We have gallant old Charley to lead us, To the hearts of true sailors he's dear; Do you think we shall ever forget, boys, Let 'em say not, You shall serve, but Will you And the heart and the arm will be stronger, CONSTANCY REWARDED. BLEAK was the morn when William left his Nancy, Loud blew the wind, when, leaning on that willow, Where the dear name of William printed stood, Nancy, she saw upon a faithless billow, A ship dash'd 'gainst a rock that topp'd the flood. Her tender heart, with frantic sorrow thrilling, Wild as the storm that howl'd along the shore; No longer could resist a stroke so killing, 'Tis he, she cried, nor shall I see him more ! Why did he ever trust the fickle ocean? Sorrow's now my portion, and misery and pain; Break, break, poor heart, for now we part, Never, no never to meet again! Mild was the eve, all nature was smiling, Four tedious years had Nancy passed in grief; Whilst with her children the sad hours beguiling, She saw her William fly to her relief; Sunk in his arms! with bliss she quickly found him, Whilst his grown young ones anxiously surround him, Sorrow's all a notion, grief all in vain? FOR ENGLAND AND THE QUEEN. [Music by T. WILLIAMS.] OUR gallant ship has righted, spread her canvas to the gale, For right astern fair breezes blow, and loose the flowing sail; We've got a trusty helmsman, a pilot stanch and true, And hearts of British oak, my boys, are old Britannia's crew! Huzza! huzza! for old Britannia's crew, my boys, huzza! huzza! Long live our noble admiral, who taught the foreign foe The inborn might of heart and hand that strikes a British blow; For now who'll dare in east or west to raise a hostile hand Against the Prince of Heroes, or against his patriot band! Huzza, huzza, &c. Then hoist the royal standard, upraise the Union Jack, Strike, strike the traitor's bunting, the pirate's rag of black! And let the true blue pennon on her mainmast head be seen, And give three hearty cheers, my boys, for England and the Queen! Huzza, huzza, &c. Again we'll rule the waters as we ruled them once of yore, Again we'll bear the ancient flag, that old Britannia bore; She's bravely mann'd at every point, with men that know not fear, Then give three hearty British cheers for Admiral Napier. Huzza, huzza, &c. HOW HAPPY COULD I BE WITH EITHER. [JOHN GAY.] How happy could I be with either, From Thames, and Tweed, and Shannon: The Bourbon flowers grow pale When I hang out my pennon; I'll win thee gold and gems With pike and cutlass clashing, With all my broad sails set Come with me and see The golden islands glowing, The flocks of India lowing; The dews of eve drop manna, Thy chamber floor of gold, And men adore thee, Anna. THE NIGHT STORM AT SEA. EPES SARGEANT.] 'Tis a dreary thing to be [Music by DEMPSTER, Tossing on the wide, wide sea, When the sun has set in clouds, And the wind sighs through the shrouds, Like a living creature's moan! Look! how wildly swells the surge From the ocean to the skies! While the sea-bird wheels his flight List! the wind is wakening fast! As it strikes us with a shock That might rend the deep-set rock! Falls the strain'd and shiver'd mast! Ah! what sudden light is this, |