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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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Jack at the Opera.
AT Wapping 1 landed, and call'd to hail Mog,
She had ]ai\ iliap'd lier courl'e to the play,
Of two rums and water i order'd my grog;,
And to (peak her foon fto 'd under way j
But tlie Haymarket I for old Drury miltouk,
Like a lubber fo raw and fo fiift,
Haifa George handed out, at the chang;e did not look,
Mann'd the ratlines, and went up dloft.
As I mounted to one of the uppermofl tiers,
\Vith many a coxcomb and flirt,
Such a damnable fqualjing fakited my ears,
1 thought ther'd been foir.ebod/ hurt :
Bui the devil a bit, 'twas your outlandifli rips,
Singing out with their lanthorns of jaws,
?You'd a fwore you'd been taking of one of the trips
'iViongG the CalTrees, or wild Catabaws.
What's the piaj', Ma'am ? fays I, to a good-natur'd
tit.
The play ! 'tis the Ufroar, you quiz.
My timbers! cried I, the right name on't you've hit,
tor the devil of an upraar it is ;
For they pipe and they fqueel, now alow, now aloft j
If it wan't for the petticoat geer,
With their fqueaking fo moliyifh, tender and foft,
One fhould fcarcely know IVia'am from Mounfeer.
Next at kicking and dancing they took a long fpell,
All fpringing and bouncing ft. neat.
And fpecia'ly one curious Madamofelle,
Oh.! fne daintily handled her feet;
But Ihe hopp'd, and flie fprawl'd and flie fpun round
lo queer,
'Twas, you fee, rather oddiHi to me.
And fo I fung out, pray be decent, my dearj
Conlider I'm juft come from fea.
'Tan't an Englifhman's tafle to have none of thefe
goes.
So away to the playhbufe I'll jog.
Leaving all our fine Bantams, and ma'am Parifoes,
For old Billy Shakfpear and Ivlog ;
So I made the theatre, and hail'd my dear fpoufe.
She fmil'd as flie faw me approach ;
And when I'd fhook hands, and faluted her brows.
We to Wapping fet fail jn a coach.
Dil/clin.
Our dear Native Home.
OFT wealth and ambition will tempt u^ to dare
.\i\ the toils, all the perils that mortals can bear,
But the figh of remembrance wherever we roam,
Will fancy waft back to our dear native home.
I'Tho' rude the clime and tho' humble the cot,
I The early idea is never forgot.
And the figh of remembrance wherever we roam,
i Will fancy waft back to our dear native home, .
Ere around the Huge Oak.
ERE around the huge oak, that o'er fhadows yon
mill,
'Ihe fond ivy had dar'd to entwine;
Ere the church was a ruin that nods on the hill,
Or a rook built his neit on the pine.
Could I trace back the time to a far-diftant date,
When my forefathers toll'd in this field :
And the farm I now hold on your honour's eflate.
Is the fame that my grandfather till'd.
He dying, beqtieath'd to his fon a good name,
Which unfully'd, delcended to me;
For my child I've preferv'd it, unblemifh'd with
ihame ;
And it fiiU' from a fpot fhall be free.
When Fair Sufan I left.
WHEN fair Sufan I left with a heart full of woe.
And to fta w'ent my fortiine to mend;
Her foft fwelling bofom beat hard to ?nd fro,
When (he loll both her lover and her friend ;
Fare thee well, Tom, fhe cry'd, and bid me adieu„
While the tears -rain'd in ilioiv'rs from her eyes j
I fail'd full of grief to join the fiiip's crew,
M'hile loud waves to my forruw replies.
The winds they blew hard, and the fea 'gan to roar,
While blue lightning around \is did fiafh ;
I thought On my Sufan and nilh'd me on Ihore,
StiU the waves m.iff trenendous did dafh ;
At length a leak fpruiig, all hands call'd on deck.
In vain ev'ry art try'd to fave:
I f«am on a plank and efcap'd from the wreck.
The reft met a watery grave.
Kind fortul^e thus having preferved my life,
lo my Sufan i thought I would go ;
With- what joy I fhoulj meet with my long abfenc ,
wife?
Bur my hopes they were chang'd into woe;
For the news reach'd her ears, that the fiiip it uas
loft ' ~
And Thomas her lover was no more;
She died as a rnfe when nipt by the froft.
And I live her lofs to deplore.
Paddy the Piper.
WHEN I was a boy in my father's mud edifice.
Tender and bare as a pig in a ftye,
Out at the door as I looked with a fteady phiz
Who but Pat Murphy the Piper came by }
Says Paddy — but few play this mufic, can you play ?
Says I, I can't tell, for I never did try :
He told me that he had a charm.
To make the pipes prettily fpeak.
Then fqueez'd a bag under his arm.
And fweetly they fet up a fqueak ;
With a faralla laralla loo, och .' hone! how he
handled the drone.
And then fuch fweet mulic he blew, 'twould have
melted the heart of a ftone.
Your pipe, fays I, Paddy, fo neatly comes over me,
Waked I'll wander wherever it blows ;
And if my father fhould try to recover me.
Sure it wont be by defcribing my clothes, "■
The mufic I hear now, takes hold of my ear nov,%
And leads me all over the world by the nofe.
So I follow'd his bag-pipe fo fweet.
And fung, as I leap'd like a frog,
Adieu to my family feat.
So pleafanfly plac'd in a bog.
With my faralla laralla loo, how fweetly he
handled the drone,
And then fuch fweet tnufic he blew, 'twould have
melted the heart of' a fton.e.
Full five years I follow'd him, nothing could funder
us,
'Till he one morning had taken a fup.
And (lipp'd from a bridge in a river juft under u^,
Soufe to the bottom, juft like a blind pup,
I roar'd out, and 1 bawl'd out, and luftily call'd out,
O Paddy, my friend, don't you mean to come up ?
He was dead as a nail in a door.
Poor Paddy «as laid on the fhelf.
So I took up his pipes on the fnore,
And now I've fet up for myfelf.
With my faralla kiralla loo, to be fure I have not got
the knack.
To play faralla laralla loo, ay, and bubbaro didaro«
whack.