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Too much care will turn a young man grey,
LET ROSY GARLANDS.
My jolly temples wreath ;
odours breathe ;
Brandishing on high,
And fill me with thy joy.
And Venus ever fair ;
With thy golden hair ;
Come, my banquet join,
In ecstacy divine !
POOR JOE THE MARINE.
No lad in the corps dress'd so smart;
His manliness won every heart,
And surely there never was seen
As Polly and Joe the Marine.
Ere Hymen's bright torch at their nuptials could
blaze, Loud thundering guns they heard rattle ; And Joe in an instant was forced to the seas,
To give a bold enemy battle. The action was dreadful-each ship a mere wreck!
Such slaughter few sailors have seen; Two hundred brave fellows lay strew'd o'er the deck,
And among them poor Joe the Marine. But victory, faithful to brave British tars,
At length put an end to the fight ;
And soon had fam’d Portsmouth in sight.
And foremost sweet Polly was seen ;
Bore the corpse of poor Joe the Marine. The shock was severe ; swift as lightning's fork’d
dart ; Her poor head with wild frenzy fird ; She flew to the beach, softly cried, “My poor heart !'
Clasp'd his hands, kiss'd his lips, and expired. Their bodies were laid 'neath a wide-spreading yew,
And on a smooth stone may be seen, “ One tear-drop let fall, all ye lovers so true,
“On Polly and Joe the Marine !"
BY THE GAILY CIRCLING GLASS.
By the silence of the owl,
By the chirping on the thorn,
We foretell th' approach of morn,
Let no precious moments slip ;
Joys find entrance at the lip.
THE QUEER LITTLE MAN.
Went home on a dingy night ;
And he walk'd like a crab, left and right.
He shook and he shivered,
His teeth chattered, and lips quivered, And with fear as well as fuddling he stagger'd to and
fro, This queer little man, who'd a great way to go.
This queer little man then fell on his knees,
With fright you'll suppose half dead :
And had two saucer eyes in its head.
He shook and he shivered,
His teeth chattered, and lips quivered, When he cried, 0, good hobgoblin, I pray you mercy
show To a queer little man, who's a great way to go. The queer little man he fell flat as a flail,
A great explosion heard he ; And jumped up in a crack, for a cracker at his tail
Set him capering just like a parched pea,
From around the goblin's head burst some long streams
of fire, And the cracker once spent left him sprawling in the
you must know,
THE BROKEN HEART.
I escape from thy wiles,
And even thy smiles ;
That blessed me before,
Can prize it no more.
Thy pity more vain,
Deceived me before,
THE RED RED ROSE.
That's newly sprung in June;
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
Till a'the seas gang dry.
And the rocks melt wi' the sun ;
While the sands o’life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
HEAVING OF THE LEAD. For England when with fav’ring gale,
Our gallant ship up channel steerd, And, scudding under easy sail,
The high blue western land appear'd ; To heave the lead the seaman sprung, And to the pilot cheerly, sung,
“By the deep-nine !" And bearing up to gain the port,
Some well-known object kept in view ; An abbey-tow'r, an harbour-fort,
Or beacon to the vessel true ; While oft the lead the seaman flung, And to the pilot cheerly sung,
“By the mark-seven !" And as the much-lov'd shore we near,
With transport we behold the roof Where dwelt a friend or partner dear,
Of faith and love a matchless proof. The lead once more the seaman flung, And to the watchful pilot sung,