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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIREN M E D L E r.
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In the Rough Blaft heaves the Billow.
IN the rough blaft heaves the Billow,
In the light air waves the Willow,
t/very thing of moving kind,
Varies with the veering wind :
What have I to do with thee.
Dull, unjoyous Conflancy ?
After fretted pouting forrow,
Sweeter is the iinile to-morrow,
Pafling ftill each changeful thing,
Faireft is upon the wing.
What have I to do with thee.
Dull, unjoyous Conftancy ?
Sombre tale and fatire witty,
f Sprightly glee and doleful ditt)',
Meafur'd fighs and roundelay.
Welcome alii but do not fta/.
For what have I to do with thee.
Dull, unjoyous Conflancy ?
Ah! could my faukeriiig Tongue impart.
AH! could my fault'ring tongue impart
The tale of woe that pains my heart,
Then in vain I fhotild n'^t crave
Your pity for a wieiched flavs.
Then in, vain, &c.
The injured ne'er in vain ad": eft
In plaints of woe a Briton's breaft ;
■Companion ever marks the brave ;
Oh ! pity then your wretched flave I
Compaffion ever marks, &c.
Paul and Virginia.
The wealth of the Coitnge is Love.
A BLESSING unknown to ambition and pride,
'l"h.)t firtune can never abate ;
To wealth and to fplendour, tho' often denied.
Yet on poverty deigns to await.
That blefting ye powers, oh ! be it my lot,
The choiceft beft gift from above,
•Deep fixed in my heart, fhall ne'er be forgot;
The wealth of the cottage is love.
Whate'er my condition ,why ftiould I repine ?
By poverty never diftreis'd :
lExulting I felt what a treafure was mine,
A treafure enfhrin'd in my breaft.
Paid afLd Virginia.
That bleffing, &c.
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Steady fne goes, all welH,
THE Bririfh tar no peril knows,
But fearlefs braves the angry deep.
The fhip's his cradle of repofe,
And fweetly rocks him to his fleep ;
He, tho' the raging furges fvvell.
In his hammock.
In his hammock fwin^;.
When the fteerfman (ings.
When the fieerfman- fings,
Steady fhe goes, all well, all well.
Steady Ihe goes.
While on the main-top yard he fprings.
An Englifh yeftel heaves in view,
He afks, but One no letter brings
From bonny Kate, he lov'd To true ;
Then fighs he for his native dell.
Yet to hope he clings.
To hope he clings.
While the fteerfman fings.
While the fteerfman fings,
Steady flie goes, all well, &c.
The ftorm is paft, the bnttle's o'er.
Nature and man repofe in peace.
Then homeward bound, on England's fhore,
He hopes for joys that ne'er will ceafe ;
His Kate's fweet voice thofe joys foretell,
And his big heart fprings.
His big heart fprings.
While the fteerfirian iings.
While the fteerfman fings.
Steady fhe goes, all well, &c.
The kind honeft Heart of a Tar.
MY girl, though no fortune to ofl^er,
I've fomething to put on a par;
Come here and accept of my olfer.
The kind honeft heart of a Tar.
Ne'er let fuch a trifle ns this is.
Girl, be to your pleaftire a bar ;
You'll be rich, though 'tis only in kiffes.
With the kind honeft heart of a Tar.
Befides, I'm none of your ninnies.
The next time I come from afar,
I'll bring you, your lap full of guineas.
With the kind honeft heart of a Tar.
I have this here to fay now, and mind it.
If love, that m hazzard can bar;
Your feeking, you'll certainly find it
In the kind honeft heart of a Tar.
BED FORD- ROW, Dublin,
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