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BRITANNIA's name from age to age
Has like her cliffs stood fast, And promises in history's page,
In honour long to last,
Her soldiers of that soil,
To give it value, toil.
Our glory to ensure ;.
That glory well secure:
Who of mankind the friend,
All, all shall sing, &c.
NANCY OF BRISTOL. FAREWELL my dearest Nancy,
Since I to the seas must go, If the wind should blow hard my boys,
As God will have it so, The fishes in the ocean,
Shall'my companions be, Since so being is a pleasure,
None has my heart but thee. Our goodly ship lay beating,
All on the English shore, We hoisted up our top-sails.
As we had done before.
We weigh'd our anchor briskly boys,
Then we set sail for sea,
Sweet girl I thought on thee.
All on the English shore,
And staid a month or more ;
All things ran cross with me,
Sweet girl I thought on thee, So fare you well, Cork harbour,
For Gibraltar sail'd we, From thence unto New York,
From thence to Virginia,
And pretty girls I see,
There's none I love but thee.
'Tis you I leave behind, And steer my course to Bristol,
Some comfort for to find.
While she sat on my knee,
None has my heart but she.
I CANNOT MARRY KROUT.
Excuse, Sir, my confusion,
Your wish I've thought about, And I've come to this conclusion,
That I cannot marry Krout.
He does nothing, Sir, but scold one,
He's old, and ugly too ;
But indeed, Sir, I've found out,
That I cannot marry Krout.
What alone should me deter,
I should very much prefer :
So merry, young, and true ;
Excuse my agitation, &c.
BRITANNIA, musing oe'r the deed
By her brave sons achieved,
And death stalks forth unheeded :
And view'd the foaming ocean, Whose surges high began to beat
In furious commotion ! When lo! a Triton from afar, Came floating in a wat’ry car,
Haste!' he cried, “ Britannia rise, Succour bring, or Nelson dies!' Rous'd at the name of her fav’rite, she flew To the scene where the hero expos’d to her view,
Frantic with grief, her locks she tore,
And thro’ the fleet engaging, The direful tale to all she bore,
Amidst the battle raging : • Revenge, revenge !' aloud she cried,
“To stimulate your fury,
'Tis Nelson's blood conjures ye ;
Of an hero so great.' She ceas'd: and now great Nelson's name
From ship to ship resounded,
Astonish'd and confounded,
In British hearts excited-
His death must be requited !
See, they strike! vengeance sweep,
Rushing down th' unfathom’d deep, Sinks the confed’rates of proud France and Spain, While the genius of Albion exulting claim
Victory! Victory !
He's gone and I shall never see
manly form again,
From tears I can't refrain ;
The time seems long tho''twas this morn,
He left me here alone,
Left me to sigh and moan.
To love no one but me,
He fairer maids will see ;
He ever true would prove,
He ne'er would cease to love.
Some comfort to my heart;
Should ne'er us lovers part ;
And wed without delay ;
'Twill be a happy day.
LIFE LET US CHERISH.
Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows,
Life let us cherish, &c.
Life let us cherish. &c.