Well, man's but man,-that's all I say; If I can't fight, For certain I can't run away." So, as if Old Nick was in it, Till at last poor I! they dous'd my glims; So says I, "Why, I've lost my eyes and limbs : Well, the sails of life by time are furl'd. "Twas fate's decree, That I mayn't see The treach'ry of this wicked world." Things grew worser still, and worser; Fortune, I had cause to curse her; Coming home, I found I'd lost my wife: Tol de rol, de rol de ri! So says I,- But we're all mortal-she was old: If so be she's gone. I ne'er again shall hear her scold." Now laid up in Greenwich quarter, So says I, ""Twas not so when I was young; But then," says I again, "you dunce! Be fear afar From ev'ry tar,— Damme ! a man can die but once." DEAR NANCY, ADIEU. UNFURLED were the sails, bearing William afar From the shore where his Nancy had lingered in view; While the tears for the fate of her generous tar From her bosom escaped, as she cried, "Love, adieu !" Endeared to the spot by sweet sympathy's tie, Where last her fond William had vowed to be true, O'er the ocean's expanse she would range with her eye, As the waves gently murmured," Dear Nancy, adieu!" Three years have elapsed and the beach Nancy sought, As a vessel appeared with her streamers displayed; ""Tis my_love," she exclaimed, but sad tidings were brought, Which struck with despair the affectionate maid ! — For who can describe her keen pangs when she found That her tar, to his country and king ever true, Had fallen, alas! but by victory crowned, While the crew, wrapped in grief, sighed, "Brave The portrait from Nancy which hung from his neck, CRIPPLED JACK. WITH shatter'd limbs Jack came from sea, With heart as firm as oaken tree, That stands the wind and weather: What though his timbers they are gone, A grape-shot lopt his starboard wing, HOW PLEASANT A SAILOR'S LIFE PASSES. How pleasant a sailor's life passes, Who roams o'er the wat'ry main ! But cheerfully spends all his gain. CHORUS. Then why should we quarrel for riches, A light heart and thin pair of breeches The world is a beautiful garden, Enrich'd with the blessings of life, And mountainous billows affright; Then why should, &c. The courtier's more subject to dangers In different nations we try : Then why should, &c. THOUGH FATE, MY GIRL, MAY BID US PART. [THOMAS MOORE.] THOUGH fate, my girl, may bid us part, But must we, must we part indeed? Does she too mourn ?-Perhaps she may, If Julia's heart, like mine, is beating? I oft-have lov'd the brilliant glow Of rapture in her blue eye streaming- While joy is in the glances beaming? No, no! yet, love, I will not chide, Could keep your faithful boy from loving. You'll soon be distant from his eye, And with you all that's worth possessing; JACK'S GRATITUDE. [CHARLES DIBDIN.] I'VE sail'd round the world without fear or dismay; I've seen the wind foul, and I've seen the wind fair; I've been wounded, and shipwreck'd, and trick'd of my pay; But a brave British sailor should never despair. When in a French prison I chanc'd for to lie, With no light from the heavens, and scarce any air, In a dungeon instead of in battle to die, Was dismal I own, but I did not despair. But, Lord! this is nothing-my poor upper works But a brave British sailor should never despair. But for all these misfortunes, I'd yet cut a dash, Laid snug up my timbers, and never known care, If the agent had not run away with the cash, And so many brave fellows plung'd into despair. |