With a cheering glass,
And a smiling lass,
While boon the wind blows,
And smooth the tide flows,
And the ship steady goes,
Still steady through the boundless deep.
When wint'ry gales blow bleak alarms,
In turn he mounts the chilly deck;
But watch reliev'd, his Susan's charms,
All thoughts but those of pleasure check.
Come night's deep, &c.
A GENTLEMAN OF THE ARMY.
I'M Paddy Whack, of Ballyhack,
Not long ago turn'd soldier;
In grand attack, in storm or sack,
None will than I be bolder.
With spirits gay I march away,
I please each fair beholder;
And now they sing, he's quite the thing,
Och! what a jovial soldier,
And there ye come, at beat of drum,
To see me in the army.
Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo,
Whack! fal de lal la, and trilli li loo,
I laugh and sing God bless the Queen,
Since I've been in the army.
The lots of girls my train unfurls,
Would form a pleasant party;
There's Kitty Lynch, a tidy wench,
And Suke and Peg M'Carthy;
Miss Judy Baggs and Sally Maggs,
And Martha Scraggs, all storm me;
And Molly Magee is after me,
Since I've been in the army.
The Sallies and Pollies, the Kitties and Dollies,
In numbers would alarm ye;
E'en Mrs. White, who's lost her sight,
Admires me in the army.
The roaring boys, who made a noise,
And thwack'd me like the devil,
Are now become, before me, dumb,
Or else are very civil.
There's Murphy Roake, who often broke
My head, who daresn't dare me,
But bows and quakes, and off he sneaks,
Since I've been in the army.
And if one neglect to pay respect,
Och! another tips the blarney,
With "whisht, my friend, and don't offend
A gentleman in the army!"
Rub a dub dub, &c.
My arms are bright, my heart is light,
Good humour seems to warm me:
I've now become, with every chum,
A favourite in the army.
If I go on as I've begun,
My comrades all inform me ;
They soon shall see that I will be
A general in the army.
Delightful notion, to get promotion !
Then, ladies, how I'll charm ye;
For 'tis my belief, Commander-in-Chief
I shall be in the army!
Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo,
Whack! fal de ral la, and trilli li loo,
I laugh and sing God bless the Queen,
My country and the army.
THE sapling oak lost in the dell,
Where tangled brakes its beauties spoil, And ev'ry infant shock repel,
Droops hopeless o'er the exhausted soil.
At length the woodman clears around,
Where'er the noxious thickets spread;
And high reviving o'er the ground,
The forest's monarch lifts its head.
THINKS I TO MYSELF, THINKS I.
THINKS I to myself, thinks I,
I see no reason why,
The devil should pause
To sharpen his claws,
Thinks I to myself, thinks I.
Thinks I to myself, thinks I,
Those parsons are dev'lish sly;
To shun him, they preach,
While they suck like a leech,
Thinks to myself, thinks I.
Thinks I to myself, thinks I,
Let knaves my song decry;
I'll keep from the paw,
Of physic and law,
Thinks I to myself, thinks I.
Thinks I to myself, thinks I,
Let none their aid deny,
Nor leave their own work,
For a devil or Turk,
Thinks I to myself, thinks I.
THE SOLDIER WHO DIED FOR HIS KING.
DEAR maid of my soul, should I perish,
Where battle's rude discord speaks loudly;
The name of thy fond lover cherish,
And let thy young bosom beat proudly.
My own banner over me wave,
My broken shield over me fling;
And carve on the oak o'er my grave,
"The soldier who died for his king."
Yet, maid, when my life-blood is streaming,
One tear to my last moments given;
Like a star in thy blue eye beaming,
To me were a foretaste of heaven.
AND ye shall walk in silk attire,
And siller hae to spare,
Gin ye consent to be my bride,
Nor think on Donald mair.
"O wha wad buy a silken gown,
Wi' a puir broken heart?
Or what's to me a siller crown,
Gin frae my love I part ?"
I wadna walk in silk attire,
Nor braid wi' gems my hair,
Gin he whose faith is pledged wi' mine
Were wranged and grieving sair.
Frae infancy he loved me still,
And still my heart shall prove,
How weel it can those vows fulfil,
Which first repaid his love.
I wadna walk, &c.
YOU'VE of a Putney party heard,
And those who Woolwich joys preferr'd;
But now I'll tell you what occurr'd
Aboard a Gravesend Steamer.
Not like those vulgar chaps I'd be,
Wot never ventured out to sea;
A change of air, all did agree,
Most fit and proper was for me:
So I one day, with Mrs. Brown,
Resolv'd to leave the smoky town;
And Sunday after we went down
Aboard of a Gravesend Steamer,
With squalling, bawling, all the day,
And sighing, crying, all the way,
Oh! we were anything but gay
Aboard a Gravesend Steamer.
That we might be at no expense,
Ve took our own prowisions thence,
And that you'll own pourtray'd our sense,
Aboard a Gravesend Steamer.
But scarcely had we reach'd Blackwall,
When there came on a precious squall,
And that obliged us one and all
To crowd into a cabin small:
To find a seat in vain I search'd,
A score were on the table perch'd,
Who soon were floor'd-'cause we were lurch'd
I didn't longer there remain,
The heat was worse than all the rain,
So quickly got on deck again
Aboard a Gravesend Steamer.
I wonder'd, but I couldn't tell
Wot did the wessel so propel ;
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