So, looking down a kind of well,
Right thro' among the coals I fell ;
Was laugh'd and jeer'd at by the crew,
My clothes were wringing wet all through,
I was in sich a horrid stew,

Aboard, &c.

Now, Woolwich scarcely out of sight,
The vind and vaves upset me quite ;
I didn't feel exactly right

Aboard a Gravesend Steamer.
For sich a lot of eggs and ham
At breakfast I contriv'd to cram,
With rum and brandy each a dram;
My head-oh, crickey! how it swam:
I needed no emetic pill,

It baffled all the doctor's skill,
For, oh! I was so shocking ill,

I wasn't quite myself, it's clear,
Until we got to Gravesend pier,
But more disasters met here,

Aboard, &o.

Aboard & Gravesend Steamer.
For crowding thro' to leave the boat,
I lost my hat and half my coat;
My wife, who did upon me doat,
Fell overboard--but didn't float;
The watermen soon hover'd round,
And Mrs. Bagain they found,
But grieve to say--she wasn't drown'd,
Aboard, &e

That Mrs. B might go on shore,
The Captain lent her, from the store,
A sailor's dress-and that she wore

To leave the Gravesend Steamer.
The town was full of wulgar boys,
And all that sober men annoys,
Next Windmill-hill our steps employs,
For that's the spot wot I enjoys.

With Mrs. B I did condǝlə;
Says I, our dishes all seem whole,
But I found our wittles all were stole

As we no place could find to let,
Off by the coach that night we set,
We were determin'd not to get

Aboard, &c.

Aboard a Gravesend Steamer.
But, mark our sorrow and dismay,
When we arrived in town next day,
Our lodgers they had run away,
And left three quarters' rent to pay!
And then, to crown what we endur'd,
Our plate some rascals had secur'd!
But to mishaps we were inur'd

On board of a, &c.

OLD ENGLAND SHALL WEATHER THE STORM.

OLD Engiand, thy stamina never has yielded,
To the ills that have menac'd abroad and at home,
And while all your energies nobly are wielded,
Triumphant you still shall support freedom's dome.

Distress for a moment may dim your bright glory,
But the clouds shall pass over-no cares shall de

form;

Thy councils and people shall tell the proud story, Old England for ever shall weather the storm.

Thy force, single-handed, has long been victorious, The friend of the suffering-the pride of the brave · Thy struggles, privations, have ever been glorious, The birth-place of liberty, home of the slave.

Yes, yes, there's a spirit within thee proclaiming,
No blast of misfortune thy strength can disarm;
Like thine own native oak, the rude tempest disdain-
ing,

Old England for ever shall weather the storm.

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THE TROUBADOUR FROM DISTANT LAND.

FROM distant climes, a Troubadour,
I make in every court my stay ;
'Neath rustic porch and silken dome
I tune my merry minstrel lay;
But most where love delights to dwell,
'Mid knights who sigh for lady's hand,
They welcome with soft music's spell
The Troubadour from distant land.
Where nectar brims the rosy bowl,
My soul in festive glee can join,
And mellow ev'ry sparkling draught,
Like sunshine on the sparkling vine;
But most where love entwines my brow
With garlands wrought by lady's hand;
Neath moonlit bowers you're sure to find
The Troubadour from distant land.

OH! firm as oak, and free from care,
The sailor holds his heart at sea,
If she he loves his cabin share,
And Cupid page to Neptune be;
Come night's deep noon,

And ne'er a moon,

Nor star aloft a watch to keep,
The tar can be gay

As landsmen in day,

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 & 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.

Rub a dub dub, &c.

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.