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No more to press her to his heart:
Next morn a vessel hove in sight;
SQRITANNIA'S name, from age to age,
Has like her cliffs stood fast, SUR* And promises, in history's page,
- In honour long to last. Her sailors, rulers of the sea,
Her soldiers, of that soil
To give it value, toil;
Then sing our tars, who boldly roam
Our glory to insure;
That glory well secure;
And sing our peasants, at a word
Who, of mankind the friend,
Their country to defend.
A DOSE FOR THE DONS. ANAJEARLY as the stream that guides its vital
motion, Be cherish'd by each grateful British
Valentine's Day in smiles came on,
Delighted with past scenes so sweet,
Strange signal-guns all night distinctly hearing,
When day's faint dawn presented first the shore, We, anxious, on the starboard tack were steering, While, east-by-north, eight leagues, Cape Vincent
bore: Near ten, propitious hope came on; Our signal for a large fleet flew;
When instant, with a press of sail,
We proudly bore up within hail
Ships twenty-seven now bid a bold defiance;
Fifteen our number, and of smaller size:
For now the trying hour came on,
Fate on one grand manoeuvre hinged
And Jack the tawny whiskers singed
Here might I dwell on this unequall'd action,
That soars beyond example out of sight, That gain’d four ships, that broke a dangerous
faction; But English seamen never brag—they fight.
Then let perfidious France come on, Aided by Holland and by Spain,
In the deep a watery grave to meet:
As Jervis and his gallant feet,
A SEAMAN'S DITTY.
DOME, listen to a seaman's ditty-
| His tale shall start that tear of pity
His king and country to defend;
A lovely wife and faithful friend ?
Kind hearts may dwell in bosoms homely;
Nothing can virtue's impulse check :
Tom met his friend upon the deck;
In man's attire Tom's steps attend :
With his dear wife and faithful friend.
True pleasures are for no one mortal :
A storm arose no skill could mock;
And bilged the vessel 'gainst a rock.
His own life ebbing near its end,
With his dear wife and faithful friend,
MAGAM SPLINT, Dick Douse, Ben Brace,
Tom Tow, I
Four lads of worth and merit, We Were friends and messmates, who the foe
Would fight with spunk and spirit.
Were smart and handsome quizzies :
To bring 'em home the tizzies !
'Board of a smiling cot, so fair,
'Longside of Southsea Common,
Each to his favourite woman :
At last, with lengthened phizzes,
To get their wives the tizzies.
In every danger did they roam,
And cheerfully would risk it;
Had neither beef nor biscuit.
And where the bullet whizzes,
And everything but tizzies.