CROSS PURPOSES.

TOM loves Mary passing well,
And Mary she loves Harry;
But Harry sighs for bonny Bell,
And finds his love miscarry;
For bonny Bell for Thomas burns,
Whilst Mary slights his passion:
So strangely freakish are the turns
Of human inclination.

Moll gave Hal a wreath of flow'rs,
Which he, in am'rous folly
Consign'd to Bell, and in few hours
It came again to Molly:

Thus all by turns are woo'd, and woo;
No turtles can be truer ;

Each loves the object they pursue,
But hates the kind pursuer.

As much as Mary, Thomas grieves,
Proud Hal despises Mary;

And all the flouts which Bell receives
From Tom, she vents on Harry.
If one of all the four has frown'd,
You ne'er saw people grummer;
If one has smil'd, it catches round,
And all are in good humour.

Then, lovers, hence this lesson learn,
Throughout the British nation;
How much 'tis ev'ry one's concern
To smile at reformation.

And still, thro' life, this rule pursue,
Whatever objects strike you,

Be kind to them that fancy you, That those you love may like you.

D

GRAMACHREE MOLLY:

AN IRISH AIR.

AS down on Banna's banks I stray'd, one ev'ning in May,

The little birds, in blythest notes, made vocal ev'ry

spray:

They sung their little tales of love, they sung them o'er and o'er.

Ah! gramachree, ma cholleenouge, ma Molly ashtore!

The daisy dy'd, and all the sweets the dawn of nature yields,

The primrose-pale, and vi'let blue, lay scatter'd o'er the fields;

Such fragrance in the bosom lies of her whom I adore. Ah! gramachree, &c.

I laid me down upon a bank, bewailing my sad fate, That doom'd me thus the slave of love, and cruel Molly's hate;

How can she break the honest heart that wears her in its core?

Ah! gramachree, &c.

You said you lov'd me, Molly dear: ah, why did I be

lieve?

Yet who could think such tender words were meant but to deceive?

That love was all I ask'd on earth, nay,, heav'n could give no more.

Ah! gramachree, &c.

O! had I all the flocks that graze on yonder yellow hill, Or low'd for me the numerous herds that yon green pasture fill;

With her I love, I'd gladly share my kine and fleecy store

Ah! gramacree, &c.

Two turtle-doves, above my head, sat courting on a bough,

I envy'd them their happiness, to see them bill and coo; Such fondness once for me she shew'd, but now, alas! 'tis o'er.

Ah! gramachree, &c.

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Then fare thee well, my Molly dear, thy loss I e'er

shall mourn;

While life remains in Strephon's heart, 'twill beat for thee alone;

Tho' thou art false, may heaven on thee its choicest blessings pour, &c.

Ah! gramachree, &c.

ALBION THE PRIDE OF THE SEA.

Written by Dr. Houlton.

MY boys, would you know how our ship got her name, You speedy shall know that from me,

When ready to launch, she was christen'd by FameThe ALBION-the Pride of the Sea.

CHORUS.

All her crew lads of mettle,
'Midst the cannon's loud rattle
A dread lion in battle,

Is ALBION the Pride of the Sea.

As she dash'd from the dock to embrace her own wave, She sprang with a heart full of glee,

And cry'd, let none man but the true British brave

The ALBION

the Pride of the sea.

All her crew, &c.

When glorious to view as she swam on the main,
This, this is my throne, exclaim'd she;

And the sceptre, my boys, we e'er will sustain
Of ALBION-the Pride of the Sea.

All her crew, &c.

What honour to her, fame and vict'ry have paid,
To history go, and you'll see,

That the world has been sway'd, and shall ever be

sway'd

By ALBION

the Pride of the Sea.

All her crew, &c.

SONG.

From the Italian.

BESIDE a fountain's border,
Where wanton zephyrs rovė;
A nymph, in sweet disorder,
Now sleeps in yonder grove.
If thus her beauties charm me,
All sleeping as she lies,
What ills, alas! shall harm me,
When once she opes
her eyes!

On her white arm reposing,
Reclines her lovely cheek,
Far sweeter tints disclosing
Then May's sweet morning deck.
What tender fears alarm me,
What tender hopes arise-
Alas! what ills shall harm me,
When once she opes her eyes?

And fain would I discover
What pains my breast invade;
But, ah! too timid lover,
My lips refuse their aid.

May love with boldness arm me,,
And cheek desponding sighs,
Or, oh! what ills shall harm me,
her eyes!

When once she opes

WHEN BOUNDING O'ER THE LOFTY YARD.

WHEN bounding o'er the lofty yard,
The jolly seaman reefs the sail,
Though whirlwinds roar, he grapples hard
The swimming beam, nor dreads the gale:
When hidden rocks and sable clouds
Impede the shatter'd vessel's way,
The boatswain, clinging to the shrouds,
Undaunted pipes his midnight lay.

And, ere the wreck begins to sink,
Ere through her sides the billows pour,
The sailor bravely stops to drink,

Then grasps the mast, and gains the shore:
Thus, Harriet, were I moor'd with you,
No threatning danger would I see,
But laugh at terror's pale-fac'd crew,
And baffle life's tempestuous sea.

Or haply should soft zephyr blow,
We'd leave the port and share the gale;
While Bacchus call'd all hands below,
And fortune laughing set our sail :
From quicksands of domestic care,
Where jealousy's loud breakers roar,
From sorrow's coast we'd steer afar,
"Till death should tow our boat ashore..