Time and oft, drefs'd lamb fashion, I zeed an old ewe? I zeed beauty and virtue, that never knew shame; I zeed a fine head-drefs, worth more than the head; And fill through the crowd, as I whiftled along, But what zickened me most, was, one day in the park, Why, they fire for a victory, and you have your choice Nay, 'tis true we're done up, 'twill be feen by and by!- So I left my queer fpark, and went whistling along, JACK JUNK. "TWAS one day at Wapping, his dangers o'erhauling, Avaft! cry'd out Jack, what's there marvellous in it: When his time's come the ftouteft of hearts must comply: (Why now you, mafter Tallow-chandler, by way of throwing a little light on the fubject--don't you think 'tis better to be extinguifhed, when one's fighting in defence of one's king and country, than to ftay at home lingering, and go out like the fnuff of a candle?)— Then like men do your duty; we all have our minute; ' Huzza, boys! Let's live till we die. Why now you, mafter Plumber, that marvels at billows! And 'tis likely enough we may both die of lead! And as for the odds, all the difference that's in it, I fhall pop off at once, and you'll lingering lie: (Why, fmite my crooked timbers, who knows but master Snip there, may flip his cable, and break his back, with taking the ninth part of a fall off the fhopboard into his own hell!) Then like men, &c. As for you, master Bricklayer, to make out your calling, Pray, mayn't you, from a ladder or scaffold be falling, Then for you its commiffion a tile may bring in it, As foon as a fhot or a splinter for I: (As for master Doctor, the Undertaker, and Sexton, they don't want no wipe from me; they fends too many folks contented to their long home-not to know how to go there contentedly themselves.)— Then like men, &c. And when Captain Death comes, the reckoning to settle, You may clear fhip for action, as much as you like, And behave like a man, but he'as fuch weight of metal, At the very first broadfide the braveft must strike: And when you have faid all you can, what's there in it? Who, to fcud 'gainst a storm, but a lubber would try? (For as to qualms of confcience, cheating customers, betraying friends, and fuch like, being a set of honeft tradesmen, I dare fay you are perfectly casy about these fort of things.)— Then like men, &c. CALEDONIA. THEIR groves o' fweet myrtles let foreign lands reckon, Far dearer to me yon humble broom bowers, Tho' rich is the breeze, in their gay funny vallies, *Their sweet-fcented woodlands that skirt the proud palace. What are they?-the haunt o' the tyrant and flave? The flave's fpicy forefts, and gold bubbling fountains, He wanders as free as the wind on his mountains, THE SHIPWRECKED BOY AT HOME. THE goddess of war threw her spear on the ground, The shipwrecked fea-boy his troubles forgot, Then hurried on, with his heart all elate: But, when he arriv'd, fay, what pen can express So welcome at home was this brave little guest, You'd have thought that their welcomes would never have ceas'd. He hail'd every one, and he smil'd with such glee:- THE BOTTLE, OUR bottle, brave boys, is the life-fpring of pleasure, Drown deep-thinking care, bid joy sport without measure, Then join, boon companions, and fwell the gay ftrain, Tempus fugit-then bribe him again and again, Full bumpers the dulleft of drones will make merry, The blood of the grape, and the juice of the berry, ́ |