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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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A jolly brllk Tar.
A Jolly brifk- tar, but a little time fince,
As bold as a beggar, as drunk as .i prince,
! Fell foul of an ale-hoiife, and thinking it fin
J. To pafs without calling, reei'djovially in.
I Derry dowi),&c.
; Scarce feated was he, when the landlord pafs'd by,
; With pudding and beef, vvhich attraded Jack's eye;
( By the main-maft, a fail, boys ! then leapt from
his place,
1 And grafping his bludgeon, gave orders for chace.
) Derry down, &c.
I Now it happen'd together fome Frenchmen were
met,
. Refolving foup-meagre and frogs to forget,
I Convinc'd of their error, commanded this feaft,
' To be dreft and ferved up in the old Englifli tafle.
Derry down, &c.
i At the heels of the landlord the failor appears,
I And makes the room ring witli three Britifh cheers;
Then he fits himfelf down without further debate,
I And claps an old quid in his next neighbour's plate.
Derry down, &c.
I Sure nothing could equal the Frenchmen's furprize,
( When they flirugg'd up tlteir fhoulders, and turn'd
I up their eyes;
From one dropt a ha, and the other a hem ;
All gap'd at the landlord, the landlord at them..
Derry down, &c.
One, more bold than the reft, by his brethren's
advice,
Made a fneaking attempt to come in for a flice;
Jack, cutting his hand, quickly gave him a check,
Cry'd, " down with your arms, or I'll loon fweep
the deck."
Derry down, &c.
The landlord enrag'd, now approach'd from afar,
And fneaking behind, feiz'd the arms of the tar ;
" 1 have him,"'- fays he, but he cou'd iij no more,
Ere he found his dull pate where his heels ftood
before.
Derry down, &c.
Frenchmen
fprawling, the
knife, and prepar£s for the
The landlord thus
unite,
Each takes up his
fight ; .
" Of quarters," cries Jack, " I would not liave you
think;
" Strike, ftrike, you frog-eaters, flrike, ftrike, or
you fink."
Derry down, &c.
So faying, he handled his trufty oak ftick,
And pour'd in his broadfides fo ftout and fo thick;
So well play'd his part, in a minute, that four
Were decently laid with their hoft on the floor.
Derry down, &c.
The reft all difmay'd at their countrymen's fate.
For fear that Jack's ftick ftiouid alight on their pate,
• Acknow-ledg'd him vieftor and lord oi' the j.iain,
Withall humbly entreating to bury their ilain.
Derry dowi;, &c.
Three cheers then he gave, but infifted that tluy
For the beef, for the pudding an, I porter fhouM pay :
They agreed ; fo the iailor retl'd off with his
wench,
And fung as he reel'd, " Down, down, down with
" the French."
Churchill. Derry down, &c.
The Broom of Cowdenknows.
How blitlfewas [ each morn to fee
Aly fwain come o'er the hill !
He leap'd the brook, and flew to me :
I met him with good will.
I neither wanted ewe, nor lamb.
While hisflo(.ks near me lay :
He gather'd in my flieep at night,
And chear'd me ail the day.
Oh! the broom, the bonny bonny broom,
Where loft was my repofe ;
I wifh I was with my d.ear fwain,
With his pipe and xay ewes.
He tun'd his pipe and reed fo fweet,
The birds ftood lift'ning by :
The fleecy flock ftood ftill and gaz'd,
Charm'd with his melody :
While thus we fpent our time, by turns.
Betwixt our flocks and play,
I envy'd not the faireft dame,
Tho' e'er lo rich and gay.
O ! the broom, &c.
He did oblige me ev'ry hour,
Cou'd I but faithful be?
He ftole my heart, cou'd I refufe
Whate'er he aflc'd of me ?
Hard fate ! that I muft banifh'd be,
Gang heavily and mourn.
Becaufe I lov'd the kindeft fwain
That ever yet was born.
O! the broom, &c.
Oh! fie Shepherd, fie.
A S t'other day o'er the green meadow I paft,
■^*- A fwain overtook me, and held my hand faft ;
Then cry'd " my dear Lucy, thou caufe of my care,
" How long muft thy faithful young Thyrfis de-
fpair ?
" To crown my foft wiflies, no longer be dy '." .
But frowning, I anfwered," Oh! fie, fhepherd.fie."
He toH me his paffion, like time ftiould endure,
Th at beauty, which kindled his flame, would fecure ;
That all my fweet charms were for pleafure de-
fign'd.
And youth was the feafon to love, and-be kind.
Lord what cou'd I fay ! I could hardly deny.
And faintly I utter'd, Oh! fie, ihepherd, fie.
He fwore with a kifs that he could not refrain,
I told him 'twas rude, but he kifs'd n.e again ;
My conduft, ye fair-ones, in queftion ne'er call,
fvlor think I did wrong, I did nothing at all :
I'efolv'd to refift, yet inclin'd to coni_}y.
Now guefs, if I ftill faid. Oh ! fie, fhepherd, fie.
The Queen of Love.
WOU'D you the charming queen of love
Invite with you to dwell,
No w.mt your poverty fliou'd prove,
No ftate youi riches tell :
Both her and happinefs to hold,
A middle ftate muft pleafe ;
They fcun the houfe that ftiines with gold.
And that- which Qiines with greafe.