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've sail'd with valiant Howe, I've sail'd with no
ble Jarvis, 'And in gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out yo
Yet more shall ye be knowing,
I was Cockswain to Boscawen, And even with brave Hawke, I've nobly fac'd the
Then put round the grog,
So we've that and our prog, We'll laugh in care's face and sing, yo heave ho. When from my love to part I first weighed anchor, And she was snivelling seen on the beach below, I'd like to cotch'd my eyes snivelling too, d’ye see
to thank her, But I brought my sorrows up with a yo heave ho;
For sailors, though they have their jokes,
They love and feel like other folks, Their duty to neglect must not come for to go;
So Í seiz'd the capstan bar,
Like a true honest tar, And in spite of tears and sighs sung yo heave ho. But the worst on’t was that time, when the little
ones were sickly, And if they'd live or die the doctors did not know, The word was gov'd to weigh so sudden and so
quickly, I thought my heart would break as I sung yo heave
For Poll's so like her mother ;
And as for Jack, her brother, The boy, when he grows up will nobly fight the foe;
But in Providence I trust,
What must be, must, So my sighs I gave the winds, and sung out yo
And now at last, laid up in a decentish condition,
mission, Nor again the aachor weigh with a yo heave ho. So I smoke my pipe and
songs, For my boy shall revenge my wrongs, And mv girl shall breed young sailors nobly for to
face the foe.
Then to country and king,
Fate no danger can bring, While the tars of old England sing out yo heave ho.
I'D BLUSH-BUT I COULD NOT REFUSE
Entreats a lover to choose him,
What reason I'd have to refuse him..
Instead of consid'ring his suit as amiss,
With smiles I would kindly amuse him ; And, should the dear creature solicit a kiss,
I'd blush, but I could not refuse him.
When, talking of marriage, he utters a vow,
With caution I then could peruse him ; But, if he were corstant, I cannot see how
I could have the heart to refuse him.
Why should any lass to comply be afraid,
And run such a hazard to lose him.
Who makes it her boast to refuse him.
BLACK EY'D SUSAN.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The streamers waving to the wind;
Oh! where shall I my true love find?
Rock'd by the billows to and fro;
He sighi’d, and cast his eyes below. The cord glides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Siruts close in his pinions to his breast,
And drops at once into her nest;
Oh ! Susan, Susan, lovely dear!
My vows shall ever true remain ;
We only part to meet again.
Let not iny pretty Susan mourn
William shall to his dear return.
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly :
Believe not what the landsmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind,
In every port a mistress find :
If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thine eyes are seen in diamonds bright:
Thy skin in ivory so white:
The sails their swelling bosom spread;
They kiss'd; she sigh'd; he liung his head. Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land, Adieu ! she cried, and wav d her lily hand.
BY WALTER SCOTT. O YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide border his steed was the best, And save his good broad sword he weapons had
none, He rode all unarm'd and he rode all alone ; So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar,
He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam
the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love,
and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he enter'd the Netherby hall, And bridesmen, and kismen, and brothers and all ; Then spoke the bride's father his hand on his sword, For the poor craven bridegroom, spoke never a
word; “() come ye in peace here or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young lord Lochinvar. "I lung woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied, Love swells like Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now am I come with this lost love of mine, To tread but one ineasure, drink one cup of wine; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Loch
in var." The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, le quaff'd off the wine and he threw down the
cup, She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye ; He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, Now tread we a measure, said young Lochinvar. So stately his form and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did
fume, · And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and