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COMIC SONGSTER.
The miller he stole corn,
The weaver he stole yarn.
And the little tailor he'stole broad cloth,
To keep these three rogues warm.
The miller was drown’d in his dam.
The weaver was bang’d on his yarn,
And the devil flew away with the little tailor
With the broad cloth under his arm.
HARRY BLUFF.
When a boy, Harry Bluff left his friends and his
home,
And his dear native land, o’er the ocean to roam;
Like the sapling he sprung, he was fair to the view,
And was true British oak, boys, when older he
grew.
Tho' his body was weak, and bis hands were so
soft.
When the signal was given, he the first went aloft,
And veterans all cried. He’ll one day lead the van.
For tho’ rated a boy, he’s the soul of a man,
And the heart of a true British sailor.
When in manhood promoted, and burning for fame;
Slill in peace and in war Harry Bluff was the same,
So true to his love, and in battle so brave,
The myrtle and laurel entwine o’er his grave.
For bis country ho fell, when by victory crowned,
The flag shot away fell in tatters around,
The foe thought he’d struck, but he sung out, avast,
»nd the colours of England he nailed to the mast:
'hen he died like a true British sailor.