ON THE

DEATH OF ADMIRAL LORD NELSON.

TUNE-" Crazy Jane."

To the scourges of mankind, the oppressors of their country, "Let Pride rear the column, bust, and splendid works of art; Our great immortal NELSON, still, still in quest of glory, "Has left a lasting monument in ev'ry British heart!"

ANDERSON,

HARK! what deep complaints are yonder?

Groans resound from shore to shore!

Britain mourns her lost commander

God-like NELSON is no more:

He, who Albion's vengeful thunder

Bore tremendous o'er the main,

Gallia's scourge, and Egypt's wonder,

Never once he fought in vain!

Well may

Britain's tears of

sorrow,

Round her swell the azure flood,

While she views the breathless hero

Who, to save her, spilt his blood:

Yet his fall was render'd glorious
By the en❜my's overthrow

Still she sees her fleet victorious!

Still she smiles, thro' tears of woe?

Lo! from clouds an host descending,

Shades of those in war renown'd,

O'er the hostile fleets impending

NELSON dies with laurels crown'd

His great soul this orb forsaking,

They to happier climes convey, Now of endless joys partaking,

Joys which never will decay.

THE RETURNING SAILOR.

TUNE-"Erin go Brah."

THE Sailor from far distant climates returning,

In thought clasps the friend which he left on the shore; He dreams of the scenes, where in life's cloudless morning He sported, and longs to behold them once more: His heart pressing homeward with constant devotion, Impatient, complains of the ship's tardy motion, Tho' swiftly she glides o'er the breeze-ruffl❜d ocean, Fond fancy, with eagerness, leads on before.

Arriv'd in the bay whence at first he departed,

His eyes beam with transport! his toils are forgot!He sees the green hills where he wander'd light-hearted, Ere first he abandon'd the dear native cot;

He bounds to the shore, ev'ry object awaking,
The sorrows he felt when his country forsaking-

His friend here he left, while his bosom was aching,
And Sally he parted, with tears, on that spot.

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So William return'd...seven years had he wander'd, And all the keen blasts of misfortune gone thro'Nor ever yet once his affections had squander'd,

His passion for Sally remain'd always true :" At parting they vow'd, and he gave her a token; But women are faithless, her vows she had broken! Another she'd ta'en, to her shame be it spokenWhile William, the phantom of wealth did pursue.

His heart wildly beat as he enter'd the valley,
That spot ever sacred, the dear scene of joy;
There first he had whisper'd his love-tale to Sally,
And gain'd from her sweet lips the kindest reply:
Her dwelling appear'd, he beheld it delighted-
But all his fond hopes in a moment were blighted-
The false one was long to his rival united→→→

He heard the sad news with a heart-rending sigh.