Soldiers & sailors

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         POOR JOE

                  OR,

            HE's HAPPY.

Printed and sold by J. Jennings, 15, Water-
            lane, Fleet-street, London.

I SING of a ſeafaring lad,
Who fail'd with me on board the Nancy ;
No father he, nor mother had,
So went to ſea to pleaſe his fancy ;
But Joe had got an honest heart,
He lov'd his Poll, and ſwigg'd his nappy,
In many a brush he bore a part,
But now—God rest his ſoul he's happy.

When o'er the grog, the jovial can,
And funny Joe, popp'd in the middle,
Drank to the health of Poll and Nan ;
Lord, how he'd sing, and play the fiddle ;
For Joe, he was a ſeaman true,
As ever ſwigg'd a a jug of nappy,
And well belov'd by all the crew ;
But now—God rest his ſoul, he's happy.

At last it chanc'd the daring ſoe,
We chac'd three hours and over,
An eighteen-pounder laid him low,
And now Joe hurried lies, in Dover ;
His messmates to this very day,
When o'er the ſmiling grog or nappy,
With tearful eyes,oft sighing, ſay,
God rest his honest ſoul he's happy.