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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Daddy Neptune.
DADDY Neptune, one day,
To Freedom did fay,
" If ever I live upon di-y land,
" The fpot I fhould hit on,
" Would be little Britain,"
Says Freedom, " why that's my own ifland.
" 'Tis a jnice little ifland,
" 'TJs a tight little, right little ifland.
Julius Caefar, the Roman,
Who yielded to no man.
Came by water, he could not come by land,
And Dane, Picl, and Saxon,
Their homes turn'd their backs on,
And all for the fake of the ifland.
Oh! it's a nice little ifland,
"Tis a right little, tight little ifland.
Then, another great war-man,
Call'd Billy, the Norman,
Cry'd, " ha^g it, I don't much like my land,
" It would fare be more handy
" To leave this Normandy,
" And go to this beautiful ifland.
" Shan't we go and vifit this ifland ?
" The right little, tight little ifland."
Then, fays Harold the ting.
As hiftories fing,
" While I live, it fhall never be thy land;"
So he dy'd I w-ell wot,
Becaufe he was fliot
In bravely defending the ifland.
Poor Harold, the king of the ifland,
like a Briton he dj'd for his ifland.
Yet 'twas partly deceit
H-elp'd the Normans to beat,
Of traitors they manag'd to buy land;
By Dane, Saxon, or Pift
We had never been lick'd.
Had we Iluck to the king of the ifland.
Then let us ftand firm to the ifland,
The right little, tight little ifland-
The Spanifh Armadas'
Set out to invade us.
And fwore that if e'er they came nigh land,
They could not do lefs
Than hang poor X^een Befs,
And kick up a duft in the ifland.
Oh ! the poor Queen of the ifland.
The Dons would have plunder'd the ifland.
Thofe proud, pufC'd up rakes.
Thought to make ducks and drakes
Of our wealth, but before they could fpy land,
Our Drake had the luck
To make their pride duck,
And ftoop to the boys of the ifland.
Huzza, for the tars of the ifland,
Of the right little, light little ifland.
Now I don't wonder much.
That the French and the Dutch,
Have oft fince been tempted to try land,
And I wonder much lels
They have met no fuccefs,
For why fhould we give 'em the ifland;
Pray an't it our own little ifland.'
A nice little, tight little ifland.
Then as Freedom and Neptune,
Ha\e hitherto kept tune,
In each finging, " this fliall be my land"
Let the Army of England,
Or all they can bring, land.
We'll fliew 'em fome play for the ifland.
Oh, how we v.-ill fight for the ifland,
The right little, tight little ifland!
The moi^ftrous Great Nation,
With great botheration.
Would vapour o'er lowland and highland,
May our Nelfon be bleft.
Who has lower'd their creft.
And taught them refpevFt for the ifland.
Oh ! 'tis a nice I'ittle ifland,
A tight little, right little ifland.
Now they all have the hip,
And at fea fcarce a fliip.
Let 'em go and build more upon dry land.
While our conquefts increafe,
Till the bleffings of peace
Shall glad ev'ry heart in the ifland.
Oh 1 it's a nice little Lfland,
A right little, tight little ifland. ■
Were I to choofe the greateft Blifs.
"ERE I to choofe the greateft blifs,
That e'er in love wa« known,
'Twould be the higheft of my wifli
T'enjoy your heart alone.
Kings might polTefs their kingdoms free,
And crowns unenvy'd wear.
They fhould no rival have of me.
Might I reign monarch there.
The Man who with a gentle Heart.
In imitation of iJoraff. Lib. i. Ode ii.
THE m.an who with a gentle heart.
In life ferene fieals thro' his part,
Needs not the villain's bufy art.
To pile his gold on gold ;
Which, tho' fecur'd in iron cheft.
Still burns within his tortur'd breaft,
By day and night exiling reft
From him whofe mind is fold.
If he can boaft a quiet mind,
Domeftic bleffings he fhall find.
Below the roof that keeps out wind.
And all the weather's harm.
The fpear that glows in honour's field.
The fword that fkilful warriors wield.
Nor yet Achilles' high wrought fhield.
Need he with fuch to arm.
Place me far diftant from thofe plains,
Where ftands no cot, where pipe no fwalns,
Where blow bleak winds, where fall the rains.
And breathes a dangerous air;
Place me, oh, Bacchus, near fome caflc,
For ever forc'd to fill my flaflc.
With pleafure I'll renew my taflc,
And blefs iny daily care.