Chance if again it sends that sort,. Scarce with these words I'd outed, Glad for my eyes and limbs, When a cartridge burst, and douted Both my two precious glims; And thus, though tars, &c. I'm blind, and I'm a cripple, Yet cheerfully would sing, 'Cause why?"Twas for my king:: Besides each Christian's exhort, Pleas'd, will some pity spare; And thus though tars are fortune's sport, JACK BLOCK.. WHEN I came back to bonny Shadwell Dock, How the girls did stare at their friend Jack Block.. When with buxom Poll, at the anchor so blue, Says she, Jack your health! says I, here's to you!! The purser he look'd at me very big, And to Poll threw his loving palaver, But the rumbo I threw o'er his white chissel'd wig.. With my chip chow, &c. His pipe being broke, oh! damn it how he stares; Says I, with all my heart, so I kick'd him down stairs. Then says Poll, O Jack! treat me to the play, I like a box, says I; so I tripp'd it away. Oh! then the jack-a-dandies clapp'd and encor'd, The link-boy he lighted us clean in the mud, And his chip chow, &c. Let us drink a health to little England;" To great George, and good Queen Charlotte, A HUNTING SONG. WHEN Phoebus begins just to peep o'er the hills, And rouze brother sportsmen who sluggishly sleep, See the hounds are uncoupled in musical cry, And high-mettled steeds with their neighing all seem Behold where sly Reynard, with panic and dread, The pack on the scent fly with rapid career, Now on the chace, o'er hills and o'er dales, All dangers we nobly defy; Our nags are all stout, and our sports we'll pursue, With shouts that resound to the sky. But see how he lags, all his arts are in vain, Each hound in his fury determines his fate, With shouting and joy we return from the field, A FREE-MASON'S SONG. COME, let us prepare, 'The world is in pain But let them still wonder and gaze on; Till they're shewn the light, They'll ne'er know the right Word or sign of an accepted mason. "Tis this, and 'tis that, Should aprons put on, To make themselves ene With a free and an accepted mason, Great kings, dukes, and lords To hear themselves nam'd Antiquity's pride We have on our side,' It makes each man just in his station; By a free and an accepted mason. We're true and sincere, No mortal can more, The ladies adore, Than a free and an accepted mason. Then join hand in hand, To each other firm stand, Let's be merry, and put a bright face on; So noble a toast, As a free and an accepted mason. TO-MORROW; OR, THE PROSPECT. Tune-With my Jug in one Hand. IN the downhill of life when I find I'm reclining, May my fate no less fortunate be! Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea; With an ambling pad poney to pace o'er the lawn, And blythe as the lark that each day hails the dawn, With a porch at my door both for shelter and shade too, As the sunshine or rain may prevail, And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail; A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game, And a purse when my friend wants borrow; I'd envy no nabob his riches or fame, Or the honours that wait him to-morrow. From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secur'd by a neighbouring hill; And at night may repose steal on me more sweetly, And while peace and plenty I find at my board, And when I at last must throw off this frail covering, But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow ; As this worn-out old stuff which is threadbare to-day, May become everlasting to-morrow. |