Soldiers & sailors

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          Female Rambling Sailor.

Come all you people far and near, and listen to my ditty,
At Gravesend lived a maidan fair who was young and pretty
Her lover was pre 'd away and drowned in a foreign sea,
Which caused this maiden for to say, I'll be a female sailor
This maidan was resolv'd to go across the foaming ocean,
She was resolved to let them know how to gain promotion
With jacket blue and trowsers white, just like a sailor
neat and tight ; [sailor.
The sea it was the heart's delight of the rambling female
ike a sailor true she went on board, all for to do her duty,
he was always ready at a call this maid the qneen of beauty
Then in a calm this damsel young would charm the sail-
ors with her tongue,                     [female sailor.
she walked the decks and sweetly sung the rambling
hen in the storm upon the sea, she was ready at her
station,
ind as calm as calm could be she loved her occupation
stem to stern she'd boldly go, she brav'd all dang-
ers, feared no foe,                           [male sailor.
on you'll hear the overthrow of the rambling fe-
maiden gay did a wager lay she would go aloft with
my,                                                     [many.
And up aloft she straight did go, where times she had been
This maiden bold, oh ! sad to tell, she missed her hold
and down she fell,                                    [bold.
And calmly bid this world farewell, did the female sailor
This maiden gay did fade away just like a drooping willow,
Which made the sailors sigh and say, farewell faithful Willy
When her snow-white breasts in sight came she proved to
be a female frame,                        [female sailor.
And Rebecca Young it was the name of the rambling
May willows wave all round her grave, and round it laurels
planted,
May roses sweet grow at the feet of one who was undaunted
May a marble stone be inscribed upon, near here lies one
so lately gone,                                       [sailor.
A maiden fair as sun shon on—the rambling female
So all young men and maidens around come listen to my
story,                                                [in glory.
Her body is anchored to the ground, let's hope her soul's
On the river Thames she was known well—few sailors
could with her excell—                    [male sailor.
One tear let fall as the fate you tell of the rambling fe-

    THE STOLEN CHILD.

alone o heather a fair child was straying,
Whose uoc nt features were brightened with joy ;
mi st the flowers he careless was straying,
My eart earned in love, and I spoke to the boy.
stranger, whence art thou ? His blue eyes uplifting
H ered, my home is yon tent on the plain ;
And er the e e closes I must be returning,
Or they will not let me roam hither again.
Do thy parents await thee ? He paused, and the gladness
That mantled bis brow was o'ershaded in gloom :
I saw th m but once : and he added with sadness,
They tell me that both are asleep in the tomb.
The gipsy is kind, but my mother was fonder,
She sang me so sweetly to sleep in her arms ;
But now she is gone, and her darling must wander,
Tho' the soft words she whispered my bosom still warms
And soon will I seek them where both are reposing,
And take the best flowers to plant by their side,
That summer, when all their bright tints are unclosing,
May bless the green turf with their beauty and prids,
He bounded away, as my tears were fast falling,
To think how the gipsy such love had beguiled ;
I saw him no more, but the sad tale recalling,
I often remember the poor stolen child.

AN ENGLISH GIRL FOR ME.

Old Scotland, with her lordly hills, can boast of
her maidens fair,
And Erin's sons may truly sing of lovely lasses
there ;
But still an English girl for me, so gentle, true
and kind.
For all the charms for others own'd, I see in her
combined.
Five gaz'd on Spanish Donna's eyes, and brilliant
though they be,
I ve look'd on brighter, and exclaimed, "An Eng-
lish girl for me."
An English girl, an English girl, an English girl
for me.                                         [for me.
An English girl, an English girl, an English girl
I ve seen the graceful forms of France, and yet I
can't forget,
Our girls have quite as much of grace, with less
of the coquette :
I've heard Italian maidens sing, and thrilled
every tone,
Yet dearer is an English song, from voices of our
own.                                            [ever be,
" L'amor" is not so sweet a sound, as love must
So once more from my heart I say, " An English
girl for me."
For beauty and for goodness sake who will, why
let them roam,
I'm quite content with that I find within our Eng-
lish home ;
No fair Fraulein, or Demoiselle, nor donna with
her smile,
Shall over empt me to forget the dear ones of our
isle.
And when I seek a heart and hand, among the fall
and free,
Still constant in my faith I'l say, " An English
girl for me "