BRITANNIA'S NAME. BRITANNIA'S name from age to age Her soldiers of that soil, On which the industrious peasantry, To give it value, toil. All, all shall hail Britannia's name, As glory hands it down to fame. Then sing our tars who boldly roam, And sing our soldiers who at home And sing our peasants, at a word, Would turn each ploughshare to a sword, Their country to defend. All, all shall sing, &c. NANCY OF BRISTOL. FAREWELL my dearest Nancy, If the wind should blow hard my boys, The fishes in the ocean, Our goodly ship lay beating, We weigh'd our anchor briskly boys, Our goodly ship she ran aground, And staid a month or more ; So fare you well, Cork harbour, Where there were fine towns and places, And pretty girls I see, But of all the women in the world, So fare you well, Virginia, "Tis you I leave behind, While she sat on my knee, 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, And as jealous as the old one,- But indeed, Sir, I've found out, That I cannot marry Krout. Besides, sir, I've discover'd I should very much prefer: BRITANNIA'S REVENGE. BRITANNIA, musing oe'r the deed When lo! a Triton from afar, · '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, Alas! was no more! Frantic with grief, her locks she tore, See yonder deck, how richly dy'd! Hurl destruction on the foe! Let not his fall without something so great Of an hero so great.' She ceas'd and now great Nelson's name While France and Spain, enwrapp'd in flame, Feebly oppose the vengeful ire, In vain to glory they aspire, His death must be requited! Though greater numbers fill their fleet, 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. HE'S gone and I shall never see And peace has now forsaken me, The time seems long tho' 'twas this morn, He swore he'd ne'er forget, and then Can he forget how oft he's swore He may when in the cities, for He said that to his mountain rose, He whisper'd when we last embraced, LIFE LET US CHERISH. LIFE let us cherish while yet the taper glows, Which blossoms in our way? Life let us cherish, &c. When clouds obscure the atmosphere, And smiles adown the west. Life let us cherish. &c. |