at sea. If a powerful foe in our track did but pass, Quick we number'd our guns, and for each took a glass, Then a broadside we gave her with three. Echoed from shore, 'Twas the same to us both when at sea. But a cannon ball one day in a fight, From the deck knock'd him into the sea, So he died as he lived for his country and right, And may this be the end too of me. Cannons let roar, Echoed from shore, For the grave of a sailor's the sea, MY HIGHLAND HOME. My highland home, where tempests blow, Thy mountains crown'd wi' driven snow, But colder far's the Briton's heart, To whom these words no joy impart, CHORUS. Then gang wi' me to Scotland dear, When summer comes, the heather-bell, For blithesome is the breath of day, And pure the dimpling rills that play, Then gang wi' me, &c. WAPPING OLD STAIRS. Your Molly has never been false she declares, Did I e'er give kiss, Tom, to one of the crew? In silence I stood your unkindness to hear, For the heart that is true, Tom, should ne'er be despis'd; Then be constant and kind, nor your Molly forsake, Still your trousers I'll wash, and your grog too I'll make. HEAVING OF THE LEAD. For England when, with fav'ring gale, The high blue western land appear'd, By the deep-nine! And bearing up to gain the port, And as the much-lov'd shore we near, Of faith and love a matchless proof. Quarter less-five ! Now to her berth the ship draws nigh! The anchor's gone; we safely ride. WATER PARTED FROM THE SEA. Water parted from the sea, May increase the river's tide, Through the world 'tis free to roam, Panting for its native home. BOUND 'PRENTICE TO A WATERMAN. Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row, But, bless your heart, I always was so gay, That to treat a little water nymph, that took my heart in tow, I ran myself a bit in debt, and then I ran away. Singing, ri fol, &c. Board of man-of-war I entered next, and learn'd to quaff good flip, And far from home we scudded on so gay, I ran my rigs, but lik'd so well my captain, crew, and ship, That run what will, why, damme, if ever I run With Nelson I've sail'd the world around, and learn'd a bit to fight, But somehow a prisoner I was taken, So, when my Spanish jailor to my dungeon show'd, I just blinded both his peepers, and I ran away again. Singing, ri fel. &c. I've run many risks in life, on ocean, and on shore, But always like a Briton got the day; And fighting in Old England's cause, I'll run as many more, But let me meet ten thousand foes, will never run away. Singing, ri fol, &c. CAPTAIN MULLIGAN. Love's a plague by night and by day, When that post you run your skull again; Love it was, for Katy O'Shea, That bother'd the breast of the brave Captain Mulligan. Brisk and merrily, |