Fresh blows the pleasing veering gales, But now our topsails they are bent, BETSEY BOBBIN. IN love be I fifth button high, My heart is set a throbbing, And, no one by, I throbbing sigh, For charming Betsey Bobbin. Her lips so sweet are velveret, Her hand squeez'd oft' is sattin soft, Her roguish smile can well beguile, Yet never stir when tack'd to her, FOR A' THAT. Written by A. Burns. WHAT tho' on hamely fare we dine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show an' a' that: An honest man, tho' ne'er so poor, Is chief o' man for a' that. You see yon birkic, ca'd a Lord, His dignities, an' a' that; A man of independant mind The King can make a belted Knight, An a' that, an a' that, His garters, stars, an' a' that, The pith of sense, and wale of worth, Then let us pray the time may come, An' come it will for a' that; An' man to man the wide world o'er, THE ARMY AND NAVY OF BRITAIN FOR EVER. LET sailors and soldiers unite in this cause, Bound together by honor and loyalty's band; While no private feuds our interests dissever; And our ultimate toast, Here's the Army and Navy of Britain for ever. The sailor who ploughs on the watery main, To war, and to danger, and shipwreck a brother: And the soldier who firmly stands out the campaign, Do they fight for two men who make war on each other? O no-tis well known, Fires their bosoms with ardour and noble endeavour; And that each with his lass, As he drinks a full glass, Toasts the Army and Navy of Britain for ever. That their cause is but one, and they both can unite Than the maritime soldier, the honest marine : He fights 'till he falls, And from fore-tack or musquet he never will waver; But when the fray's o'er, With his Dolly on shore, Drinks the Army and Navy of Britain for ever. What matters it who braves the globe or the surge? Yet if there's a contest about either station, Let that stimulus glory and loyalty urge, Who will stand the most firm to the King and the Nation: While thus we agree, Let's fight and be free, Shall Britons 'gainst Britons draw daggers-O never! Make the Sans Culottes fly, And let fame rend the sky, With the Navy and Army of Britain for ever. CHICKA. Sung by Miss Sims in Doll of Wapping. Tune-Sailor Boy capering. CHICKA lik' a sailor man, Tom like'a Chicka too; Tom no to Ningland go, Doll nibber come so far-den Tom shoot a cockatoo, And puxa till he hot: Him call for grog, a ho! Me drinka swipe galore;-hee-hee! Wid a jolly tar. But, Doll o'Wapping if she dead, Yellow fedder on a head, And silber at ee nose; Gold ring on ebery toe, Blue cheek and shinee hair-O la! Ickle Chicka pretty squaw, For a jolly tar. HOT SPICE GINGERBREAD. Sung by Mr. Knight in Harlequin and Oberon. COME boys and girls, men and maids, widows and wives; The best penny lay out you e'er spent in your lives; Come, buy my spice gingerbread, smoaking hot. |