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,
The Chesapeak's prize is the Shannon,
Within two hours space

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,
Sat heavily under a thorn:
I listen'd, and heard the soft fair,
While thus she began to mourn:
Sae merry as we twa hae been?
My heart is like to despair,

When I think on the days I have seen!

When thou, my dear shepherd, wast there,
Each bird did so cheerfully sing,
That the cold nipping winters did wear
Soft looks that resemble the spring,
Sae merry as we twa hae been!

No King was so happy as I,

When we parted last night on the green!

Our flocks feeding close by our side,
And he fondly grasping my hand,

I view'd the wide world with much pride,
And laugh'd at desire and command.
Sae merry as we twa hae been !

When my heart and my eyes did combine, To give ease to my languishing swain.

When you my dear shepherd thought fit
To disperse the impertinent throng,
What joy and what pleasure was it,
To be with my shepherd alone!

le merry as we twa hae been !
No king was so happy as I,
Then we parted last time on the green.
ly dear, he would oftentimes say,
Why are you hard-hearted to me?
and why do you fly so away

From him that is dying for thee?
ae merry as we twa hae been!
I envyed no prince or powers,
When I heard the soft sighs of my swain.
But now he is far from my sight,
Perhaps a deceiver may prove,
Which gars me repent day and night,
That ever I granted my love.
ae merry as we twa hae been!

Me heart's like to break with despair,
For the days that are past and gaen..

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,
What more, alas, can Flavia do?
Thy truth I own, thy fate deplore,
All are not happy that are true.

Suppress those sighs, and weep no more,
Should heaven and earth with thee combine,

"Twere all in vain, since any power
To crown thy love must alter mine.
But if revenge can ease thy pain,
I'll soothe the ills I cannot cure;
Tell that I drag a hopeless chain,
And all that I inflict endure.

GIRL OF MY HEART.

In the world's crooked path where I've been,
There to share of life's gloom my poor part,
The bright sunshine that softened that scene
Was a smile from the girl of my heart!
Not a swain, when the lark quits her nest,
But to labour with glee will depart,
If at eve he expects to be blest

With a smile from the girl of his heart.
Come, then, crosses and cares, as they may,
Let thy mind still this maxim impart,
That the comfort of man's fleeting day,
Is 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:
Yet Tom, who prized her charms,
Was jealous of his honour,

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,
Right opposite to Kitty,
As folks will sometimes stop,
When people's wives are pretty!
Not that he thought she should
With others there be going:
O, no! she was too good,

But then-there is no knowing.
La ral la, &c.

Now, mark, how busy strife
Stepped in their joys to hinder;

He found his pretty wife

One day had left the window; Poor Tom began to rave,

To think how 'twas he missed her,
When in came Dick to shave,

And swore that he had kissed her.
La ral la, &c.

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: