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NED BOLTON.
A jolly comrade in the port, a fearless mate at sea ;
Wlien I forget tliee, to my hand false may the cutlass be !
And may my gallant battle-flag be stricken down in shame,
If, when the social can goes round, I fail to pledge thy
name !
Up, up, my lads !— his memory !— we'll give it with a
cheer,—
Ned Bolton, the commander of the Black Snake privateer !
Poor Ned ! he had a heart of steel, with neither flaw nor
speck ;
Firm, as a rock, in strife or storm, he stood the quarter-
deck ;
He was, I trow, a welcome man to many an Indian dame.
And Spanish planters crossed themselves at whisper of his
name ;
But now, Jamaica girls may weep— rich Dons securely
smile —
His bark will take no prize again, nor e'er touch Indian isle !
'S blood ! 'twas a sorry fate he met on his own mother
wave, —
The foe far off, the storm asleep, and yet to find a grave !
With store of the Peruvian gold, and spirit of the cane.
No need would he have had to cruise, in tropic climes again :
But some are born to sink at sea, and some to hang on shore,
And Fortune cried, God speed ! at last, and welcomed Ned
no more.
NED BOLTON.
A jolly comrade in the port, a fearless mate at sea ;
Wlien I forget tliee, to my hand false may the cutlass be !
And may my gallant battle-flag be stricken down in shame,
If, when the social can goes round, I fail to pledge thy
name !
Up, up, my lads !— his memory !— we'll give it with a
cheer,—
Ned Bolton, the commander of the Black Snake privateer !
Poor Ned ! he had a heart of steel, with neither flaw nor
speck ;
Firm, as a rock, in strife or storm, he stood the quarter-
deck ;
He was, I trow, a welcome man to many an Indian dame.
And Spanish planters crossed themselves at whisper of his
name ;
But now, Jamaica girls may weep— rich Dons securely
smile —
His bark will take no prize again, nor e'er touch Indian isle !
'S blood ! 'twas a sorry fate he met on his own mother
wave, —
The foe far off, the storm asleep, and yet to find a grave !
With store of the Peruvian gold, and spirit of the cane.
No need would he have had to cruise, in tropic climes again :
But some are born to sink at sea, and some to hang on shore,
And Fortune cried, God speed ! at last, and welcomed Ned
no more.
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| Description | A collection of songs and other poetical pieces, many of which are original, accompanied with notes ... and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire. Originally published in 1819. Edited by William Motherwell. With a portrait. Second series. |
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| Shelfmark | Glen.163 |
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| Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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| Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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