Whose proud stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming. O! say, And the rockets red glare, does the star spangled banner still wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o'er yon tow'ring steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ; Of the morning's first beam, Now shines in the stream; 'Tis the star spangled banner, O! long may it wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore, That the havoc of war, and the battle's confusion, A home and a country shall leave us no more, Their blood has wash'd out their foul foot-steps pollution. No refuge can save, The hireling and slave, From the terror of flight, Or the gloom of the grave, And the star spangled banner, in triumph shall wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand, Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation, Bless'd with victory and peace, may the heaven rescu'd land, Praise the power that hath made and preserv'd us ́ a nation. Then conquer we must, And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. SAM SPLICE'EM. SAM Splice'em, d'ye mind, is one of those boys, For Sam had a sweetheart, and meant to be wed, Sam sigh'd, but his courage pluck'd up like a man: "Let her go if she will, 'tis but folly to sorrow, If a storm comes to-day, why a calm comes tomorrow.' Sam sail'd to the Indies, and safely came back, A press-gang prevented his reaching the land; And his chest of rupees he never saw more, For the rogues knew the cargo of what they'd in hand; Yet it cost honest Sam little more than a sigh, For says he, all this here will rub out when its dry.' Sam once more return'd with his pockets well lin❜d, Yet his cloth was too shabby for wearing, So determin'd no more it should shake in the wind, And a bum-boat then purchas'd his gearing. Thus when Sam was new rigg'd, his trowsers despis'd, He threw into the sea, when a thought struck his nob. And sure no poor soul was e'er so surpriz❜d, When he found all his cash had been left in his fub; Some folks would have cry'd, but our Sam had more sense;" For says he, 'twill be all one a hundred years hence." Sam was going again for fresh rhino to work, Then Sam having gold did'nt long want a wife, true; With his grog and his girl he floats easy through life, · And laughs at the troubles he formerly knew '; For says Sam, on this maxim you safe may depend; When things come to the worst, why they're sartin to mend.' THOUGH LOVE IS WARM AWHILE. BY SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD. THOUGH love is warm awhile, soon it grows cold, But could thy bosom prove faithful, my fair; ROBIN ADAIR. WHAT'S this dull town to me? What made th' assembly shine? What made the ball so fine? Robin was there. What, when the play was o'er, But now thou'rt cold to me, But now thou'rt cold to me, Yet him I lov'd so well BARNEY LEAVE THE GIRLS ALONE. JUDY leads me such a life! (repeat) For, if I sing the funny song Mr Barney leave the girls alone! (repeat) Put the muffins down to roast, (repeat) My Barney leave the girls alone! (repeat) (Spoken.)--Barney, rock that cradle, or I'll brake your pate with the ladle; yes, you dog, if you don't' Find your P's and Q's, I'll comb your head with a H |