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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Bachelor's Hall.
TO Bachelor's Hall ue good tellows invite,
To partake of ihe chace that makes up our
delight :
We have fpirits like fire, and of health fuch a flock,
That our puH'e flrikes the feconds as true as a clock.
Did you fee us, you'd fv\ear, as we mount with a
grace,
That'Di.ana had duLb'd fomc new pnds of the chace.
JIark atuay I hark arvny ! — all Nature looks gay ;
And Aurora -cAth fm'ilcs tiJJicrs in ihc bright day-
Dick Thickiet came mounted upon a.fine black,
A better fleet gelding ne'ei hunter did back ;
Tom Trig rode a bay full of mettle and bone ;
And gayly Bob Buxem rode proud on a roan ;
But the horfe of all horfes, that rival'd the day.
Was the Squire's Neck-or-nothing, and that was a
grey.
Hark a-jjay ! hark away ! while our fpirits an gay.
Let's drink to the joys of the next CQming day.
Then for hounds — there was Nimble, fo well that
climbs rocks ;
And Cock-nofe, a good one at fcentjng a fox ;
Little Plunge, like. a mole, v. ho will ferret and
and fe4rch ;
And beetle-brow'dHawk's eye, fo dead at a lurch ;
Young Sly-locks, that fcents the ftrong breeze from
the fouth,
And mufical Echo-well, with his deep mouth.
Hark away, &c-
Our horfes thus all of the very beft blood,
■"Tis not likely you'll eafily find fuch a flud ;
And for hounds, our opinions with thoufands we'll
back,
That all Ireland throughout can't produce fuck a
pack.
Thus having defcrib'd our dogs, horfes and crew,
Away we.fet off, for the fox is in view.
Hark away, &C'
Sly Reynard's brought homejWhil'e the horns found
a call,
And now you'r all welcome to Bachelor's-Hall ;
The fav'ry lirloin grateful fmokes on the board.
And Bacchus pours wine from his favourite hoard.
Come on, then, do honour to this jovial place,
And enjoy the fweet pleafures that fpringfrom the
chafe. Hark away, &c.
Dihdin-
The Banks of Tweed.
ALL on the pleafant Banks of Tweed,
Young Jockey won my heart,
■He tun'd fo fweet his oaien reed,
None lung with half fuch art.
His fkilful tale
Did foon prevail
To make me fondly love him, . /
But now he hies,
Nor heeds my cries—
I wifli I ne'er had feen him.
When firft me met., the bonny fwain
Of nought but love could fay,
"Oh! give" he cry 'd, " that heart jgain
'" Which you have ftole away ;
" Or eile incline
" To give me thine
" And I'll together join them ;
" My faithful heart, .
" Will never part,"
Ah ! why did I believe him ?
Then all ye maidens fly the fwain,
His wily ftories fhun,
Elfe you, like me, may foon com.plainj
Like me will be undone.
But peace, tny breaft,
Nor break my reft,
I'll try quite to forget hin;,
For I m-ay fee
As good as he —
And wifli I ne'er had feen him.
Poor JacV.
GO patter to lubbers and fwabs, do you fet^
'Bout danger and fear, and the like ;
A tight water boat and good fea room give me,
. And it en't to a little I'll flrike : [fhould fmite,
Tho' the tem].eft top-gallant-niaft fmack-fmooih
And (hi.er each Ipiinter of wood, [thing tight,
Clear the wreck, flow the yards, and bowie every
And under reef 'd forefail v.e'U feud.
Avaft I nor don't tiling me a milk-fop fo foft.
To be taken for trifles a-back ;
For they fay there's a Providence fits up aloft.
To keep watch for the lite of Poor Jack.
Why, I heard our good chaplain palaver one day,
'Bout fouls — heaven — mercy — and fuch ;
And, my timbers ! what lingo he'd coil and belay !
Why, 'twas juft all as one as hieh Dutch !
But he laid, how a fparrow can't • lunder d'ye fee,
Without oders that come dov\n below ;
Anri many fuch things— which prov'dclearl/ tome
That Providence takes us in tow ;
For, fays he, do ye mind me, let ftorms e'er fo oft
Take the top lifts of failors aback,
There's a fweet little cherub fits perch'd up aloft.
To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack.
I faid to our Poll (for you fee fhe would cry, ■
When laft we weigh'd anchor for fea)
What argufies fniv'ling, and piping your eye?
Why, what a damn'd fool you muft be :
Don't you fee the world's wide, and there's room
for us all— •
Both for feamen arid lubbers afliore ;
Arid if to old Davy I go, my dear Poll,
Why, you never will hear of me more.
What, then ? all's a hazard — come, don't be fo foft,
Perhaps I may laughing come back ;
For, d'ye fee,' there's a cherub fits fmiling aloft.
To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack.
D'ye mind me, a failor fhould be, ev'ry inch,
All as one as a piece of the fhip—
With her brave the world v ithout oft'ringto flinch
From the moment the anchor's a trip.
As to me, in all weathers, all times, tides and end^.
Nought's a trouble, from duty that fprings;
My heart is r.-iy Poll's, and my rhino my friend'*—
And as for my life - 'tis my king's !
E'en when my time's come, ne'er believe me fofoft,
As with grief to be taken a- back ;—
That fame little cheiub that fits up aloft
Will look out a good birth for Poor Jack.
Dildin-
He that v;ill not merry, merry be.
TTE that will not merry, merry be,
-••-■- With a gen'rous bowl and a toaft,
May he in bridewell be Ihut up,
And fait bound to a poll :
Let him le merry merry iJiere,
And we II le merry here .
Por who can kiow -where zvejliall ge.
To be merry another year ?
He tha^ will not merry, merry be.
And take his glafs in courfe,
May he be 'blig'd to drink fmall-beer.
Ne'er ajsenny in his puife.
Ltt-him, he merry, £^c.
He that will. not merry, merry be.
With a comp'ny of jolly boys.
May he be plagu'd with a fcolding wife.
To confound him with her noife.
Lei Jiim he merry, &«•
He that will not merry, merry be.
With his miitrefs in his bed.
Let him be lay'd in yon church-yard,
And I put in his Head.
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