In one room he receives Beggars, paupers, and thieves, So of course he's not breathing a very pure air; He can no where approach But tag-rag and bob-tail must all have a stare ; And has left off his trade. He still finds the "Compter" is under his care. Goes in state to St. Paul's, And they can't do without him at Bartlemy fair! He's at Old Bailey Sessions, And all turtle eatings that's done at Guildhall; And feasting at Richmond, Gravesend, and Blackwall. The guests are repining, If he does not keep "wining" with every soul there. Oh! how can he have leisure, &c. His duties increasing, He fags without ceasing, One night at a banquet-the next at a ball; He must give a hearing, Though but one year's allowed him for doing it all! All bring to his lordship vexation and care; When fishwomen lark it At Billingsgate market, ; Or the fish with an improper "scent" are sent there Takes all kinds of "queer fish" before the Lord Mayor. And helping to carry each weighty affair; For taking his pleasure, He works like a horse-all the time he's a " "Mayor!' THE CABIN BOY. THE sea was rough, the clouds were dark, When forc'd, by Fortune, to embark, My purse soon fill'd with Frenchmen's gold, But wreck'd in sight of port behold, SLING THE FLOWING BOWL. COME, come, my jolly lads, the winds abaft, Come, bustle, bustle, bustle, boys, haul the boat, The ship's unmoor'd All hands on board, The rising gale Fills every sail, The ship's well mann'd and stor❜d. Then sling the flowing bowl: The can, boys, bring; While the foaming billows roll. Though to the Spanish coast we're bound to steer, We'll still our rights maintain ; Then bear a hand, be steady, boys; soon we'll see Old England once again, From shore to shore, 'While cannons roar, Britannia rules the main. Then sling the flowing bowl, &c, THE ALMANACK MAKER. OH, father had a jolly knack Very well, Of eclipses and wars, When plots were prevented, Much rain or much heat The tenth or the fifteenth, There'd be more or less Oh, father had a jolly knack, Of aches and of pains, When school-boys might play; And the world be undone, Though he says we're to die, THE SPRIGHTLY HORN. THE sprightly horn awakes the morn, And bids the hunter rise, The opening hound returns the sound, And Echo fills the skies. See ruddy health, more dear than wealth, In ancient days, as story says, I LOCK'D UP ALL MY TREASURE. I LOCK'D up all my treasure, And all my treasure gone. FAIR ELLEN. FAIR Ellen like a lily grew, Was beauty's fav'rite flow'r, Till falsehood chang'd her lovely hue, She wither'd in an hour. |