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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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Row, dow, dow.
'' I 'HO' I am now a very little lad,
X If fighting men cannot be had,
For want of better I may do.
To follow the boys with a rat tat too ;
1 may feem tender, yet I'm toygh,
And tho' not too much of me, right good ftuff;
Of this I'll boafl — fay more who can,
I never was afham'd to face my man.
I'm a cliick-a-Biddy, fee,
Take me now, now, n,ow,
A merry little hfe
For your row, dow, dow ;
Brown Befs I knock about, oh there's my joy.
With my knapfack at my back like a roving boy.
In my tartan plaid a young foldier view.
My fillebeg and dirk, and bonnet blue,
Give the word and I'll march where you command.
Noble fcrjeant with a (hilling then Ilrike my hand ;
My captain when' he takes his glafs,
May like to toy with a pretty lafs.
For fuch a one I've a roguifh eye.
He'll ne'er want a girl when I am by.
I'm a ckick-a-Biddy, ^C
Tho' a barber never yet had mow'd his chin.
With my great broad-fword I long to begin,
Cut, flafti, ram, dam, oh ! glorious fun.
For a gun, pip pop, change my little pop-gun :
The foes (hall fly, like geefe in flocks,
E'n Turks I'd drive like ' Turkey-cocks ;
Wherever quarter'd I fliall be.
Oh ! zounds how I'll kifs my landlady.
I'm a chick-a-Biidy, &c.
Blow, Boreas, blow.
BLOW, Boreas, blow, and let the furly winds
Make the billows foam and roar ;
Thou can'fl no terrors breed in valiant minds.
But fpight of thee we'll live and find the fhore.
Then cheer my hearts, and be not aw'd.
But keep the gun-room clear;
TJio' hell's broke loofe, and daemons roar abroad,
Whiiit we have fea room here, boys, never fear.
Hey I how (he toffes up, how far !
The mounting top-maft touch'd a ftar :
The meteors blaz'd,as thro' the cloudswecame.
And, falamander like, we liv'd in flame.
But now we fink I now we go down
To the deepeft fhades below :
Alas ! where are we now ! who, who can tell ?
Sure 'tis the deepeft room in hell.
Or where the fea-gods dwell :
With them we'll live, we'll live and reign.
With them we'll laugh, and fing and drink amain;
But fee I we mount I fee, fee, we rife again.
Tho' fiaflies of lightning, and tempefts of rain.
Do fiercely contend v.'hich fhall conquer the main;
The' the captain does fwear inftead of a pray'r.
And the fea is all fir'd by the dsemons of th' air.
We'll drink and defy
The mad fpirits that fly
From the deep to the fky.
And ling whilft the thunder does bellow.:
For Fate ftill will have
A kind chance for the brave,
And ne'er make his grave
Of a falt-water wave.
To drown, no never to drown a good fellow.
R.. Bradley.
The affefiionate Soldier.
'*T^WAS in the evening of a wint'ry day,
J- When fafe returning from a long campaign, '
Allen o'ertoil'd and weary with the way.
Came home to fee his Sally on<e again.
His batter'd arms he carelefsly threw down,
And view'd his Sally with enraptur'd eyes ;
But Ihe receiv'd him with a modeft frown-
She knew not Allen in his rough ^lifguife.
His hair was knotted and his beard unfiiorn,
His tatter'd 'coutrements about him hung;
A tear of pleafure did his cheeks adorn.
And bleffings fell in torrents from his tongue.
" Am I fo alter'd by this cruel trade,
" That you your faithful Allen have forgot ;
" Or has your heart to fome other ftray'd ?
" Ah ! why did I.efcapethe murd'ring fiiot."
When this he fpake, her wonted colour fled,
'She ran and funk upon her Allen's breaft ;
All pale awhile, fhe look'd like one that's dead ;
He kifs'd, Ihe breath'd, and all her love confefs'ct'
" Yes, my delight, tho' alter'd as thou art,
" Reduc'd by honeft courage to this ftrait ;;' -^
" Thou art the golden treafure of my heart,
"My long loft hulband, and my wifh'd for mate.
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O lovely Maid.
O LOVELY maid, beftow one fmiie
On him who fighs for thee ;
And you fcall find him conftant prove.
When he returns from fea.
Remembrance of a kind adieu,
From you, my charming fair.
Shall weather me through every ftorraf
And keep me from defpair.
And tho' the waves around me foam,
And death appears at hand ;
The hope of feeing thee again,
Shall be to me as land.
And if I fhould be fpar'd once more,
My deftin'd port to make,
I'll there feleft whate'er is fcarce.
And keep them for your fake.
And when my bark is laidendeep,
And fails loos'd to the wind ;
Then homeward bound my courfe I'll ileer.
You, only you to find.
And if I find you then prove true,
My conftant care fhall be
To live and love but only you,
And bid adieu to fea. -£&• Cwtfi.
BALLAD.
The Lady's Fall.
MARKE well my heavy doleful talf.
You loyal lovers all.
And heedfuUy bear in your breaft,
A gallant lady's fall.
Long was Ihe woo'd, e'er fhe was won,
To lead a wedded life.
But folly wrought her overthrew,
£efore Ihe was a wife.