APOLLO STRUCK THE LYRE, THE MUSES SUNG GLASGOW: PRINTED BY A. MACGOUN, MUSIC SELLER AND STATIONER, ARGYLE-STREET, 1-31-51 MFP English 5118 THE MUSICAL BANQUET. THE TIGHT LITTLE ISLAND. DADDY Neptune, one day, to Freedom did fay, The fpot I fhould hit on would be little Britain: A right little tight little island, So happy as this little ifland. Julius Cæfar, the Roman, who yielded to no man, And Dane, Pict and Saxon, their homes turn'd their backs on, Oh! what a fnug little island, They'd all have a touch at the ifland, Some were fhot dead,-fome of them fled, And some stay'd to live in the island. Then a very great war-man, called Billy the Norman, It would be much more handy to leave this Normandy, Says he, 'tis a fnug little ifland, Hop, skip, and jump,-there he was plump, And he kick'd up a duft in the island, Yet party deceit help'd the Normans to beat, By Dane, Saxon, or Pict we ne'er had been lick'd, Poor Harold the king of the island, He loft both his life and his island, That's very true,-what could he do? Like a Briton he died for his island. Then the Spanish Armada fet out to invade a', Oh the poor queen of the island, The drones came to plunder the island. But fnug in her hive-the queen was alive, And buz was the word at the island. These proud puff'd up cakes, thought to make ducks and drakes, The good wooden walls of the island: Devil or don,-let 'em come on, But, how would they come off at the island. I don't wonder much, that the French and the Dutch, And I wonder much lefs, they have met no fuccefs, Oh! 'tis a wonderful island, All of 'em long for the island: Hold a bit there, (let 'em)—take fire and air; But we'll have the fea and the island. T Then, fince Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept tune, land: Should the army of England, or all they could bring land; We'd fhow 'em fome play for the island; ON ADMIRAL DUNCAN'S VICTORY. ENROLL'D in our bright annals lives full many a gallant name, But never British heart conceiv'd a prouder deed of fame, But never British heart conceiv'd, but never British heartconceiv'd, A prouder deed of fame, a prouder deed of fame. To fhield our liberties and laws, to guard our fov'reign's crown, Than noble Duncan's mighty arm atchiev'd off Camperdown. crown, Immortal be the glorious deed atchiev'd off Camperdown. October the eleventh it was, he fpied the Dutch at nine, |