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It fell on the lid,
And soon was hid,
And the willow weeps,
And the moon-beam sleeps,
A JOLLY comrade in the port, a fearless mate at sea; When I forget thee, to my hand false may the cutlass
be! And may my gallant battle-flag be stricken down in
shame, If, when the social can goes round, I fail to pledge thy
name! Up, up, my lads! his memory? we'll give it with a
cheerNed Bolton, the commander of the Black Snake pri
Poor Ned! he had a heart of steel, with neither flaw
nor speck: Firm as a rock, in strife or storm, he stood the quarter
deck; He was, I trow, a welcome man to many an Indian
dame, And Spanish planters crossed themselves at whisper of
his name; But now, Jamaica girls may weep-rich Dons securely
smile His bark will take no prize again, nor e'er touch Indian 'S blood! 'twas a sorry fate he met on his own mother
The foe far off, the storm asleep, and yet to find a
grave! With store of the Peruvian gold, and spirit of the cane, No need would he have had to cruise in tropic climes
again; But some are born to sink at sea, and some to hang on
shore, And Fortune cried, God speed! at last, and welcomed
Ned no more. "Twas off the coast of Mexico-the tale is bitter brief, The Black Snake, under press of sail, stuck fasť upon
à reefUpon a cutting coral-reef, scarce a good league from
land, But hundreds, both of horse and foot, were ranged up
on the strand; His boats were lost before Cape Horn, and, with an
old canoe, Even had he numbered ten for one, what could Ned
Six days and nights the vessel lay upon the coral-reef, Nor favoring gale, nor friendly flag brought prospect of
relief; For a land breeze, the wild one prayed, who never
prayed before, And when it came not at his call, he bit his lip and
swore, The Spaniards shouted from the beach, but did not
venture near, Too well they knew the mettle of the daring privateer!
A calm! a calm! hopeless calm! the red sun burning
high, Glared blisteringly and wearily in a transparent sky;
The grog went round the gasping crew: and loudly rose The only pastime at an hour when rest seemed far too
long, So boisterously they took their rouse upon the crowded
deckThey looked like men who had escaped, not feared, a
Up sprung the breeze the seventh day-away! away! Drifted the bark, with riven planks, over the waters
free; Their battle-flag these rovers bold then hoisted topmast
high, And to the swarthy foe sent back a fierce defying cry. “ One last broadside!" Ned Bolton cried-deep boom
ed the cannon's roar, And echo's hollow growl returned an answer from the
The thundering gun, the broken song, the mad tumul
tuous cheer, Ceased not, so long as ocean spared the shattered pri
vateer, I saw her-I-she shot by me like lightning, in the
gale, We strove to save, we tacked, and fast we slackened
all our sailI knew the wave of Ned's right hand-farewell! you
strive in vain! And he, nor one of his ship’s crew, e’er entered port
LAMENT FOR LONG TOM.- BY BRAIN ARD.
Thy cruise is over now
Thou art anchored by the shore,
Hearthe storm around the roar;
Now around thee sports the whale
As they pass.
Shall bend beneath the tide,
Where thy manly limbs abide;
Though the edges of thy grave
At the calling of all hands,
When the judgment signals spread-
And the seas give up their dead,
When the sinner is betrayed,
SEE THEM ON THEIR WINDING WAY.
I SEE them on their winding way,
I see them, &c.
way, The trampling hoofs brook no delay; With thrilling fife, and pealing drum, And clashing horn—they come, they come.
HOW STANDS THE GLASS.
How stands the glass around?