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SONG S,
NA VAL
AND
MILITARY.
But when our Country's Caufe provokes to Arms,
How martial Mufic every Bofom warms.
POPE..
NEW-YORK:
PRINTED BY JAMES RIVINGTON.
M, DCC,LXXIX.

29 и ог
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Bus saillut noned to stust
To Beglary
PREFACE.
T
HE following collection of fongs, idle and
trifling
will, it is hoped, have a further uſe than mere
amufement.nilgis
as they may feem at firft view,
The fongs are principally Naval and Military,
join'd to a few others that have a tendency to ex-
cite that love of our King, of our country, and
of Liberty, which, in the breafts of Engliſhmen,
are one and the fame thing; and which, of all
the paffions, affords the nobleft ftock, upon
which to graft the Military Virtues. It were to
be wished that there was greater choice; how-
ever, the man whofe bofom is open to the glow
of patriotifm and of glory, will hear few of them
without fome worthy feelings.-What is wanting
in fentiment and poetry, may be often fupplied
by the energy and mafculine tones of the mufic;
and when both combine, the foul is raifed to a
grateful pitch of gallant enthufiafm, the emo-
tions of which make lafting impreffions, and
give the foldier a tafte for thofe hardships and dan-
gers, which he would otherways undergo with
reluctance, as mere points of duty.
The British troops have for fome years, had to
do with an enemy that has never as yet beheld
with fteady countenance, the glare of a rank of
bayonets; and the navy, fkulking pirates alone
to contend with, full of trick, but without bot.
tom.-Men who, altho' of English defcent, are
thus

[ii]
thus debafed by engaging in purfuits repugnant
to all fenfe of honour, juftice and humanity.
-There is now the profpect of a tougher talk
for both.
of
The eftablished armies and navies of
the great European powers, (compofed
foldiers and feamen, train'd to firm fervice, and
full of officers poffeffed of a high point of honour
and military ardour,) prefent a very different
field for their ambition, and call for a full ex-
ertion of all their ancient virtue. A field, in.
which fuperior valour and difcipline will not only
command that refpect which is ever their own,
but infure complete fuccefs; in which, the de-
cifion will depend more upon the arms than the
legs, and in which the moft ftrenuous grafp will
always reap a full harvest of glory. There the
firm foldier will not be balked of his object by
the illufive fhifts of a fhrinking enemy, nor
obliged to imitate practices defpifed, and indeed
heretofore unknown to the British troops, in or-
der to gain, at beft, a negative triumph; but
will have fair occafions, amidſt the ferious
but liberal contentions of civilized war, to dif-
play all the virtues of his profeffion, and contraft
the awful qualities that fway the fate of battle,
with that humanity which alone can gild his lau-
rels with true fplendor, and ftamp a facred feal
upon his merit.
To thofe who have any knowledge of the hu
man heart, a knowledge of all others the moft
effential to an officer, and who are aware of the
powers of mufic and poetry over the mind of man,
it is unneceffary to fay much in favour of this at-
tempt. With others of lighter minds, it may
poffibly incur ridicule and excite to laughter, but
until fuch gentlemen are pleafed, by giving the
reafons

[iii]
reafons of their merriment, to fhow whether their
cenfure is more owing to the accuteness of their
wit or the depth of their judgment, it is in
vain to contend with them. In the mean time
they will have an opportunity of amufing them
felves occafionally, with a fong that they might
not fo readily procure a copy of, and fo far they
will allow there is no harm done.
To readers of tafte and fentiment, it is need-
lefs to obferve, that many of thofe odes breathe
a pure fpirit of liberty, warlike ardor, and pa-
triotifm, adorned with much of the fire, ima-
gination, and melody of genuine poetry: Some
of a more tender nature, throw a mild and plea-
fing luftre upon the military profeffions and the
duties attending them; while others of a coarfer
caft, are peculiarly calculated to engage the
people and ftrengthen their attachment to their
King, country, and its conftitution, by combining
the interefts of their enjoyments and appetites, as
well as their rights, with the duties of good citi
zens: Of thoſe, many may appear not to deferve
a place, but the popular tafte has ftamped a va-.
lue upon them which ought not to be difputed-
Even the Britiſh Grenadiers, unworthy as the
words are of the fubject, will reach the heart
of every English foldier.
An officer of fervice, if poffeffed of a poetical
genius, might certainly, in compofitions of this
kind, inculcate the moft effential points of mili-
tary duty and honour, by adapting the words and
mufic to the various operations of war.
In a light infantry fong, for inftance, the 1ft
verfe to reprefent that corps turning out upon an
alarm, and forming in front of its wigwams-
the mufic irregular, bouncing, elevated. The
2d

[iv]
zd verfe, advancing upon the enemy into cover,
the mufic fprightly, animated, but regular.-In
fhort, a good quick-ftep tune. The 3d verfe,
firing, gaining ground, and operating to the flanks
-the mufic broken, confus'd, elevated. The 4th
verfe, a bloody purfuit---the mufic rapid, crowd-
ed, harfh. The 5th verfe, the action decided
and refiftance at an end, the foldiers yielding to
the impulfe of pity and humanity, fparing and
protecting the vanquish'd---the mufic in melting
tones of tender fympathy, unbending the high
wound fpirits to the fofter, but equally manly
feelings of generous compaffion.
In a Song for the heavy foot, the line to be
reprefented as moving on to battle, fteady, firm,
and flow. The mufic folemn, regular, décidé.
Then engaged in clofe action and charging.-
The mufic lofty, ftrenuous. Laftly, the enemy.
routed, the line leaving the purfuit to the light
troops, and employed in regaining its order,
preparatory to a fecond attack.-The mufic
more calm and regular, with fome fwells of
triumph.
The Highland March is fingularly fuited to
fuch a fubject. The firft part-the line
in march. The fecond part or chorus-engaged.
and the few laft notes refuming its order.
A Song for the Cavalry might repreſent that
body as availing itfelf of its advantages.-If.
againft horfe, the fquadrons advancing with
velocity to the charge, avoiding all ufe of fire
arms, and trufting entirely to the momentum of
their horfes and the points of their fwords, ral-
lying inftantly to their ftandards, after the
diforder neceffarily arifing from the fhock, and
carrying every thing before them by the joint
effect

[v]
effect of their cohefion and impetuofity.If
againft infantry, the fquadrons taking fhelter
from the effect of their fire, by plunging among
them, and, once in, remaining there to keep
them down-If in purfuit, the horfe abandon-
ing themſelves at all hazards without heſitation
upon the enemy, to retard their flight.
Many other general points of duty, and of
intereft might be interwoven among the imagery
in thefe Songs, as equally fuitable to all of
them; fuch as filence-obedience---to ftand by
the colours to adhere to their officers and to
their comrades-to keep up their fire, and rely
chiefly on their bayonets or fwords-the little
lofs that troops ever fuffer in action, compared
to the flaughter in flight-the triumph and ad-
vantages of victory, with the mifery attending
captivity, &c. &c.
gen-
The above hints may be of ufe to thofe
tlemen, who, although not bred to the profef-
fion of arms, may be difpofed to affift this defign
by their poetical exertions. To Soldiers it is
not meant to prefcribe rules-their ideas will
naturally keep the proper bounds, and their ge-
nius unconftrained make bolder efforts.
The Corps of Artillery well deferve to have a
Song apart, but it must come from them felves,
With regard to the Navy, it would require the
knowledge of a thorough bred Seaman, joined
to great powers of imagination, and a warm,
predilection in favour of his country and pro-
feflion, to enable a man to compofe any thing
worthy of the fubject.
At prefent when the warlike fpirit of the na-
tion is thoroughly roufed, this Book may be look-
ed into by others as well as military men, and
therefore

[vi]
therefore the occafion is proper for taking no-
tice of an unworthy and narrow prejudice, which
in England not only prevails among the lower
people, where alone it is excufable, but is alfo
received by an order of men, who both from
their rank in the community and general edu-
cation, ought to entertain more liberal and juft
opinions.
Many of the country gentlemen indulge in
an ungenerous jealoufy and diflike of the Bri-
tish Army that does little honour either to their
knowledge of the conftitution or of the hiftory
of their country. Thofe who truly underſtand
the nature of the government of England, its
fituation and commercial interefts, perceive the
unavoidable neceffity of ftanding forces, not
only to fupport the power of the nation by pro-
tecting its foreign eftablishments, and to com-
mand the forbearance and refpect of its neigh-
bours, by enabling it to act offencively againft.
thofe who may adventure to injure or infult it,
but alfo to fecure us from the fudden enterprizes,
of the immenfe armies kept ever on foot by the
enemies of England and of liberty, within twelve.
hours fail of our coaft. Brave as the people of
Britain are, time is neceffary to form and train
them to arms, and it requires a guarded and
cautious hand to introduce gradually the fub-
ordination neceffary to qualify the militia to act
in any degree in concert for the general pur-
pofes of fervice, and to cherish at the fame time.
that high and independant fpirit which renders.
Englishmen when undifciplined the worft, and.
when difciplined the very beft foldiers of the
world. For this purpofe too the inftructions
of the officers of the army and the example of
the

[vii]
the troops are both effentially neceffary; and
granting it practicable by this means to put the
militia in a few months in a condition to cope
with men who had paffed their lives in arms and
had been long inured to war, it would ftill re-
quire a proportion of thorough bred officers to
affift in conducting and fighting it, as well as a
train of regular artillery and a good cavalry,
which, with many other neceffary aids, can on-
ly be derived from a permanent military efta-
blishment. In fact, the militia and the army
are equally neceffary to the power and fecurity,
of the British Empire, and moft juftly has the
former been termed the fhield, the latter the
fword of England: But he who afferts that a
militia is alone fufficient or equal to all the oc-
cafions of war, muft either be uncapable of
counting, or prompted by fome bad defign.
A brave militia, conducted by officers who
knew the extent of its powers, and exacted no
more from it than was to be expected from its
difcipline and experience, might certainly in an
country fo fingularly ftrong as England is from.
its inclofures, render every hedge a bloody en-
trenchment to an invading enemy, with the co-
operation of a certain proportion of veteran foot
to feel the edge of the points of attack, fo as
to enable the nation to adopt. an offenfive mode
of defence, (the only one worthy of the fpirit of
Britons or of fuccefs,) and take the lead in every
fervice which required that coolness and pre-
cifion of manoeuvre in the face of an enemy,
that alone can enable troops to attack and re-
attack with confidence and effect, and which is
fcarce to be attained without long practice and
the habit of danger.
Perhaps

[viii]
Perhaps there has only been two periods fince
the reftoration in which the militia of England
could be deemed in any degree equal to the in-
ternal defence of the country---in the war of
56, after two years of great exertion and dili-
gence, and at prefent, when a twelvemonth has
been heartily employed by the united confent
of all men to prepare it at both times they
have been formed under the inftruction, and
ftimulated by the example of very gallant and
highly difciplined ftanding armies.
It has been a cuftom, to cite the brilliant mi-
litary fucceffes of the Edwards and the Henries
as proofs of the inutility of ftanding forces;
but before this plea is urged, it may not be im-
proper to recollect that France and Spain were
in thofe ages feverally divided within themfelves,
as well as unconnected with each other; and
their kings, with very little authority, fcarce
any revenue, and no army at all; whereas at
prefent theſe monarchs have entire command of
the properties and perfons of their fubjects, an
immenfe revenue, 500,000 regular troops at
their nod, and are clofely united, with the fame
objects in view.
With regard to the Navy, no doubt without
its fupport we could neither be powerful abroad,
nor fafe at home, and were fighting at fea alone
in queftion, it is equal to every thing; but it
cannot fail againft the wind, it cannot be every
where at the fame time, nor can it follow an in-
vading enemy on fhore.
Without the advantage of a fuperior marine,
as well as of a willing conftitutional militia, an
army of 200,000 men, with a number of ftrong
fortreffes, would fcarce be fufficient to fecure
Great-

[ix]
Great-Britain against the Houfe of Bourbon. As
it is, 30 or 40,000 made foldiers, under officers
who know how to employ them with economy,
and draw from the militia the aids it may be ca-
pable of, will, whilft our navy is in condition
to difpute the dominion of the fea, prove a full
match for any force that an enemy may in an un-
guarded moment, or in confequence of a favour-
ing wind, or of a fuccefsful fea action find means
to land. But the man who from his enthufiafm
for liberty, fhould defire to fee this very fmall
comparative proportion of ftanding forces further
reduced, muft have difcovered with the rebel Con-
grefs, that the French king is the beft protector
of our rights and conftitution, and therefore with
to give him an opportunity of reforming the errors
of our government, by introducing amongst us 60
or 80,000 of thofe legiflators, ufually employed
by his predeceffors to eftablifh peace, liberty and
happiness among their neighbours.
Gentlemen of this caft muft indeed be little
read in hiftory not to have in mind, that to the
virtue of a ftanding army we owe a reſtoration and
a revolution without bloodfhed, wafte or confufi-
on; and the reduction of two rebellions, fub-
verfive of all liberty and property, at times when
the nation feemed refigned to its fate, or over-
whelmed with defpondency-and alfo that to the
virtue of the army it has been often owing that
the promoters of fedition have been prevented
from endangering real liberty by deſtroying all
order and government.
All circumftances weighed, it cannot but ap-
pear to thoſe who are fuperior to prejudice, and
capable of taking a comprehenfive and liberal
view, that, in the prefent ftate of the world, a
ftanding

[ x ]
ftanding army is effential to the fecurity of the
British empire against foreign attacks-confe-
quently to the exiftence of the rights and proper-
ty of the inhabitants; and that it is of equal im-
portance to the great objects of liberty, that this
army fhould not be mercenary, but have an in-
tereft in the conftitution of its country. Certain
reftraints are no doubt neceffary to command the
obedience and fubordination of the military to
the civil power, and to crush in the bud all attempts
that might be made by unprincipled men to turn
against the people thofe arms which it is only ho-
nourable to bear in their defence.
But thofe who endeavour to undervalue the
military character, or to make unneceffary en-
croachments upon its profeffional rights, or by
inferior ufage and invidious diftinctions try to
eftrange the troops from all attachment to their
country and intereft in the conftitution, can on-
ly ftand acquitted of treafon against the freedom
of their fellow-fubjects, at the expence of their
intellects.
Whilft the army is held in that eftimation
which its actions heretofore well claim, and which
is the beft fecurity for its behaviour in future, it
will continue to be full of officers, who from their
education, property and rank in the kingdom,
muft have an intereft in the well-being of the na-
tion, fuperior to all views of military command
or emolument; feconded by foldiers, whofe na-
tural attachment to their country will be con-
firmed by the fhare they are allowed in its credit
and happineſs.
But fhould the profeffion of arms ever be held
in difrefpect, and thofe that follow it unneceffarily
deprived of the common rights of citizens, or ex-
pofed

[xi]
pofed to infult and oppreffion, then indeed the
army may become mercenary, as no man of ho-
nour or property will remain in it, and thofe who
do, will naturally favour every change, having
nothing to lofe and every thing to gain.
As the writer of thefe lines may poffibly be
gueffed at, and thofe who are difpofed to judge!
with feverity, may among many other faults, cen-
fure the expreffions as too ftrong or hazarded, and
the language as not fufficiently chafte or indeed
correct, he begs leave to be allowed in extenuation
of his offences to obferve, that licences which
might be extremely improper in a Sermon, may
perhaps admit of excufe in a preamble to a
Book of Songs. In other refpects, if he fhould
fucceed in drawing the attention of officers to an
object that appears to him ufeful, he is little
folicitous about the appearance he himself may
make upon this occafion, and with much indif-
ference gives up his literary character to the
wrath of whatever enraged critic may chooſe to
exercife his gall upon it; recommending it to
the gentlemen of that family, when they fhall
find their bile overheated by fo doing, to quit
the Preface and apply to the Songs, which will
probably excite fome unufual feelings of candor
and good humour, that, however ill they may
fuit the temper of a Critic's mind, will certainly
contribute to the health of his body.


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NAVAL AND MILITARY.
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RULE BRITANNIA.
7HEN Britain firft at Heaven's command,
Arofe from out the azure main,
WHE
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels fung the ftrain,
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never will be flaves.
II.
The Nations (not fo bleft as thee)
Muft in their turns to Tyrants falls
While thou fhalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
III.
Still more majeftic fhalt thou rife,
More dreadful from each foreign ftrokes
As the loud blaft that tears the ſkies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
IV.
Thee, haughty Tyrants ne'er fhall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouze thy gen'rous flame,
But work their woe, and thy renown.
B
To

SONGS,
V.
To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities fhall with commerce fhine;
All thine fhall be the fubject Main,
And ev'ry fhore it circles thine.
VI.
The Mufes ftill with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coafts repair;VA
Bleft Ifle! with matchlefs beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the Fair.
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never fhall be flaves.
GOD SAVE THE KING,
baamimoo a novas ta
istina Var
GOD fave great GEORGE Our King,
Long live our noble King,
God fave the King.
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us, on) and
God fave the King.
II. o sd padolid V
O Lord our God arife,
Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Fruftrate their knavifh tricks,
On him our hopes we fix;
God fave us all.
M
A
III.Tvgund sod
Thy choiceft gifts in ftore,
ITA
On GEORGE be pleafed to pour,nd ev
Long may he reign;
May

NAVAL AND MILITARY.
3
May he defend onr Laws,
And ever give us caufe
i avab stod n
With heart and voice to fing #obist yo
God fave the King.
Sit asazi A
od for oils O
I.
7HEN mighty Roaft Beef was the English-
man's food,
W
It enobled our veins, and enriched our blood;
Our foldiers were brave, and our courtiers were
O the roast beef of Old England!
And Old English roaft beef.
II.
[good.
[France
But fince we have learnt from all conqu❜ring
To eat their ragouts as well as to dance,
We're fed up with nothing-but vain complai-
O the roaft beef, &c.
III.
[fance;
Our fathers of old, were robuft, ftout and ftrong,
And kept open houfe with good cheer all day long
Which made their plump tenants rejoice in this
O the roafl beef, &c.
[fong:
IV.
But now we are dwindled to--what fhall I name?
A fneaking poor race, half begotten--and tame,.
Who fully thofe honours that once fhone in fame;
O the roaft beef, &c.
V.
W
When good Queen Elizabeth fat on the throne,
Ere coffee, or tea, or fuch flip-flops were known,
The world was in terror, if e'er the dil frawa:
"O the roaft beef, &c,
По отоЯзЛ
ors L'vorg En A

AS ON G S,AM
VI.
In thoſe days, if fleets did prefume on the main,
They feldom or never return'd back again;
As witnefs the vaunting. Armada of Spain.
O the roast beef, &c.
VIL
Oh! then they had ftomachs to eat and to fight,
And, when wrongs were a cooking, to do them-
felves right;
[night.
But now we're a pack of-I could-but good
O the roast beef of Old England!
And Old English roast beef.
I.
SAY, lovely peace, that grac'd our Ifle,
Why you withdraw th' indulgent fmile?
Is it, you fly the fons of fame,
That they the pride of France may tame?
For Mars is rouz'd by war's alarms,
And calls the Britons forth to arms.
II.
Our chief's, renown'd upon the main,
Once more fhine forth in arms again,
Whofe fteady courage dares oppoſe
And ftem the pow'r of Gallic foes.
For Mars, &c,
III.
What ftate but does its fate deplo re,
Where e'er the Britiſh thunders roar?
All, all muft in fubjection bow;
And to Britannia's fons 'tis due.
For Mars, &c.
IV.
As Rome of old her terrors hurl'd,
And prov'd the miftrefs of the world,.
The

NAVAL AND MILITARY.
5
The globe itſelf muft fubject be
To Albion's fons, who rule the fea;
For Mars, &c.
V.
Arife. arife, to war's great call;
Prepare to meet th' audacious Gaul;
And, in return for all your toils,
Return with victory and fpoils:
For Mars is rouz'd by war's alarms,
And calls the Britons forth to arms.
I.
BRITANNIA, Queen of Ocean rife,
Perfidious Gallia's threats defpife,
Send forth the fleet ;-each hoftile fhore,
Shall tremble when thy cannons roar.
II.
Thy fword the hand of juftice draws,
And Heaven approves thy righteous caufe ;
Nor forts nor forces ftop thy way,
So Minden fo Quebec can fay.
III.
Not more affrighted flies the deer,
When he perceives the hunter near,
Toan Gallia's fleets when they defcry, Ba
The British enfign, waving high.
IV.
Then ftrike again fome deadly blow,
And urge thy vengeance on thy foe;
Till vanquish'd tyranny fubmit,
To what is juft and what is fit.
V.
Nor may kind Heav'n the time prolong,
E'er thou fhalt verify my fong;
Shalt
A
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SONG SAM
MASO
Shalt bid the horrid havock ceafe,
And give the nations lafting peace.
VI.
Return fweet peace return once more,
With commerce fpread the ocean o'er;
Ah! foon return and fpread the fail,
And riches bring with every gale.
XXXX
I.
ROM thofe eternal regions bright,
Where Suns that never fet in night,
Diffufe the golden day;
Where fpring, unfading, pours around,
O'er all the dew impearled ground,
Her thoufand colours gay,
Her thoufand colours gay.
II.
The Meffenger of Heaven's high King,
I come, and happy tidings bring,
To cheer this drooping Ifle;
Behold! her cruel foes are fled,
Behold! fair freedom lifts the head,
And all her children fmile,
And all her children fmile.
III.
The dawn that now unveils her ſkies,
Sees England's future glory rife,
A better age is born;
Then let each voice of fprightly ftrain
Around, from warbling hill and plain,
Hail this triumphant morn,
Hail this triumphant morn..
RUS-

NAVAL AND MILITARY. 7
RUSSEL'S TRIUMPH.
avo Imo od T
Isup Iorio Ins diest wo
THurfday in the morn, the nineteenth of May,
Recorded be forever the famous ninety-two,
Brave Ruffel did difcern by break of day,
The lofty fails of France, advancing too;
All hands aloft they cry, yon 993
Let English courage fhine, gneb on O
Let fly a culverine, o yo vodi nisv al
The fignal of the line, basadqaya odT
Let every man fupply his gun,ovTO T
Follow me,
shove non T
You fhall fees van via morI
That the battle it will foon be won.
how to bo II gim od onon
Tourville on the main, triumphant roll'd,
To meet the gallant Ruffel, in combat o'er the
He led his noble troop of heroes bold, [deep
To fink the English Admiral and his fleet;
Now every gallant mind,
To victory does afpire,
The bloody fight's begun, ITIяH
The fea is all on fire,
And mighty fate ftood looking on,
Whilft the flood, A
All with blood,
MO
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Fill the fcuppers of the Rifing Sun.
III.
Sulphur, fmoke, and fire, difturbing the air,
With thunder and wonder affright the Gallic
fhore,
Their regulated bands ftood trembling near,
To fee their lofty ftreamers now no more,
At fix o'clock the red
The fmiling victors led,
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See they fly amaz'd o'er rocks and fands,
One danger they grafp to fhun a greater fate,
In vain they cry for aid to weeping lands,
The nymphs and fea-gods mourn their loft eftate
Forever more adieu,
Thou ever-dazzling fun, wollo't
From thy untimely end,
fedt voY
Thy mafter's fate begun, T
Enough thou mighty God of war,
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BRITISH GRENADIERS
I.
OME talk of Alexander,
And fome of Hercules,
SON
Of Neftor and Lyfander,
And fome fuch fcrubs as thefe:
But all the world acknowledges,
SNL That courage true appears
In the tow, row, row, dara dow
Of the British Grenadiers.
fom on von II.
Not one of thefe Commanders
E're faw a cannon-ball,
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NAVAL AND MILITARY.
Nor knew the force of powder
To flay their foes withall.
But we, brave boys, do know it well,
And banish all our fears,
With the tow, row, &c.
III.
The Grecians hide was iron,
Except his Worship's heel,
And all thofe rufty Heroes
Were fafely cafed in fteel,
But we, brave boys, without it
Wou'd make fuch Heroes ftare.
Achilles him felf wou'd enter
A British Grenadier
IV.
For when we are commanded
To ftorm their pallifades,
Our leaders march with fufes,
And we with hand-grenades;
We tofs them from the glacis,
About our enemies ears.
With the tow, row, &c.
V.
Nor want we lads of metal
To throw the hand-grenades,
To overfet their breaft-works,
And ftorm their pallifades.
Behold the Sons of Thunder,
With their caps of fur appear.
With the tow, row, &c.
VI,
And when the feige is over,
We march into the Town,
The mob they cry huzza, boys,
The Grenadiers are come.
C
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The

10
SONGS,
The Ladies in their beft attire,
In filk and lace appear,
Contending who fhall firit be kifs'd
By a British Grenadier.
VII.
The God of War flood pleafed,
And great Bellona fmil'd,
To fee the British Herces
March o'er the warlike field;
And all the Gods celeftial,
Defcending from their fpheres,
Beheld with admiration
The British Grenadiers..
VIII.
No fabled God's protection
We afk, nor do we boaft..
Great George himfelf commands us,
'Tis he who rules the roaft.
Nor dread we e'er their tow, row, row,
To thunder in our ears;
Obedience bends the valour
Of the British Grenadiers.
IX.
Then be you Whig or Tory,
Or any luke-warm thing,
Give ear unto my ftory,
Be true to George your King;
For fhou'd you prove rebellious
He'll thunder in your ears,
With the tow, row, row, dara dow
Of all his Grenadiers.
X.
Then let us fill our bumpers,
And drink a health to thofe
Who carry caps and pouches,
And wear the looped cloaths.
LA
GA
May

NAVAL AND MILITARY.
II
May they and their Commanders
Live happy many years.
With the tow, row, row, dara dow,
Of the British Grenadiers.
BRITAIN'S REMEMBRANCER.
For the Years 1758 and 1759.
I.
OME liften a while and I'll tickle your ears,
COME
With a few little vict'ries, by which it ap-
pears
[years.
We have gain'd from the French in two little
Which no-body can deny, which no-body, &c.
II.
We have beat them, my boys; and I'll hold
you a pound,
We fhall beat them, my boys, upon fea or dry
ground,
We fhall beat them as long as the world goes
round.
Which no body, &.
III.
With Guadaloupe firft I embellish my ftrain;
Then a clufter of forts croud into my brain,
Crown-Point, Frontenac, Niagara, Duquefne.
Which no-body, &c.
IV.
Quebec we have taken, and taken Breton;
Tho' the coaft was fo fteep, that a man might
As the Frenchmen imagin'd, have taken the
as foon,
Which no-body, &c.
[moon.
Senegal

12
SONG S,
V.
M
Senegal we have taken, and taken Goree,
And thither we trade for our blacks, do you fee;
For who fhou'd buy flaves, but thofe that are
Which no-body, &c.
VI.
[free?
Then at Minden you know, we defeated our foes,
Tho' our horfe ftood aloof without coming to
blows,
And why no-body's hanged for it, nobody knows.
Which no-body, &c.
VII.
Bofcawen at Lagos, and Hawke in the bay,
Your vict'ries had I but room to diſplay,
I'm fure I fhould not have done finging to-day.
Which no-body, &c.
VIII.
Oh! what is become of the fleet out of Breft?
Some are burnt, fome are taken, and where are
the reft?
Why fome are fled eaft, and fome are fled weft.
Which no-body, &c.
IX.
Some ten fathom deep in the fea may be found,
And fome in the river Villaine are a-ground,
Where they lie very fafe, but not very found.
Which no-body, &c.
X.
Let France then all title to glory refign,
For thefe years fhall unmatch'd in our hiftories
ſhine,
The renown'd fifty-eight, and the great fifty-
nine.
Which no-body can deny.
Sung

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W
Sung in the Opera of Eliza.
WHEN all the Attic fire was fled,
And all the Roman virtue dead,
Poor freedom loft her feat.
Poor freedom loft her feat.
The Gothic mantle fpread the night,
That damp'd fair virtue's fading light.
The mufes loft their mate.
The mufes loft their mate.
Where fhould they wander,
Where fhould they wander.
What new fhore
Had yet a laurel left in ftore.
To this bleft ifle they fteer,
To this bleft ifle they fteer.
Soon the Parnaffan choir was heard,
Soon Virtue's facred form appear'd,
And freedom foon was here,
And freedom foon was here.
The lazy Monk has loft his cell,
Religion rings her hollow bell,
She calls thee now by me,
She calls thee now by me.
Hark, hark, hark, her voice all plaintive founds,
See, fee, fee, fhe receives a thoufand wounds.
If fhielded not by thee.
If fhielded not by thee.
CEAS
THE STORM.
EASE, rude Boreas, bluft'ring railer,
Lift ye landfmen all to me;
Mefs-mates, hear a brother failor
Sing the dangers of the fea.
From

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SONG S,
From bounding billows firft in motion;
When the diftant whirlwinds rife,
To the tempeft troubled Ocean,
Where the Seas contend with fkies.
II.
Hark the Boatfwain hoarfely bawling,
By top-fail fheets and haul-yards ftand,
Down top-gallants, down be hauling,-
Down your ftay-fails, hand, boys, hand!
Now it freshens, fet the braces,-
Now the top-fail fheets let go,
Luff, boys luff, don't make wry faces,-
Up your top-fails nimbly clew.
III.
Now all you on down beds fporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms;
Fresh enjoyments, wanton courting,
Safe from all but love's alarms.
Around us roars the tempeft louder,
Think what fears our minds enthrall;
Harder yet, it yet blows harder,
Now again the Boatswain's call.
IV.
The top-fail yards point to the wind boys,
See all clear to reef each courfe-
Let the fore-fheet go, don't mind boys,
Tho' the weather fhould be worfé.
Fore and aft the fpritfail yard get,
Reef the mizen, fee all clear,
Hands up, each preventer-brace fet,
Man the fore-yard, cheer lads, cheer.
V.
Now the dreadful thunder roaring,
Peal on peal contending clafh,
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,
In our eyes blue lightnings flafh.
One

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One wide water all around us,
All above us one black ſky;
Different deaths at once furround us,
Hark! what means that dreadful cry.
VI.
The foremaft's gone! crys every tongue out,.
O'er the lee, twelve feet above deck;
A leak beneath the cheft-tree's fprung out,
Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick, the lanyards cut to pieces;
Come my hearts be ftout and bold,
Plumb the well---the leak increaſes,
Four feet water's in the hold!
VII.
While o'er the fhip wild waves are beating
We for wives or children mourn;
Alafs! from hence there is no retreating,
Alafs to them there's no return.
Still the leak is gaining on us,
Both chain-pumps are choak'd below;
Heaven have mercy here upon us!
For only that can fave us now.
VIII.
O'er the lee beam is the land boys,
Let the the guns o'er board be thrown,
To the pump come every hand boys,
See our mizen-maft is
gone.
The leak we've found, it cannot pour faft,
We've lighten'd her a foot or more;
Up and rig a jury fore-maft,
She rights, the rights, boys we'er off fhore.
IX.
Now once more on joys we'ere thinking,
Since kind fortune fav'd our lives;
Come the cann, boys let's be drinking,
To our Sweet-hearts and our wives.
Fill

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SONGS, VAK
WILSON
Fill it up, about fhip wheel it,
Clofe to the lips a brimmer join;
Where's the tempeft, now who feels it,
None-all our danger's drown'd in wine.
IN
The NEW ALBION SONG.
I.
N ftrains harmonious found the lay,
That fings of Albion's noble race;
Whofe free-born minds will ne'er decay,
Nor time their glorious deeds deface.
Nor time, &c..
II.
In valour matchlefs, divinely brave,
We nobly conquer, humanely fave ;
No dangers, fear nor toils we fhun,
Honour infpires each Albion fon.
Honour infpires, &c.
III.
In chearful ranks our bands advance,
With heroic ardour dare the foe;
Tho' haughty Spain and fickle France,
With horror dreads the impending blow.
In valour, &c.
IV.
Our fleets triumphant ride the main,
With Albions mann'd, unknown to fear;
Whofe fame all nations fhall proclaim,
By conqueft gain'd each warring year.
In valour, &c.
V.
See liberty's propitious fmile,
And plenty's copious horn o'er flow,
To

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To blefs and guard our native ifle.
Where artiits flourish, fcience grow.
In valour, &c.
VI.
Illuftrious fons of Albion's line,
Who thus in legions firm unite,
Require the all recording nine
To fing your deeds and martial might.
In valour, &c.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
THE ORIGIN OF ENGLISH LIBERTY.
'I
ONCE the Gods of the Greeks at ambrofial
feaft,
Large bowls of rich nectar were quaffing,
Merry Momus among them was fat as a gueft;
Homer fays the Celestials lov'd laughing,
On each in the fynod the humourift droll'd,
So none could his jokes difapprove;
He fung, repartee'd, and fome fmart ftories told,
And at last thus began upon Jove:
II.
Sire Atlas who long has the univerfe bore,
Grows grieviously tir'd of late,
He fays that mankind are much worfe than be-
fore,
So he begs to be eas'd of their weight.
Jove knowing the earth on poor Atlas was hurl'd
From his fhoulders commanded the ball;
Gave his daughter Attraction command of the
world,
And the hung it up high in his hall.
D
Mifs

18.
YAA'S ONGS, VAX
III.
Mifs pleas'd with the prefent review'd the globe
round,
To fee what each climate was worth,
Like a diamond the whole with an atmosphere
bound,
And the variously planted the earth;
With filver,
With filver, gold, jewels, the India endow'd,
France and Spain the taught vineyards to rear,
What fuited each clime on each clime the be-
ftow'd,
And freedom-fhe found flourifh'd here.
IV.
Four cardinal virtues the left in this Ifle,
As guardians to cherith the root,
The bloffoms of liberty gayly 'gan t' fmile,
And Englifhmen fed on the fruit:
Thus fed and thus bred from a bounty fo rare,
O preferve it as free as 'twas giv'n,
We will while we've breath, nay, we'll grafp it
in death,
Then return it untainted to Heav'n.
EE, fee, the conqu'ring hero comes,
Sound the trumpet, beat the drums,
Sports prepare, the laurels bring,
Songs of triumph to him fing:
See the god-like youth advance,
Breathe the flutes and lead the dance.
Written by Dr. Smollet, in the TARS of OLD
ENGLAND.
.1
BEHOLD my brave Briton's the fair fpring-
ing gale,
Fill a bumper and tofs off your glaffes, A
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Bufs and part with your frolick fome laffes,
Then aboard and unfurl the wide flowing fail.
CHORUS.
While British oak beneath us rolls,
And English courage fires our fouls;
To crown our toils, the fates decree,
The wealth and empire of the fea.
H.
Our canvas and cares to the winds we difplay,
Life and fortune we cheerfully venture;
We laugh and we quaff and we banter,
Nor think of to-morrow, whilft fure of to-day.
CHORUS. While British Oak, &c.
III.
The ftreamers of France at a distance appear,
We must mind other mufic than catches;
Man your quarters and handle your matches,
Your cannon advance and for battle prepare.
CHORUS. While British Oak, &c.
IV.
Engender'd in fmoke and deliver'd in flame,
British vengeance roars loud as the thunder;
Let the vault of the fky burft afunder,
So victory follows with riches and fame.
CHORUS.
White British Oak, beneath us rolls,
And Irish courage fires our fouls;
To crown our toils the fates decree,
The wealth and empire of the fea.
THE TRUE BRITON.
I.
T
I
YE E true Britons all, whofe brave loyalty dares,
To face the French King, and his Popi
inares.
Exert

20
SONGS, A
Ди
Exert all your might in found liberty's caufe,
And ftand by true Britons, and ftand by their
laws.
CHORUS.
Then arm, arm, arm let all true Britons cry,
Let us live free, or Britons let us die.
II.
If France and the Pope, would your fenfes de-
ceive,
Be cautious to hearken, be flow to believe;
'They'll tell us fine ftories to tickle our ears,
And gild their defigns, to difpel Briton's fears.
Then arm, &c.
III.
Come then brother Britons and join me in hand,
United thus bravely, let's guard our own land.
Mean while let our fleets but refide on the main,
Then Britons moft nobly their rights will main-
tain.
Then arm, &c.
IV.
Then hafte to the bottle, and joyously fing,
To glory and health, and long life to our King;
In a bumper drink lafting fuccefs to our arms,
That Britons may ever be free from alarms.
CHORUS.
Then arm, arm, arm let all true Britons cry,
Let us live free, or Britons let us die.
For SAINT GEORGE'S DAY.
I.
WHEN Brit: in firft at Heav'n's command
W Arofe from out the azure main,
This

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This was the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels fung this flrain : 1.1
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never fhall be flaves,
II.
To guard this charter's facred rights,
St. GEORGE, the British champion rofe,
In foreign fields and martial fights.
He ftill prevail'd o'er England's foes, W
Hail great GEORGE, the British champion
Thy deathlefs honours ne'er can fail,hail
wold III.
Succefs ftill crown'd his fhining arms,
Where e'er the call of freedom led;
His breaft the thirft of honour warms,
And fmiling beauty bleft his bed.
CHORUS.
Hail, &c.
IV.
Subdu'd at length, by age and toils,
The hero fought his native fky;
And left his fons the well-earn'd fpoils,
Of honour, peace and liberty.
Hail, great GEORGE, triumphant hero hail,
Thy, &c.
V.
From yonder heav'n illumin'd cloud,
He views benign his children here,
While kindred fpirits warble loud,
St. GEORGE's fons deferve his care.
CHORUS. Hail, &c.
VI.
Sweet vernal ſkies bedeck the morn,
Let friendship crown the fefive day;
While heav'n-born plenty pours her hora,
And peace prefides with harmony,
Hail, &c,
CHORUS.
ALL

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YAS ONGS,
hast I.
ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The ftreamers waving in the wind,
When black ey'd Sufan came on board,
Oh! where fhall I my true-love find?
Tell me jovial failors, tell me true,
If my fweet William fails among your crew?
II.
William, who high, upon the yard
Rock'd by the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He figh'd and caft his eyes below;
The cord flies fwiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he ftands.
III.
idi
So the fweet lark, high pois'd in air, i
Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaft,
If chance his mate's fhrill voice he hear,
And drops at once into her neft.
The nobleft Captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips thofe kiffes fweet. A
IV.
O Sufan! Sufan! lovely dear!
My vows fhall ever true remain;
Let me wipe off that falling tear;
We only part to meet again.
Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart fhall be
The faithful compafs that fill points to thee.
V.
Believe not what the landmen fay,
Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind;
They'll tell the failors, when away,
In ev'ry port a mistress find:
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo,
For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go.
IA
If

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VI.
If to fair India's coaft we fail,
Thine eyes are feen in di'monds bright;
Thy breath in Africa's spicy gale;
Thy fkin is ivory fo white;
Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my foul fome charms of lovely Sue +
VII.
Tho' battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Sufan mourn;
Tho' cannons roar, yet fafe from harm,
William fhall to his dear return:
Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,
Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufan's eye.
VII.
The Boatfwain gave the dreadful word,
The fails their fwelling bofoms fpread;
No longer must fhe ftay on board;
They kifs'd, the figh'd, he hung his head:
Her lefs'ning boat unwilling rows to land;
Adieu! fhe cry'd, and wav'd her lilly hand.
I.
X7HO'd know the fweets of liberty?
WH
'Tis to clime the mountain's brow,
Thence to discern rough induftry
At the harrow or the plow:
'Tis where my fons their crops have fown,
Calling the harvest all their own.
II.
'Tis where the heart to truth ally'd,
Never felt unmanly fear,
Tis

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YHA SONGS, AW
'Tis where the eye, with milder pride,
Nobly fheds fweet pity's tear.
Such as Britannia yet fhall fee ;
Thefe are the fweets of liberty,
COME CHEER UP MY LADS.
COM
I.
OME cheer up my lads 'tis to glory we fteer,
To add fomething more to this wonderful
year;
To honour we call you, not prefs you like flaves,
For who lives fo free as we fons of the waves:
Hearts of oak are our fhips,
Hearts of cak are our men,
We always are ready,
Steady, boys, fteady,
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
II.
We ne'er fee our foes but we wish them to ſtay,
They never fee us but they with us away;
If they run, we follow, and drive them afhore,
For if they won't fight us what can we do more.
Hearts of oak, &c.
III.
They fwear they'll invade us, thefe terrible foes,
They frighten our women our children & beaus;
But fhould their flat-bottoms in darkneſs get
o'er,
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on fhore.
Hearts of oak, &c.
We'll

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IV.
We'll ftill make them run and we'll ftill make
'em fweat,
In fpight of the Devil and Bruffel's gazette;
Then cheer up my lads, with one voice let us
fing,
Our foldiers, our failors, our Statefmen and
King.
King.no
Hearts of oak, &c.
****
***********
The CHAISE MARINE.
.I
Y deareft life, wer't thou my wife,
how happy fhould I be,
MY
And all my care in peace or war,
Should be to pleafure thee;
When up and down, from town to town,
We jolly foldiers rove,
Then you my Queen, in chaife marine,
Shall move like Queen of love.
II.
Your love I'd prize beyond the fkies,
Beyond the spoils of war,
Would't thou agree to follow me,
In humble baggage car.
For happiness tho in diftrefs,
In foldiers wives is feen,
And pride in coach has more reproach,
Than love in chaife marine.
III.
Oh! do not hold your love in gold,
Nor fet your heart on gain,
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Behold

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SONGS,
Behold the great with all their ſtate,
Their lives are care and pain.
In houfe or tent, I'll pay no rent,
Nor care nor trouble fee,
And every day I'll get my pay,
And ſpend it merrily.
IV.
Love not thofe knaves great fortune's flaves,
Who lead ignoble lives,
Nor deign to fmile on men fo vile,
Who fight none but their wives.
For Britain's right and you we fight,
And every ill defy,
Should but the fair reward our care
With love and conftancy.
V.
If fighs nor groans nor tender moans,
Can win your harden'd heart,
Let love in arms, with all his charms,
Then take a foldier's part.
With fife and drum, the foldiers come,
And all the pomp of war,
M
Then don't think mean of Chaife Marine,
'Tis Love's triumphal Car
NEPTUNE'S RESIGNATIGN,
Written on the Naval Victory obtain'd by Sir
Edward Hawke, Nov. 20, 1759, off Bellifle.
TH
I.
HE wat'ry God, great Neptune, lay
In dalliance foft and amorous play,
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When

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When uproar rear'd its horrid head,
'The Tritons fhrunk, the Neriads fled,
And all their fear confeft.
II.
Loud thunder fhook the vaft domain,
The liquid world was wrapt in flame,
The God amazed fpoke!
Ye winds go forth and make it known,
Who dares to fhake my coral throne,
And fill my realms with fmoke.
III.
The winds obfequious at his word,
Sprung ftrongly up t'obey their lord,
And faw two fleets away;
One victorious Hawke was thine,
The other Conflans wretched line,
In terror and difmay.
IV.
Appall'd, they view Britannia's fons
Deal death and flaughter from their guns,
And ftrike the dreadful blow;
Which caus'd ill-fated Gallic flaves
To find a tomb in briny waves,
And fink to fhades below.
V.
With ſpeed they fly and tell their chief
That France was ruin'd paft relief,
And Hawke triumphant rode;
Hawke! cry'd the fair, pray who is he,
Who dare ufurp this power at fea,
And thus infult a God.
VI.
The Winds reply, in diftant lands,
10
od T
utop
10
There reigns a King, who Hawke commands,
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And

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SONGS,
And when his floating caftles roll
From fea to fea, from pole to pole,
Geat Hawke directs their courfe,
VII.
Or when his winged bullets fly
To punish fraud and perfidy,
Or fcourge a guilty land;
Then gallant Hawke, ferenely great,
Tho' death and horror round him wait,
Performs his dread command.
VIII.
Neptune with wender heard the ftory,
Of George's fway and Britain's glory,
Which time can ne'er fubdue;
Bofcawen's deeds and Saunders fame,
Join'd to great Wolfe's immortal name,
Then cry'd, can this be true.
IX..
A King he fure must be a God,
Who has fuch heroes at his nod,
To govern earth and fea;
I yield my trident and my crown,
A tribute due to fuch renown,
Great George fhall rule for me.
A CANTATA.
RECITATIVE.
ALL in her fair fequefter'd cell,
Where happiness was wont to dwell,
Contentment fat, with down-caft look,
And thefe, (or words like thefe) fhe spoke.
AIR.
Genius of Albion! wake your Queen,
To Gallia clouds the peaceful fcene!
AIR

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AIR changes.
Bid her arife her wrongs to fee,
Protect herfelf and cherish me!
RECITATIVE.
Britannia alarm'd, at Contentment's requeft,
In a voice that confefs'd her, her people addreft..
AIR.
Caft the olive wreath off,
Arm, ye Britons, advance,
Sound the trumpet, beat the drum,
Point your thunders at France.
Be brave and convince them, their efforts are
vain,
For that GEORGE King of England, is King of
the main ;
And that like your forefathers, thefe heroes of
old,
As you're born to be free, you've the fenfe to
be bold.
HE
I.
E comes! he comes the hero comes!
Sound, found your trumpets, beat, beat
your drums;
From port to port let cannons roar,
His welcome to the Britifh fhore:
His welcome, welcome, &c.
II.
Prepare, prepare your fongs prepare,
Loud, loudly rend the echoing air;
From

2。
SONGS,
From pole to pole your joys refound,
For virtue is with glory crown'd:
For virtue, virtue, &c.
拜拜​拜拜​拜拜
​銀
​N ftory we're told
IN
I.
How our Monarchs of old
O'er France fpread their royal domain;
But no annals can fhow
Their pride laid fo low,
As when brave GEORGE the fecond did reign.
II.
Of Roman and Greek
Let fame no more ſpeak
How their arms the old world did fubdue:
Thro' the nations around
Let our trumpets now found
How Britons have conquer'd the new.
III.
Eaft, weft, north and fouth,
Our cannon's loud mouth
Shall the right of our Monarch maintain:
On America's ftrand
Amherft limit the land,
Bofcawen give law on the main.
IV.
Each port and each town
We ftill make our own,
Cape-Breton, Crown point, Niagar;
Guadaloupe, Senegal,
Quebec's mighty fall
Shall prove we've no equal in war.
Tho

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V.
Tho Conflans did boaft
He'd conquer our coaft,
Our thunder foon made Monfieur mute,
Brave Hawke wing'd his way,
Then pounc'd on his prey,
And gave him an English falute.
VI.
At Minden you know,
How we conquer'd the foe,
While homeward their army now fteers;
Tho', they cry'd, British bands
Are too hard for our hands,
Begar we can beat them in heels.
VII.
While our heroes from home
For laurels now roam,
Shou'd the flat-bottom boats but appear,
Our militia fhall fhow
No wooden hoe foe
Can with freemen in battle compare.
VIIL
Our fortune, and lives,
Our children and wives,
To defend, is the time now or never;
Then let each volunteer
To the drum-head repair
King GEORGE and OLD ENGLAND forever..
BR
HUZZA for the TARS of Old England.
I.
RITANNIA no longer o'er injuries dreams,
For France now has fuffered for all her fly
Morblieu
fchemes,

32
SONGS,
Morblieu! cry the Monfieurs! indeed fo it feems,
Oh the brave tars of Old England,
And oh, the Old Englifh brave tars!!
II.
Our George like our Henry, lo! makes France
to bow!
Our navy's our bulwark, the world fhall allow;
As long as we've Bofcawen, Lockhart and Howe.
Oh the brave tars of Old England,
And oh, &c.
III.
Behold our Prince Edward, in glory's bright
way,
See conqueft attends on his firft bold effay,
Then let's for the tars of Old England huzza!
Oh the brave tars of Old England,
And oh, &c.
For the Sons of ST. GEORGE.
Written at PHILADELPHIA.
Tune,-Black Sloven.
I.
YE SONS of ST, GEORGE, here affembled to
day,
So honeft and hearty, fo cheerful and gay;
Come join in the chorus, and loyally fing
In praife of your patron, your country and King
II.
Though plac'd at a diftance from Britain's bold
fhore,
From whence either we, or our fathers came o'er:
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And in will, word, and deed, we are Engliſh-
men all,
Still true to her caufe, and awake to her call.
Let Creffey, Poitiers, and let Agincourt ſhow,
How our Anceftors acted fome years ago;
While Minden's red field, and Quebec fhall
bago proclaim, lia nove agiose to snot on 1'
That their fons are not chang'd, or in nature or
name.
IV.
Should the proud Spanish Dons but appear one
the main,
The Ifland they pilfer'd, by force to maintain;
The brave fons of thunder our wrongs will re-
drefs,
[Befs.
And teach them again what they learnt of Queen
V.
Tho' Rome's rapid eagle to Britain was borne,
Both talons and feathers got plaguily torn ;
And Cæfar himſelf, both with foot and with
horfe, istions
Was glad to fneak off, with "It's well 'twas
no worſe."
lool VI. Base bio
Tho' party contentions awhile may run high,
When danger advances, they'll vanish and die;
And all with one heart, hand, and fpirit unite,
Like Englishmen think, and like Engliſhmen
fight.
VII. adagniwolg mo
Then here's to our King,---and O! long may
he reign
law bas
The Lord of thofe men, who are Lords of the-
main;
*Falkland's.
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While

34
YAR
YA SONGS,
While all the contention among us fhall be,
To make him as happy as we are made free.
VIII.
And here's to the daughters of Britain's fair Ifle,
May freedom and they ever crown with a fmile
The fons of St. George, our good Knight fo
Bad renown'd, bisa Le Vibrils
The fons of St. George, even all the world round.
913
IT
IN THOMAS AND SALLY.
RECITATIVE.
AVAST, my boy, avaft, all hands on fhore
Mefs-mate, what cheer? Old England, hey
i bronce more, ed
I'm thinking how the wenches will rejoice;
Out with your prefents, boys, and take your
choice;
Show of
I've an old Sweetheart---but look---there's the
town:
Weigh anchor, tack about and let's bear down.
AIR.
From plowing the ocean and thrashing Moun-
feer, b
In Old England we're landed once more;
Your hands, my brave comrades, holloo boys,
what cheer?
For a Sailor that's juft come afhore:
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II.
Thofe hectoring blades thought to fcare us no
doubt,
And to cut us and flafh us-Morblieu!
But hold there, avaft, they were plaguily out,
We have flic'd them and pepper'd them too.
III.
Then courage my hearts, your own confequence
know,
Yon invaders fhall foon do you right,
The Lion may roufe when he hears the cock
crow,
But fhould never be put in a fright.
IV.
You've only to fhun your nonfenfical jars,
Your damn'd party and idle conteft;
And let all your ftrife be, like us honeft Tars,
Who fhall fight for his country beft.
V.
A feafaring fpark, if the maids can effect,
Bid the fimpering Gipfies look to't;
Sound bottoms they'll find us in ev'ry refpect,
And our pockets well laden to boot.
VI.
The landfimen, may hap, in the way of difcourfe
Have more art to perfuade and the like;
But 'ware thofe falfe colours; for better for worfe
Is the bargain we're willing to ftrike.
VII.
Now long live the King, may he profperous reign.
Of no power,, no faction afraid;
May Britain's proud flag ftill exult o'er the main,
At all points of the compafs difplay'd.
VIII.
No quickfands endanger, no ftorms overwhelm, 1.
Steady, fteady and fafe may the fail;
No

2627
ONGS,TAVA
YAS
No ignorant Pilots e'er fit at her helm,
OnOr her anchor of liberty fail. zato od plod 2
aduob
The MARQUIS OF GRANBY, T
WORN
adgi uoy ob root lart nobavni noY
THO
HO' Auftria and Ruffia, France, Flanders
and Pruffia,uq od savon blod u
Have heroes who claim truth's attention,
In the roll of fair Fame, as he took down each
name, albi bas
Some Briton's I faid he fhould mention: A
And fince we have men, who are worthy his pen,
Who for England act nobly as can be,
When he faw me perfift, then he open'd his lift,
And in front flood the Marquis of Granby.
II.as
Roz
Old Time hook his Scythe, as he tott'ring flood
His Iron Teeth dreadfully grated; [by,
Yet the fad looking Crone clear'd his brow from
a frown, sharing or
When Fame had my errand related.
The Cheeks of the Churl, with a fmile, feem'd
to curl,
And he anfwer'd me cheerful as can be, wo
Saith the fingle lock'd Seer, friend, this point's
pretty clear,
lify
We all love the Marquis of Granby,
.III.
SA
Like curs in the manger, let malecontents rave,
And talk how enfeebled our race is, b
That

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That our fathers were manly, were vig'rous and
brave,
And their hearts we might read in their faces;
What our ancestors were, at prefent we are,
I can prove it as plainly as can be,
Let them that would fee what a Briton fhould be,
Behold but the Marquis of Granby.
IV. of Granby.
W
Had the cynic Diogenes liv'd to this day,
He'd thrown down his lanthorn to view him:
He's efteem'd by the good and ador'd by the gay,
And foxhunters hark away to him;
By his Monarch fent over, to break the French
cover,
With bold pack as ftaunch as ftaunch can be,
And British true blues to hunt the French queves
When led by the Marquifs of Granby.
Bigot Spain has vaft wealth, fickle France has
rich wines,
The Italians fhow marvellous banners.
The Indians may boat of their emerald fill'd
mines,
But Lincolnshire boafts of its Manners;
The di'mond when worn, the wearer adorn,
And fparkle as brilliant as can be,
MA
But a flash from fuch toys is momentary joys,
For the jewel ofis Granby.
VI. I
W
Now the hazards of war for a feafon fubfide,
His country commands not his duty;
Blow winds to his wishes, be fafety his guide,
To England, love, friendship and beauty. I
From what do ye call Paderborn, may he happy
return,
Aye, quickly too, quickly as can be;ba
What

38
SONGS,
What fhall we fay then? Why their's Granby
again,
And again to the Marquis of Granby.
拜拜​拜​纸
​Written by Mr. GARRICK.
I..
HOW little do the landmen know,
Of what we Sailors feel,
When waves do mount, and winds do blow!
But we have hearts of fteel.
No danger can affright us;
No enemy fhall flout:
We'll make the Monfieurs right us:
So tofs the can about.
II.
Stick ftout to orders, mefs-mates;
We'll plunder, burn and fink:
Then, France, have at your first-rates;
For Britons never fhrink.
We rummage all we fancy;
We'll bring them in by fcores;
And Moll, and Kate, and Nancy
Shall roll in Louis d' ors,
III.
While here at Deal we're lying
With our noble Commodore,
We'll spend our wages freely, boys,
And then to fea for more.
In peace we'll drink and fing, boys;
In war we'll never fly:
Here's a health to George our King, boys,
And the Royal Family.
BELLISLE

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BELLISLE MARCH;
Or, the REVIEW..
1.
LL hail to the King,
AL
That in youth's early fpring,
Such a promife of glory difplays.
May his race ftill extend,
Freedom's caufe to defend,
And the fame of Old England to raiſe.
May our Edwards of old,
And our Harrys fo bold,
In his iffue again and again be renew'd.
That our fons on the main
May their Empires maintain,
And commerce in fafety be purfu'd.
With many a fcar
H.
Behold from, the war
W
10
mor
A
W
The brave legions of Britain advance: diel
From Minden they come ;
Swell the fife, beat the drum,
From Minden the terror of France:
See the brave hardy crew
As they pafs in review,
How they fmile on their King's royal train:
When thefe, their looks fay
Call us forth, we obey,
броя данной
And we'll fight all our battles again.
III.
From the east to the west,
British valour confeft,
Standeth firft on the records of fame.
ara A
Let'

40
YAS ON GAS,IAVAM
Let Williamfdorf's plain,
And the borders of Spain
British faith, British courage proclaim.
From the dangerous fword
8114 1
10
In fafety her wings
Fair freedom again fhall difplay;
Of oppreffion reftor'd,
For protection, while Kings
A
Grateful homage to Britain thall payong sa
IV.
The feats that were done
By Philip's mad fon,
Eid M
Were but trifles to glories like thefe; M
For ambition he fought,
And the luft only fought
Of his blood-thirfty rage to appeafe. T
But Britons more brave,
Draw the fword but to fave
M
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ba A
From fuch tyrants, the rights of mankind:
And the weapon again
When their end they obtain,
Is in peace to the fcabbard confign'd.
A full flowing glafs,
V.
Now to Granby we'll pafs,
And to each valiant leader befide;
Nor forget the brave crew,
mont-bloda
and s
Mi mor
97 Howa
That with hearts firm and true in ads woll
For their country all danger defy'd.
Let the drum beat a charge,
And the nation at large
Rend the wide vaulted fky with their fong,
Till eccho the found,
From her grotto rebound,
BA
tot as silt mon
อา
diba
The
And the loud gratulation prolong.

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T
The CAMP MEDLEY.
HE Lark was up, the morn was grey,
The Drummers beat reveille;
The jolly foldiers on the ground,
In peaceful camp flept fafe and found:
Only one poor foldier who,
Nought but love could e'er fubdue;
Wand'ring thro' the filent grove,
RA
There to vent his plaintive love. baA
For women are whimfical, changeable things,
Their fweets, like the bees, they are mingled
with ftings,
TIRA
They're not to be got without toil, care and
coft,
They're hard to be got and are eafily loft.
For in feeking a fair one, I found to my fmart,
I know not the way, but I loft my own heart.
Ah, haplefs, hapless dav,
When firft I faw fair Biddy!
My heart fhe ftole.
away,
My head the turn'd quite giddy.
The world may laugh, and fay,
'Tis wond'rous new to fee
A lover fo fincere,
A fwain admire like me.
She's comely, tall, and flender,
She's brighter than the fun;
Her looks are kind and tender,
But ah her heart's like ftone,
Too lovely fill I found her,
And every method tried,
G
In

42
SONGS,
In hopes to win and wound her,
Yet ftill I was deny'd.
But now my hopes are over,
What ſcheme then can I try?
But like a hapless lover,
Now lay me down and die.
As on the ground he lay,
Minerva came that way,
In armour bright and gay,
And thus to him did fay:
Rife, foldier, rife,
I'll take you by the hand,
And I'll lead you thro' the land,
I'll give you the command,
Of a well-chofen band.
Rife, földier, rife,
Don't be stupid,
Drive away Cupid,
Follow Minerva's wife command.
Soldier, go home,
Go home, ne'er mind your miftrefs's fcorn;
Slight, flight her again,
For flighted love thou'd flight return.
T
The foldier then raifed from his amorous floth,
Hafted away to his duty,
Swore to Minerva a terrible oath,
He never wou'd think of her beauty.
Bachelor bluff, Bachelor bluff,
Hey for a heart that is tougher than buff.
He that is fingle can never wear horns,
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le

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He that is married lays upon thorns,
And always is ragged and fhabby.
Bachelor bluff, &c,
He that is fingle, he fears not the rout,
Nothing to him can be fweeter;
Having no wife that can whimper and pout,
And cry can you leave me, dear creature.
Bachelor bluff, &c.
Ye belles and flirts, fo fmart and fo fair,
Say, are not foldiers form'd for love?
I'm fure you'll find them all fincere,
Wou'd you but kind and conftant prove.
But if you flight their paffion ftill,
And tyrannize, their wills to prove,
Depend upon't, they'll all rebel,
And will not give a thought to love.
Hold your prating, idle tongue.
(Little laughing Cupid faid)
Have you never heard it fung,
Conftancy muft win the maid?
Then ground your arms, ye fons of war,
Who fhine thro' Britain's happy Ifle;
Nor ever quarrel with the fair,
But patient try to win their fmile.
Rule, ye fair, ye fair of Britain's ifle,
We'll patient try to win their fmile.
YE

44
SONGS,
YE HARDY SON S.
I.
E hardy fons of honour's land,
YE
Where Freedom Magna Charta plan'd,
Ye fov'reigns of the fea:
On ev'ry fhore where falt tides roll,
From eaft to weft, from pole to pole,
Fair conquefts celebrates your name,
Witnefs'd aloud by wond'ring fame,
When! when will you be free?
II.
Miftake me not, my hearts of oak,
I fcorn with liberty to joke,
Ye fov'reigns of the fea.
No right I blame, I praife no wrong,
But fing an independent fong;-
Since Minifters must be withſtood,
And Patriots are but flesh and blood,
I dare with both be free.
III.
Whilft ftrange told tales from fcribblers pen,
Disturb the heads of honeft men,
Ye fov'reigns of the fea;
The trafh of temporizing flaves,
Who earn their daily bread as knaves.
Heedlefs which fide may rife or fall,
The ready money---that's their all.
Such fellows can't be free.
IV.
We meet for mirth, we meet to fing,
And jolly join "God fave the King,"
Ye fov'reigns of the fea.
As honeft inftinct points the way,
Our King, our country, we obey;
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Yet

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Yet pay to neither fide our court,
But liberty in both fupport,
As men who thou'd be free.
V.
Affift, uphold your church and ftate,
See great men good, and good men great
Ye fov'reigns of the fea:
Shun party, that unwelcome guest,
No tenant for a Briton's breaft.
Forget, forgive, in Freedom's fpite,
Awe all abroad, at home unite,
Then, then my friends you're free,
VI.
Ye fov'reigns of wide ocean's waves,
To heroes long enfhrin'd in graves,
A requiem let us fing:
I Alfred, Henry, Edward name,---
Then William, our deliverer came :---
May future ages Brunswick own,
Perpetual heir to England's throne,
I
So here's God fave the King. A
A SOLDIER'S SONG.
I.
HOW ftands the glafs around,
oft
For fhame ye take no care, my boys,
Let mirth and wine abound;
The trumpets found;
The colours they are flying, boys,
To fight, kill, or wound,
May we ftill be found,
Content with our hard fate, my boys,
On the cold ground.
Why,

46
SONGS,
II.
Why, foldiers, why,
Shou'd we be melancholy, boys?
Why, foldiers, why,-
Whofe bus'nefs 'tis to die!
What-fighing, fie!
Damn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys,
"Tis he, you or I !---
Cold, hot, wet or dry,
We're always bound to follow, boys,
And fcorn to fly.
HII.
"Tis but in vain,---
I mean not to upbraid ye, boys,
"Tis but in vain
For foldiers to complain;
Shou'd next campaign
Send us to him who made us, boys,
We're free from pain,
But if we remain,
A bottle and kind landlady
Cure all again.
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As
HOSIER's GHOST,
By Mr. GLOVER.
S near Porto-Bello lying
On the gently fwelling flood,
At midnight, with ftreamers flying,
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There

NAVAL AND MILITARY.
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There, while Vernon fat all glorious,
From the Spaniards late defeat ;
And his Crews with fhouts victorious,
Drank fuccefs to Britain's fleet.
On a fudden, fhrilly founding,
Hedious yells and fhrieks were heard;
When, each heart with fear confounding,
A fad troop of ghofts appear'd.
All in dreary hammocks fhrouded,
Which for winding-fheets they wore,
And their looks by forrow clouded,
Frowning en that hoftile fhore.
On them gleam'd the moon's wan luftre,
While the fhade of Hofier brave,
His pale band was feen to mufter,
Rifing from their wat❜ry grave.
O'er the glim'ring wave he hied him,
Where the Burford rear'd her fail;
With three thoufand ghofts befide him,
And in groans did Vernon hail.
*Heed, ah heed our fatal ftory,
I am Hofier's injur'd ghoft;
You who now have purchas'd glory,
In the place where I was loft.
Tho' in Porto-Bello's ruins,
You now triumph free from fears;
Think, ah think, on my undoing,
And you'll mix your joy with tears.
See the mournful fpectres fweeping,
Ghaftly o'er this hated wave;
Whofe
M
I

48
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Whofe wan cheeks are ftain'd with weeping:
Thofe were English Captains brave.
Mark thefe numbers pale and horrid,
Thefe were once my failors bold;
Low each hangs his drooping forehead,
While his difmal fate is told.
I, with twenty fhips attended,
Did this Spanish town affright;
Nothing then its wealth defended,
Save my orders not to fight.
O! that in the rolling ocean,
I had caft them with difdain;
And obey'd my heart's warm motion,
To reduce the pride of Spain.
Then the baftimentos never,
Had our foul diſhonour feen;
Nor the fea, the fad receiver,
Of this gallant train had been.
For refiftance, I could fear none,
And with twenty fhips had done
What thou brave and happy Vernon,
Haft atchiev'd with fix a'one.
After this proud foe difmaying,
And her galleons leading home
Tho' condemn'd for cifobeying,
I had met a traitor's doom.
To have fallen, my country crying,
He has played an English part;
Had been better far, than dying
Of a griev'd and broken heart.
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Unrepining at thy glory hol
Thy peaceful arms we hail;
But remember my fad ftory,
And let Hofier's wrongs prevail,
After this proud foe fubduing,
When your patriot friends you fee,
Think on vengeance for my ruin,
And for England wrong'd in me,
t
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
ADMIRAL VERNON'S ANSWER TO HOSIER.
H°
OSIER, with indignant forrow
I have heard thy mournful tale,
And if Heaven permit, to-morrow
Our victorious fleet fhall fail.
O'er thefe hoftile billows roaming,
We will urge our bold defign;
With the blood of thoufands foaming,
For our country's wrongs, and thine.
On that day when each brave fellow,
Who now triumphs here with me,
Storm'd and plunder'd Porto-Bello.
All my thoughts were full of thee.
Thy difaftrous fate alarm'd me,
Sure thy image glar'd on high,
And with gen'rous ardour warm'd me,
To revenge thy fall or die.
H
From
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A

50 YEA'S ON G S, VAN
From thefe lofty fhips defcending,
Thro' the flood in firm array,
To the deftin'd city bending,
Our lov'd failors took their way.
Straight the foe with horror trembling,
Quits in hafte his batter'd walls;
And in accents undiffembling,
As he flies for mercy calls, ne
Carthagena tow'ring wonder,
At the daring deed difmay'd,
Shall ere long by Britain's thunder,
Smoaking in the duft be laid.
BA
PH
Still remember thy fad ftory,
To thy injur'd ghoft I fwear, do
By my hopes of future glory,
War fhall be my future care.
And I'll never leave purſuing
Spain's proud fons from fea to fea,
With juft vengeance for thy ruin,
And for England wrong'd in me.
WE'V
I.
7E'VE fought, we have conquer'd, and
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Our

NAVAL AND MILITARY.
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Our fears are all fled with our enemy flain,
Could they rife up anew we would flay them
again.
II.
His Monarch to ferve and to do himself right,
No Englishman ever yet flinch'd from the fight;
For why neighbours all, we're as free as the
King, mot no land to
'Tis that makes us brave, and 'tis that makes
us fing.
III.
Our Prince too, for this, may be thankful to
fate,
For 'tis in our freedom he finds himself great;
No force can be wanting, nor meaner court arts,
He is mafter of all who reigns in our hearts.
IV.
Should rebels within, or fhould foes from
without, denil
Bring the crown on his head or his honour in
doubt;
We are ready, ftill ready, and boldly foretell,
That conqueft fhall ever with liberty dwell.
V.
And now bring us forth, as the crown of our
labour,
Good wine and good cheer, with the pipe and
the tabor ;
Let our Nymphs all be kind and our Shepherds
all gay,
For England, Old England is happy to-day.
入
​biwos
lao aid
TOM

52
TAS ON GS, TAN
O
TOM AND KATE;lus
Or, the SOLDIER'S FAREWELL.
git Holmid ob of bassist of dosago all
Month I.
T
H E. odrigis vi
HO' the fate of battle on to-morrow wait,
Let's not lofe our prattle now my charm-
ing Kate;
Till the hour of glory, pleaſure fhou'd take place;
Ne'er damp the joys before you, with a future
cafe.
II.
SHE.
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Faithful to my Tommy, it is all in vainai H
To think that I will leave you, love, the whole
campaign; to
O
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Or e'er forget the filling each morn the bright
ul wonocanteen, ssd aid
So long as I've a fhilling, Tom, my purfe within.
viblod bra III.
H E.
Here Kate, take my tobacco-box, the foldier's all,
Left ere night fome Frenchman's knocks fhould
doom my fall:
That when I am dead and gone, fairly you may
prove,
You had my firft, my laft, my only pledge of love.
IV.
SHE.NO
Tom put up the box my dear, for thou'rt my all;
And ever will I thee be near, if thou thoud'nt fall:
But Heaven preferve my heart, who thus could
faithful prove,
I had his first, his laft, his only pledge of love,
HE

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AND
V.
HE.
fin dalled
But if for fome bold action, I a halbert bear,
O! think what fatisfaction when my rank you
fhare;
O think and ceafe your mourning, all fine from
top to toe; dow wou
With rings your ears adorning, a laced cap and
fhoe.
VI.
SHE.
O! if a ferjeant's lady I fhou'd chance to prove,
Clean linen I'd have always ready for my love.
Nor ever more fhou'd Kitty the Captain's laun-
drefs be;
For I think myfelf too pretty, Tom, for all but
thee.
VII.
H E.
Check that rifing figh, Kate, ftop that falling tear,
Come with me, my pretty Kate, and take thy
geer.
But hark! the Heavens befriend thee, hark! the
drums command;
Honour, I attend thee, love, I kifs thy hand.
VIII.
SHE.
I can't refrain from crying, tho' tears I difdain:
Yet I own 'tis trying hard the point to gain.
May guardian Angels fhield thee, and conqueft
on thee wait.
One kifs, and then I yield thee up, alafs, poor
Kate.
Gallant

54
AS ON G S, VAW
Gallant Sailor, by Mr. GARRICK.
blod emal tol
I. O
ALLANT Sailor oft you told me,
NAN. GA That you'd never leave your love;
To your vows I now muft hold you, qoi
Now's the time your love to prove. W
To your vows, &c.
II.
SAILOR. Is not Britain's flag degraded,
Have not Frenchmen brav'd our fleet ; 10
How can Sailors live upbraided, nonil nast
While the Frenchmen dare to meet.
How can Sailors, &c. ad atsib
III. Hotym said I To 1
NAN. Hear me, gallant Sailor hear me,
While your country has a foe;
He is mine too, never fear me,
I may weep, but you must go.
He is mine too, &c.
IV.
Tho' this flow'ry feafon woos you,
To the peaceful fports of May;
And love fighs fo long to leave you,
Love to glory fhall give way.
Love to glory, &c.
SV. monte
SAILOR. Can the fons of Britain fail her,
While her daughters are fo true;
Your foft courage muft avail her,
We love honour loving you.
We love honour, &c.
BOAT
H

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VI.
BOATSWAIN. War and danger now invite us,
Blow ye winds aufpicious blow;
Ev'ry gale will moft delight us,
That can waft us to the foe.
Ev'ry gale, &c.
HAIL
ENGLAND.
AIL England, Old England for glory
renown'd,
HA
In arms as in arts fo tranfcendently crown'd;
"Tis thine, ftri&t to honour, no treaties to break,
'Tis thine to revenge, when that honour's at
ftake.
Then now rife ye brave, draw the fword, point
the lance,
And bid the bold cannon roll thunder to France.
CHORUS. Huzza-Huzza, Huzza, O ye
Britons, to conqueft purfue,
The trumpet of victory's uplifted
for you.
The chorus to be repeated.
II.
Hark, truth fpeaks, already our heroes prevail,
The rouz'd English Lion makes Gallia turn
pale;
Thy cunning, O France, its own fate will
decree,
Succefs attends on us by land and fea;
And wide o'er the main, fhall the British flag fly.
To force that fubmiffion which pride wou'd deny.
Huzza, Huzza, Huzza, &c.
Bri-

56
AX
SONGS,
III.
Britannia rejoices your ardour to fee,
My fons, fight fhe cries, 'tis for freedom and me;
Tho Gallic ambition, alliance explore,
You'll conquer them now, whom you've con-
quer'd before;
And triumph the truths to all nations fhall fing,
The ocean is George's and George is our King.
Huzza, Huzza. Huzza, &c.
000000000)0000000000
The SAILOR's FAREWELL.
Written by Capt. Thompſon.
THE
I.
HE topfail fhivers in the wind,
The fhip the cafts to fea;
But yet my foul, my heart, my mind,
Are, Mary, moor'd with the :
For tho' thy failor's bound afar,
Still love fhall be his leading ftar.
II.
Should landmen flatter when we'ere fail'd,
O doubt their artful tales;
No gallant failor ever fail'd,
If Cupid fill'd his fails :
Thou art the compafs of my foul,
Which fteers my heart from pole to pole.
III.
Sirens in every port we meet,
More fell than rocks and waves;
But

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But failors of the British fleet
Are lovers, and not flaves:
No foes our courage fhall fubdue,
Altho' we've left our hearts with you.
IV.
Thefe are the cares; but if you're kind,
We'll fcorn the dashing main,
The rocks, the billows, and the wind,
The pow'rs of France and Spain,
Now Britain's glory refts upon you,
Our fails are full-fweet girls, adieu.
*****************
BE
The SAILOR'S RETURN.
I.
Ehold from many an hoftile fhore,
And all the dangers of the main,
Where billows mount, and tempefts roar,
Your faithful Tom returns again;
Returns, and with him brings a heart
That ne'er from Sally fhall depart.
II.
After long toils and troubles paft,
How fweet to tread our native foil,
With conqueft to return at laft,
And deck our ſweet-hearts with the ſpoil!
No one to beauty fhould pretend,
But fuch as dare its rights defend.
fe of op of of of of of opp
By Dr. ARNE.
I.
COME, Britannia fhake thy lance,
Plume thyfelf in martial pride;
I
Hafte!
193

58
SONGS,
Hafte! thy glorious fhield advance,
Take again thy gallant ftride.
Think, oh think, on all thy noble ſtory,
Roufe thee to thy ancient glory.
II.
Haften, haften, hence away,
All thy martial ardour thow;
Clad in terrible array,
Thou fhalt vanquish every foe.
Think, oh think. &c, &c.
I.
COME all you brave Britons, who love your
own land,
Whofe Sires were fo brave, fo victorious and
free;
Who always beat France, when they take it in
hand;
Come join honeft Britons in chorus with me.
CHORUS.
Let's fing of our treafure, Old England's good
cheer,
On the profits and ple:fure of ftout British beer;
For your wine tipling, dram fipling fellows
retreat,
But your beer drinking Britons will never be
beat.
II.
The French with their vineyards, are meagre
and poor,
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But we who have hop grounds to mellow our ale
Are rofy and plump and have freedom to
boot.
AbsLet's fing, &c.
luoy III.
Should the French dare invade us, when arm'd
with our poles,
En A
We'll bang their bare ribs, make their lan-
thorn jaws ring;
For we beef eating,
fouls, domm
beer drinking Britons are
Who will ſpend their laft drop for their coun-
try and King.
ing Let's fing, &c.
H
od brA
OLD CHIRON.
I.
на
br
LD Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles
OLD
I'll tell thee young gentleman, what the
fate's will is:
You my boy, must go,
(The Gods will have it fo,)
To the feige of troy..
II.
Thence never to return to Greece again,
But before their walls to be flain.
Yet let not your noble courage be caft down,
But all the while you lay before the town
Drink and drive care away, drink and be merry,
You'll never go the fooner to the Stygian Ferry
Bonny

60
SONGS, VAN
woll Bonny Lafs in a Barrack.
I.
good
He.OH bonny lafs will you lay in a barrack?
Oh bonny lafs will you lay in a barrack?)
Oh bonny lafs will you lay in a barrack ?od?
And marry a foldier, and carry his wallet?
is salam adi II.diodi gnad ll's W
She. O yes I will go, and I'll think no more on it,
I'll marry a foldier and carry his wallet; 10
I'll neither afk leave of my mother or daddy,,
But off, and away with my foldier laddie.
III. [ing,
gi
He. But oh bonny lafs! can you go a campain-
And bear the fatigue of a battle and famine ?
When weary and fainting, oh! would you be
near me?
[mc.
If fick, or if wounded thy prefence would cheer
IV.
She. Oh! yes I can bear all the hardships you
mention,
And twenty times more of you had but invention..
If weary and fainting I'd ever be near thee;
In pain or in ficknefs my prefence thould cheer
thee..
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Our 'PRENTICE TO M..
In the Recruiting Officer.
I..
KITE. OUR 'Prentice Tom, may now refuſe
To wipe his fcoundrel mafter's
fhoes,
For now he's free to fing and play,
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II.
We fhall lead more happy lives, basyoni all
By getting rid of brats and wives,gilab baA
That fcold and brawl both night and day. a
Over the hills ando far away.m 39l
III.
gorg rel
T
do
PLUME. Over the hills and over the main,
To Flanders, Portugal or Spain;
The King commands and we'll obey,
Over the hills and far away.da so sli
goig boog IV.
Courage boys, 'tis one to ten, gong
But we'll return all gentlemen ;
M
While conquering colours we difplay, vol
Over the hills and far away.a
T
GROG is the LIQUOR of LIFE..
YE
E jolly true-blues of the main,
Well fkilled in heaving the log
Attend to a Sailor's rough ftrain,
Who fings of your favourite Grog.
For grog is the liquor of life,
;
The delight of each bold British tar;
It banishes forrow and ftrife,
And it foftens the hardships of war.
II
Brave Vernon, to Britons ftill dear,
O long may thou live, tho' incog,
'Twas fome deity whifper'd thine ear,
And hinted the health giving grog.
For grog is the &c.
His

62 SONGS,
YЯA S O N G S,AM
III.
His vineyards the Monfieur may boaft, W
And delight in the foup of a frog;
But too foon he fhall find to his cof,
That claret muft yield to good grog.
For grog, &c.
IV. Lar
Each Saturday night that revolves, abr
My mefs-mate gives me a jog;
To the wife or the fweet-heart he loves,
He takes off a cann of good grog.
For grog, &c.
V.
If Jove fhould as whilom defcend,
Of fome female mortal a gog,
His nectar as furely would mend
By mixing his liquor with grog.
For grog, &c.
VI.
I heard an Hibernian declare,
Dolb
By St. Patrick, tho' born in a bog,.
That while he could fee with an ear,
No wine he would drink except grog.
For grog, &c.
VII.
No danger our hearts can difmay,
No terror we feel from a flog;
For what is a dozen a day,
To a double allowance of grog?
For grog, &c.
VIII.
Now war, is declar'd, let's advance,
May the flincher be hang'd like a dog,
Who yields to proud Spain or vain France,
Is a ftranger to freedom and grog. A
For grog, &c..
OT
The

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The jolly Tar's Invitation.
I.
E flaunting young landmen, a moment give
YE
ear,
To a jolly young tarpaulin fo plain and fincere:
Tho' your cloaths are all kiver'd with filver and
gould;
With your falagee wigs fo trim and fo bould;
Mayhap a pea jacket is not to be fould
Then what can an honeft Tarpaulin fay more?
II.
Leave your fcraping and bowing, and lubberly
noife,
Your outlandish lingo and gingerbread toys.
We feamen are honeft, and that's more than
polite,
No fcholards fo great as to read and to write;
But fhou'd France dare to invade us, 'od damme
we'd fight.
Then what can an honeft Tarpaulin fay more?
III.
No danger can ftartle the falt water foul,
It farves, but to relish the jolly brifk bowl:
In fpite of all weather we wheel about fhip,
Good rumbo and bumbo, with toddy and flip,
"Till our hearts like our veffel in liquor do fkip.
And what can an honeft Tarpaulin fay more?
IV.
Here's the Tartar our fhip, juft come to the nore;
Then pri'thee my lads, adieu to the fhore.
Pipe all hands aboard, the willing and able,
Weigh anchor, Eo! and roufe in your cable:
We'll conquer or die, but mounfeer we'll difable.
And what can an honeft Tarpaulin fay more?
On

64
SONGS, AVAM
AS
On the Reduction of MARTINICO.
I.
7HAT nation fhall dare with Old England
compare,
WHAT
Our atchievements our courage have fhewn;
Let us dance, let us fing, and huzza for our
King,
Martinico my boys is our own.
Let us dance, let us fing, and huzza for our
da galgan? they avas
24
King,
Martinico my boys is our own.
II.
Bold Monckton, whofe foul not a fear can con-
troul,
And Rodney of ſpirit fo great;
We've convinc'd the proud flaves, that we lords
of the waves,
When we pleaſe can determine their fate.
We've convinc'd, &c.
III.
Ev'ry warm British pill was fent forth with fuch
fkill,
As muft fame everlafting procure ye.
They kept out a good look, yet in hurry we took
Their Tobago, Cape Vincent, St. Lucia.
They kept out, &c.
IV.
Delatouche was fincere, when he flew to St. Pierre
With defign to take care of the pelf;
"Though courageous and ftout, yet he could not
hold out,
All for reafons beft known to himself.
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Had

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65
V.d
"Had you feen our brave Tars, who defpife
wounds and fears,
Aloft on each eminence foar;
With our cannon, yare ho! you'd confefs it I
know,
That you never faw Lions before.
With our cannon, &c.
VI.
Now to Spain we'll proceed, the fhall fmart for
each deed,
That like France would our ruin endeavour;
Heav'n blefs our bold train, both on land and
the main,
And King George and Queen Charlotte for
ever.
Heaven blefs, &c.
FLAT BOTTOM'D BOATS.
I.
OUR glory renown'd on the ocean and fhore,
To ages for aye fhall be told,
Hawke, Howe and Bofcawen, Wolfe, Amherſt
and Moore,
In the lift of fair fame be enroll'd:
In praife of fuch leaders then open your throats.
And laugh at the French flat bottom'd boats.
II.
While Barrington fwept off the tables Bafterre,
At Minden we got the odd trick;
Shew'd Conflans a trump or two, made him look
queer,
And won all they had at Quebec;
K
Then

66
SONGS,
Then fing and be jolly boys, open your throats,
And laugh at the French, &c.
III.
We'er ignorant what may betide us this year,
But certain of this we are all ;
Her courfe how fhe will, let kind Providence ſteer,
For freedom we'll fight and we'll fall:
For King George, and Prince George, then open
your throats,
And laugh at the French, &c.
IV.
Like grey hounds half ftarv'd, they fquint at
our food,
And fain from our beef wou'd be fed:
You're welcome Monfieurs, if you'll wade to't
in blood.
I fee you are far better bred.
Paltroons! how they run! then open your throats,
And laugh at the French, &c.
t
I.
BOUND out on a cruize, no Tar wou'd refufe,
I've ftow'd in compleatly my ftore;
Two hundred bold men, I command once again,
And fhall fhortly fall down to the Nore, the
Nore,
Shall fhortly fall down to the Nore.
I've room for a fcore or two, enter boys quick,
A pound to a fhilling we'll make the dogs fick.
I've room, &c.
II.
In days of Queen Befs, we now are no lefs,
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And at it poor France, ftrait fell into a trance,
That he has'nt recover'd of yet.
In puffs only rich, of her treaſure fhe's rid,
We'll deal the fame cards to the Dons of Madrid.
III.
Midft fire and fmoke, when we give 'em a ftroke,
The tawny bravado's fhall fly;
Nor prieft, bell or book, fhall fecure 'em good
luck,
As fure as they face us they die.
Saints, wafers, and rags fhall be blown into air,
When once we have brought but our bull dogs
to bear.
IV.
Safe anchor'd my boys, in port of our joys,
Snug under the guard of our guns:
Their convents we'll ftrip, and freight the rich
fhip,
With the plunder of priefts and of nuns.
Then fpeed the new Terrible well, and Huzza.
And fend her fafe in the proud Panama.
ERRRR
To be omitted & in its place the brave (of
I.
Death
WAS when the feas were roaring
'Tw
With hollow blafts of wind;
A damfel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.-
Wide o'er the roaring billows
She caft a wifhful look,
Her head was crown'd with willows
That trembled o'er the brook.
Twelve

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YAAS ON GS. VA
II. T
Twelve months were gone and over,
And nine long tedious days;
Why y didit thou, vent'rous lover,
Why didst thou truft the feas ?
Ceafe, ceafe then cruel ocean,
And let my lover reft:
Ah! what's thy troubled motion,
To that within my breast?
III.
The Merchant robb'd of treaſure,
Views tempefts in defpair;
But what's the lofs of treafure
To the lofing of my dear.
Should you fome coaft be laid on,
Where gold and di'monds grow,
You'd find a richer maiden, do
But none that loves you fo.
How can you fay that nature
Has nothing made in vain,
Why then, beneath the water
Do hideous rocks remain ?
No eyes thefe rocks diſcover
That lurk beneath the deep,
To wreck the wand'ring lover,
And leave the maid to weep.
All melancholy lying,
V.
Thus wail'd the for her dear,
Repaid each blast with fighing..
Each billow with a tear.
When o'er the white waves ftooping
His floating corpfe fhe fpy'd,
Then like a lilly drooping,
She bow'd her head and dy'd.
A
A
A
The

NAVAL AND MILITARY.
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I.
T
HE ordnance board,
Such Joys does afford,
SHA
O
tid
As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal,
No mortal e'er more can defire;
Each member repairs
From the Tower to the ftairs,
And by water wuth, and by water wufh,
By water they all go to fire.
II.
Of each piece that's afhore,
They fearch from the bore;
And to proving, to proving, to proving,
To proving they go in fair weather;
Their glaffes are large,me
And whene'er they difcharge,
There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza,
Guns and bumpers go off together.
IN.
Old Vulcan for Mars,
Fitted tools for his wars,
To enable him, enable him, enable him,
Enable him to conquer the fafter;
But Mars, had he been
On our Woolwich
green,
To have heard boo huzza, boo huzza, boo huzza
He'd have own'd great Marlborough his mafter
In THOMAS and SALLY.
I.
Aufpicious fpirits guard my love,
In time of danger near him bide;
With

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SONGS,
With out-fpread wings around him move,
And turn each random ball afide.
And you his foes, though hearts of fteel,
Oh! may you then with one accord,
A fympathetic paffion feel,
Behold his face and drop the fword.
II.
Ye winds, your bluftring fury leave,
Like airs that o'er the garden fweep:
Breathe foft in fighs, and gently heave
The calm, fmooth bofom of the deep.
Till Halcyon peace return'd once more
From blafts fecure, and hoftile harms;
My Sailor views his native fhore,
And harbours fafe in thefe fond arms.
$000(00000
A LOYAL SONG,
I.
EE Royal Edward land,
SP
See him on Cherbourg ftrand,
Bravely advance!
Third Edward's glorious name,
Bids emulate his fame,
And Britons wrongs proclaim,
Through bleeding France..
II.
Pour wine a copious rill,
Next to bold Amhert fill,.
Bofwawen-all!
Swift from America,
Drive, drive the French away,
Sound forth with loud huzza
Cape Breton's fall.
With

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III.
With George we'll clofe the fong,
May Heaven his days prolong,
A mighty ftore!
O'er Britons brave and free,
Who all as one agree,
Flourish his progeny,
Till time's no more.
***
The New LILLY BULLERO, to the old Tune.
On the threatened Invafion from France.
By Mr. LOCKMAN.
HE French are a coming, as news-writers
THE fay
Lilly bullero, bullen a la.
Will over our herring-pond force their mad way,
Lilly bullero, bullen a la.
Rodney grafp our naval thunders,
Dart them at the faucy foe;
Their flat-bottom boats batter;
Their fhips of war fhatter;
Sink them as the centre low,
Excited by Perkin fome came here to fpy,
Lilly Bullero, bullen a la.
Beheld our rich products with ravenous eye,
Lilly bullero, bullen a la.
Thefe

72
SONGS,TAVAM
Thefe were not made for invaders;
Slaves who bow to Rome the knee:
But for Britons hearty.
Now all of a party,
Hating foup meagre, and tyranny.
Could the Monfieurs prevail, what dire havock
were here.
Lilly bullero, bullen a la.
A ftrange metamorphofis foon would appear.
Lilly bullero, bullen a la.
Half ftarv'd groups in wooden fhoes fkeating,
Gibbets erected our faith to deftroy;
Pale nuns thro' grates peeping,
Sighing and weeping,
Mad after a man they muft never enjoy.
But take it for granted, fome Frenchmen might
Lilly bullero, bullen a la.
[land,
What would their fate be, when on our ftrand,
Lilly bullero bullen a la.
Hunted down by our new militia
Soon they'd fad pecavi cry;
To fome wooden Saint mutter,
Curfes morblieu! and fputter,
As on their backs they fprawling lie.
When Pharoah purfued Ifrael in the red fea,
Lilly bullero bullen a la,
O'erwhelm'd was his hoft, and drowned was he,
Lilly bullero bullen a la.
Monfieurs! the like doom may await you,
Should you our British Lion provoke,
Your bouncing armada,
May prove Gafconada,
And your grand project vanish in fmoke.
The

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The SOGER LADDIE.
I.
Y Soger Laddie is over the feas,
MY
And he will bring gold and money to me;
When he comes home he'll make me a lady;
My bleffing gang with my Soger Laddie.
II.
My lovely laddie is handfome and brave,
And can as a Soger and Lover behave:
He's true to his country, to love he is fteady,
There's few to compare to my Soger Laddie.
III.
Shield him, ye Angels, from death in alarms,
Return him with laurels to my longing arms.
Since from all my cares ye'll pleaſantly free me.
When back to my wishes, my Soger ye gi' me.
IV.
Oh! foon may his honours bloom fair on his
brow,
As quickly they muft, if he gets his due;
For in noble actions his courage is ready,
Which makes me delight in my Soger Laddie.
Tune, The MARQUIS of GRANBY'S MARCH.
I.
O arms, to arms, to arms, my jolly gre-
nadiers,
To
Hark how the drums do roll it along, we
To horfe, to horfe, with valiant good cheer,
We'll face the proud foe be they ever fo ftrong.
L.
Let

74
AW
YSON G S,
Let not your courage fail you, be valiant,
ftout and bold,
And it fhall foon avail you, my valiant hearts
of gold.
Huzza, my valiant countrymen, again I fay
huzza,
'Tis bravely done, the day'll be won, huzza!
huzza! huzza!
II.
March on,, march on, where thundering can-
nons roar,
The battle is begun my boys, as you may plain-
ly fee;
Stand firm, be bold, and it fhall foon be o'er
We foon fhall gain the field, my boys, of cur
enemy.
The fquadron appears my boys, if they dare
but ftand,
Boys, never fear, mind the word of command.
Huzza, &c,
III
March on, march on, brave Granby amongst
the braveft,
They feem for to threaten us, with their looks
fo keen,
Anon, anon, our valour fhall fhew it,
The proof of the fteel fhail foon be feen,
Clofe to their corps we will charge them,
fword in hand,
Boys, never fear, mind the word of command,
IV.
Huzza, &c.
See how, fee how they fly before us,
See how they are fcatter'd all over the plain;
Purfue, purfue, our country will adore us,
In triumph and peace boys, when we return.
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Laurels let your glory crown, for your actions,
bold, old com
The hills fhall eccho all around, my hearts
vedosof gold.
Huzza, &c.
The RECRUIT.
and
I. in bus ya
A
I
NOW the trade is fo dull, and the town is
fo full,ibler Liod a ye
Of lads that already are undone, my brave
boys;
Let's be wife by their ills and over the hills,
Away for bold foldiers be gone my brave boys.
Who lifts in his prime is wife in good time,
A regiment he'll have very foon my brave
boys;
Then come my jolly blades and quit your
ftarving trades,
For a foldier's the beft that's a going brave
boys.
II.
Who has a fcolding wife, the plague of his life,
Or is fearful of Bailiffs or Dunn's brave boys,
Let him be of the cloth and a fig for them both;
When he for a foldier is gone brave boys.
Ye menders of foles and patchers up of holes,
Quit your stalls and your fhops and come on
brave boys;
Let your Landlords be content with their keys
to pay their rent,
ZAY
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III.
Never fret, grieve or pine, tho' a miſtreſs prove
unkind,
Since your cure is as fure as a gun brave boys;
Only try and you'll prove, that a foldier cannot
love,
Then away for bold foldiers begone brave
boys.
Who wou'd be Grenadiers, come join the Fu-
zileers,
U
A regiment inferior to none brave boys,
From care day and night, we fuddle, drink and
av fight, bab babeu sdr Wor
Then away for bold foldiers be gone brave
boys.
SMILE
BRITANNIA.
I.
MILE, fmile, Britannia fmile,
SMILE
Thy genius comes again;
To guard thy fruitful ifle,
And thunder o'er the main.
Thy gallant fons difdain the eafe,
Now crown thee miftrefs of their feas.
od's Now crown thee, &c.
II.
1 met
While dauntlefs they advance,
And bid the cannons roar ;
They'll fcourge the pride of France,
And ſhake th' Imperial fhore.
Deriding trumpets o'er the waves,
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III.
The deck all ftain'd with blood, held
The bullets wing'd with fate;
The wide and reftlefs flood,
Cannot the rage abate.
In Anfon's and in Warren's wake,
The fouls of Ruffel and of Blake.
The fouls &c.
IV.
Britons purfue the blow,
Like fons of Britons fight;
Convince the haughty foe.
That you'll maintain your right.
Defiance bid to France and Spain,
Affert your empire o'er the main.
Affert your Empire &c.
30
*X*X**
A favourite Song, fet by the immortal PURCELL,
for two voices.
Sung at the Knighting of Don Quixote, in the Opera
ri sul of that name.
ST
I.
ING all ye Mufes your lutes ftrike around,
When a foldier's the ftory, what tongue can
want found;
Who danger difdains, wounds, bruifes and
pains,
When the honour of fighting is all that he
gains.
II.
Rich profit comes eafy in cities of ftore,
But the gold is earn'd hard when the cannons do
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Yet

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ATS ON G S,
Yet fee how they run at the ftorming a town,
Thro' blood and thro fire to take the half moon..
III.
They fcale the high wall,
Whence they fee others fall:
Their hearts precious Darling,
Bright glory purfuing.
Though death underfoot T
And the mine is just blowing,.
IV. a
It fprings, up they fly,
Yet more will fupply,
As bridegrooms to marry
They haften to die;
Till fate claps her wings,
And the glad tidings brings,.
Of the breach being enter'd
And then they're all Kings..
V.
Then happy's fhe whofe face-
Can win a Soldier's grace;
They range about in itate,,
Like Gods difpofing fate:
No luxury in peace, or pleafure in exces
Can parallel the joys, the martial hero crown,
When Aluth'd with rage, and forc'd by want,
He ftorms a wealthy town..
JACK TAR's SON G..
Tune,-A' Begging we will go..
COME bustle, buftle, drink about,
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Our Cann is full, we'll pump it out,
And then all Hands to Sea.
And a failing we will ge
II.
Fine Mifs at Dancing-fchool is taught,
The Minuet to tread,
But we go better when we've brought
The Fore Tack to Cat Head.
III.
The Jockey's call'd to Harfe, to Horfe,
And fwiftly rides the Race,
But fwifter far we fhape our courfe
When we are giving Chace.
IV.
When horns and fhouts the foreft rend,
His pack the Huntſman cheers,
As loud we hollow when we fend
A Broadfide to Mounfeers.
V.
"The What's-their-names, at Uprores fquall,
With mufic fine and foft,
But better founds our Boatfwain's Call,,
All hands, all bands aloft!
VI.
With gold and filver ftreamers fine
The Ladies Rigging fhew,
But English fhips more grander fhine,
When Prizes home we tow.
VII.
What's got at fea we fpend on fhore,
With Sweethearts, or our Wives,
And then, my Boys, boift Sail for more,
Thus pafles Sailors lives.
And a failing we will ge
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AS
A CANTATA
By Mr. W ORGAN.
RECITATIVE.
AK'D by the horn,
W Like the fpring deck'd in green;
Betimes in the morning the hunters are feen;
With joy on each brow they enliven the place,
And impatiently wait to join in the chafe."
AIR.
From his clofe covert rous'd, the ftag fwiftly flies,
As the arrow that's fhot from the bow;
O'er rivers and mountains, all dangers defies, A
And fears nothing but man his worlt foe.
And now they chace him thro' the copfe,
Panting, ftruggling, fee he drops!
Hark, rude clamours rend the fkies,
While the dappled victim dies.
RECITATIVE.
Thus Briton's fons in Harry's reign,
Purfu'd the trembling Gaul;
Thro' ftreams of blood, o'er hills of flain,
And triumph'd in his fall,
Now hostile foes alarm,
Arm, arm, Britannia arm.
AIR.
Then away to the Field, tis great George gives
the word,
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Like our valiant forefathers, ftern death let us
face,
Be as glorious in war, as we are in the chace.
HOT
STUF F.
Wrote at Amboy, in the Spring 1759, by Major
General HALE, then Lieutenant Colonel of the
47th regiment, commanded by Gen. Lafcelles.
Tune, "The Lillies of France."
I.
ACH death doing dog, who dare venture
his neck,
EA
Come follow the hero who goes to Quebec ;
Jump aboard of your tranfports and loofe ev'ry
fail,
Pay your debts at the tavern by giving leg-bail;
And he that loves fighting fhall foon have enough
Wolfe commands us my boys, we will give them
hot ftuff.
II.
Up the river St, Lawrence, our troops fhall
advance,
To the Grenadiers march we will teach them to
dance;
Cape Breton we've taken, and next we will
try,
At their capital to give them another black eye;
Vaudreuil 'tis in vain ye pretend to look gruff,
Thofe are coming who know how to give ye
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SONG S.
With powder in his periwig and fnuff in his
nofe,
Monfieur will come down our defcent to oppofe;
And the Indians will come, but the Light
Infantry,
Will foon oblige them to betake to the tree;
From fuch rafcals as thefe, can we fear a rebuff,
Advance Grenadiers and let fly your hot ftuff.
IV.
While the 47th regiment is dafhing afhore,
And bullets are whiftling and cannons do roar ;
Says Montcalm thefe are Shirley's, *I know their
lappels,
You lie fays Ned Botwood, we belong to Laf-
celles ;
Tho' our cloathing is chang'd, yet we fcorn a
powder puff,
Then have at ye, ye barbers, here's give ye hot
ftuff.
V.
With Monckton and Townfhend, thofe brave
Brigadiers,
I think we fhall foon knock the town 'bout
their ears;
And when we have done with our mortars and
guns,
If you pleaſe mother Abbefs a word with your
Nuns ;
Each foldier fhall enter the Convent in buff,
And there never fear us we'll give you hot stuff,
Note. Shirley and Pepperell's regiments being made
prifoners at Ofwego, and the cloathing of Lafcelles's
regiment taken by Monf. Chateleaut, the cloathing
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I.
N the garb of Old Gaul, and fire of Old
IN Rome,
we come;
From the heath-cover'd mountains of Scotia
[gain,
Where the Romans endeavor'd our country to
But our ancestors fought, and they fought not
in vain.
CHORUS.
[caufe,
Such our love of liberty, our country and our
Like our ancestors of old, we'll ftand by free-
dom's laws;
We'll boldly fight like heroes bright for honour
and applaufe,
And defy the French and Spaniards to alter
our laws..
II.
No effeminate cuftoms our finews embrace,
No luxurious tables enervate our race;
Our loud-founding pipe bears the true martial
ftrain,
So do we the old Scottish valour retain.
Such our love of liberty, &c.
III.
We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale,
Are fwift as the roe that the hound doth affail;
As the full moon in autumn our fhields do
appear,
Minerva would dread to encounter our fpear.
Such our love of liberty, &c.
IV.
As a ftorm on the ocean when Boreas blows,
So are we enrag'd when we rufh on our foes;
We fons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks,
Dafh the force of our foes with our thund'ring
ftrokes.
Such our love of liberty, &c.
Quebec

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SONGS,
V.
Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of Old
France,
In their troops fondly boafted till we did advance
But when our claymores they faw us produce,
Their courage did fail, and they fu'd for a truce.
Such our love of liberty, &c.
**
NEW HEARTS of OA K.
I.
HAT mortals on earth can with Britons
compare,
WHAT
The rivals of both in commerce and war;
Our foldiers and failors all heroes furpafs,
And our caftles of wood ftand like caftles of brafs
Hearts of oak are our fhips,
Hearts of oak are our men,
We always are ready,
Steady boys fteady,
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
II.
The fame of our arms both the Indies have
known,
And oft have been aw'd by our naval renown;
For glory we've raníack'd the globe all around,
To furnish new conquefts, new worlds must be
found.
Hearts of oak, &c.
III.
But know we're not merely the lords of the feas
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Proud Nabobs to us owe their title to rule,
And when we've a mind can dethrone the Mogul..
Hearts of oak, &c.
IV.
See proud Pondicherry, the pride of the eaft,
Where late mighty Lally defiance exprefs'd;
To Britain a conqueft now eafily falls,
In fpight of her boafted impregnable walls.
Hearts of oak, &c.
V.
America's Iflands cur thunder alarms,
And all its vaft continent bows to our arms;
While bravely in Europe our heroes advance,
And Hodgfon and Keppel ftrike terror to France.
Hearts of oak, &c.
VI.
If e'er the Monfieurs fhould attempt to invade,
We'll deem it no more than a martial parade;
At their Quixote invafions we always fhall fmile
And bid them remember the fate of Bellifle.
Hearts of oak, &c.
etett
BRITONS STRIKE HOME.
I.
TO arms! your enfigns ftraight difplay,
Now fet the battle in array;
The oracle for war declares,
Succefs depends upon your hearts and spears.
II.
Britons ftrike home,
Revenge your country's wrongs,
Fight and record
Yourfelves in D:uid fongs.
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TA SONGS,
Sung by Mrs. Pinto, in Artaxerxes.
THE
HE foldier tir'd of war's alarms,
Forfwears the clang of hoftile arms,
And fcorns the fpear and fhield:
But if the brazen trumpet found,
He burns with conqueft to be crown'd,
And dares again the field..
Sung in Almena.
HE martial hoft, and tented plain,
May fright the poor and timid fwain,
Who never felt ambitious fire;
But nothing awes, or fhould controul,
The truly great, undaunted foul,
That dares to empire's height afpire.
A
I.
Rife from your urns, and fave your dying
ftory;
Your deeds will be in dark oblivian drown'd,
For mighty William feizes all your glory..
II.
Again the British trumpet founds,
Again Britannia bleeds;
To glorious death, or comely wounds,
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III.
Pay us, kind Fate, the debt you owe,
Celeftial minds from clay unite;
Let coward fpirits dwell below,
And only give the brave to die.
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The HEROIC FAIR.
I.
AWAY with foft fighs! our danger alarms!
Our country folicits our fmiles to its aid;
Let our beauty infpirit its vot'ries to arms,
And heroes alone win the hearts of the maid.
II.
Laft month my dear Colin, with tear-fwimming
eyes,
Prefs'd my hand, while he look'd a whole vo-
lume of woe;
Ev'n then (for my heart never wore a difguife)
If you love me, faid I, go and conquer the foe.
III.
Go and rufh to the fight, go and conquer the foe;
Securing your country's, fecure your own blifs,
Love fhall nerve your bold arm, love fhall profper
each blow,
And the ruin of france fhall procure you a kifs.
IV.
Go, then! He obey'd, refolv'd not to ftay,
But prefs'd my lips firft; how elfe cou'd we part?
I figh'd him fuccefs, as the youth went away;
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V.
If by my example my fex was infpir'd,
No nation would dare to provoke British rage;
Our Swains with true courage would always be
fir'd,
And our fmiles create Heroes in every age.
OH! what joys does conqueft yield,
When, returning from the field,
In triumphant ftate we fee
The god-like hero crown'd with victory!
Laurel wreaths his head furrounding,
Banners waving in the wind;
Fame her golden trumpet founding,
Ev'ry voice in chorus join'd;
All uniting to proclaim
Th' immortal honours of his name. inom
A
I
The SOLDIER's FAREWELL.
RECITATIVE.
ROUS'D by the drum, the fignal to away,
Ready to march, fee Soldier WILL obey;
Clofe to his fide his much-lov'd MOLL appears,
Her hair dishevel'd, red her eyes with tears:
Her belly prominent, too plainly fhews,
Not vain her grief, not vain alas! her woes;
With loving arms fhe clafp'd him to her breaft,
And thus her withes, thus her fears exprefs'd.
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AIR.
dach mor
a bim A
Tune,-Long had the French Navy.A
And muft my dear William fail over the main?
I fear, ah! I fear I fhall fee thee no more;
In my mind I behold the broad enfigns difplay'd,
The men all in order for battle array'd;
The trumpet gives notice for fight to prepare,
I die at the thoughts on't, I fink with defpair.
CHORUS, The trumpet, &c.
Should heaven affift thee against the proud foe,
And conqueft the laurel of vict'ry beftow!
Safe return'd to my arms thonld I fee thee again
Efcap'd from the conteft where thouſands are flain
How bleft will my fate be,---while many muft
mourn,
For thoſe whom grim death won't permit to re-
turn;
My fpirits revive, fafe from war's dread alarms,
My William with glory fhall blefs thefe fond arms.
RECITATIVE.
WILL, in whofe breaft each manly virtue fhone,
With fympathizing forrow heard her moan;
Fift wiped the tears that ftarted in his eyes,
And then to calm her forrow thus he tries.
AIR.
Tune,---What Cheer, my boneft Mefs-Mate.
Ne'er fear my deareft Molly,
But I fhall come again;
Tho' o'er the foaming ocean,
I fail against proud Spain:
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From death kind Heav'n will guard me,
Amid the dire alarms,
And fafe again reftore me,
Unto thy faithful arms.
Then grieve not, I muft leave you,
'Tis only for a while;
To England foon I fhall return,
With honour and with spoil;
Then banish forrow from thy heart,
That foe to all thy charms,
For fafely I fhall come again
Unto thy faithful arms.
****
A NEW ROAST BEEF.
To the old Tune.
I.
**
NOW Old England's Flag is Commander in
Chief,
[leaf,
With Monfieur our Monarch turn'd o'er a new
Down, down with French dishes, up, up with
Roast Beef.
II.
O the Roast Beef, &c.
In Flat-Bottoms, flily, thofe fchemers were
coafting,
[boafting,
They threaten'd Invafion, but fpite of their
No Ribs of Roaft Beef had they; but a Rib
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III.
While good English Beef, and good English
brown Beer,
Pleaſe our taftes, and each day on our tables
appear,
What more can we hope for, or what can we fear.
IV.
The Spaniards once ftrove, by the ftrength of
their Guns,
[Nuns,
To make us keep Lent, and to turn our Girls
But we still roaft our Beef, for we bafted the Dons.
V.
At Minorca indeed, tho' I fpeak it with grief,
Our garrifon fainted for want of relief,
They grew out of hopes as they grew out of Beef.
VI.
But at Minden, well fed, why we there fac'd
about,
Right and Left, Van and Rear, Foot and Horfe
put to rout;
They wou'd be in our Beef-but, avaft, they
were out.
VII.
To plunder our Cupboards, France fent the
Breft Fleet,
We a belly-full gave them without any meat;
They then fold their Plates 'caufe they'd nothing
to eat.
VIII.
We came, faw, and conquer'd, the French
Lilies droop,
[loupe,
Louifbourg, Montreal, Martinique, Guada-
Their Towns we tofs'd up, juft as they fwallow
Soup.
IX.
By the ftrength of our Beef we our Bulkwarke
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As Liberty's firft-born, and Lords of the Main;
And thofe deeds are witnefs'd by France and by:
Spain.
X.
All Knights, by their Titles, in Heraldry fhine,
Nay, Writers Romantic have filed fome divine,.
But what are their Sirs to Old England's Sir-loin..
XI.
Let us honour this Dish, 'tis in dignity chief,
For garnish will give it the nobleft relief:
Here's LIBERTY, LOYALTY,-aye, and
ROAST BEEF.
O the Roast Beef, &c.
Lad
Tune,---God fave the King..
ehold has 100
I.
FLEET, fpread thy canvafs wing ;
Fly and freih laurels bring
From hoftile fhores :
Wide o'er the western main
Thy wonted rights maintain,.
Whilft, in the loudeft, ftrain,
Thy thunder roars.
II.
See Howe's flag waving high,,
See vict'ry round him fly, bawat pm 77
And fay advance!
"O for fome facrifice!"
(That great Commander cries),
Rife, my brave tars, arife
And humble France!
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III.
** Treafon in black array,
Cannot your hearts difmay,
"Tho' danger rolls.
"To conqueft then afpire!.
Be glory our defire-
"Rebellion must retire
"Before fuch fouls.
IV.
"Maintain Britannia's caufe-----
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Revenge infulted laws,
"Midft war's alarms.
"For unborn Britons right,
"For GEORGE, and freedom fight;;
And crush, with loyal might,
. Traitors in arms!"
*
Additions to the original Roast Beef of Old England
By a LA D Y.
After the fourth Stanza.
V.
MA
BRAVE Edward the third, for his courage
renown'd,
His fon at fixteen, who with laurels was crown'd
Eat beef with their armies, fo never gave ground.
Oh the Roaft Beef, &c.
VI.
The Henries fo famous in ftory of old,-
The fifth conquer'd France, and the feventh
we're told,
Eftablish'd a band to eat beef and be bold.
AnidT
ball
bol Oh the Roast Beef, &c. O
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VII.
The French and the Dutch, who 'gainft Mafons
combine,
On fallad and butter forever may dine,
Whilft Brothers in England ne'er wants a fir-
loin.
Oh the Roaft Beef. &c.
VIII.
When good Queen Elizabeth, &c.
IX.
In thoſe days if fleets, &c.
X.
King James when he travell'd the throne to
afcend.
In Yorkshire, was pleas'd this good difh to com-
mend,
And made it a Knight as hiftorians pretend.
Oh the Roaft Beef, &c.
A MEDLEY for the LIGHT-INFANTRY.
By a SOLDIER.
Tune--- When I drain the rofy bowl."
SOLDIER whilft the flowing bowl
Warms your heart and cheers your foul,
Let me to your mind recall
Scenes familiar to us all,
In the gloomy foreft's fhade,
Where your weary limbs you've laid,
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Think you fee the nights again,
When, amid the rattling rain,
Some of Britain's light-arm'd troops
Sit around their fires in groups;
Some, in wigwams feeking reft,
With the toiling march oppreft,
Sleep the ftormy night away,
Heedlefs of the coming day.
Listen to that fwelling noife!
'Tis the bugle's warlike voice,
Which, in accents loud and clear,
Warns us that the foe is near:
War to noble minds has charms;
See the Light-Bobs fpring to arms,
Form and march without delay,
Pleas'd the fummons to obey.
(Away to the copfe.)
Behold with what ardor to action they prefs,
They dash into cover with glee;
Infulted Britannia they wish to redrefs,
And fet fad America free:
Thro' thickets and marshes they patiently go,
Till darknefs gives way to the morn ;-
Affail'd by a volley, to clofe with the foe
They rufh-at the found of the horn.
The Rebels retire till no fheltering tree
A culprit from vengeance conceals;
'Tis then that, unlike to Achilles, they fee
Their only defence is their heels:
When over the plain, and across a ravine,
On pinions of fear they are borne,
Tho' boldeft when fafelt, they hear with chagrine
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The Britons o'er ev'ry obftruction purfue,
And dauntlessly force the ravine;
In turning the flanks of the fanatic crew
Their difciplin'd courage is feen :
Thro' fulphur'ous clouds and lead fo'rs they
proceed
To charge!-Now difmay'd and forlorn,
The traitors, transfix'd by the bayonet, bleed!!
Triumphant's the found of the horn!
(Hofier's Ghost.)
Mark yon wretch fubmiffive bending,
In whofe features fhame and grief
Mixt with terror feem contending;
That was late a Rebel Chief:
"Give me quarter," hear him crying,
"I befeech you on my knee!
"I am not prepared for dying
Since my country's wrong'd by me."
For your vows and treaties breaking
"Tho' your forfeit life fhou'd pay,
Rife---it is not worth my taking,'
(Hear the gen'rous victor fay :)
"Give this leffon due attention
"If you wou'd be truly free,
Help to quell this dire contention,
"Take your country's part like me,
(Lumps of Pudding.)
We've fhewn them full oft' of what ftuff we are
made,
As often unmerited mercy difplay'd;
But thou'd they perfift, we'll our pity reftrain,
And probe to the quick the approaching cam-
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M.
"Then hence with all theadbare difputes for this
night;
To laugh there's a feafon, as well as to fight;
And one at a time is enough by my foul,
And fo brother foldier-about with the bowl.
The CHORUS of WARRIORS.
In the Mafque of PRINCE ARTHUR.
COM
The Mufic by PURCEL.O
OME if you dare, our trumpets found.
Come if you dare our foes rebound;
We come, we come, we come, we come,
Says the double, double, double beat of the
thund'ring drum.
Now they charge on amain, now they rally again,
The gods from above the mad labour behold,
And pity mankind that will perifh for gold.
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I.
THE heroes preparing to finish the war,
And bid to the camp, to the camp an adieu;
Now fheath up their fwords, and rejoice O ye fair,
To think, to think of returning to you.
II.
With fmiles then ye laffes embellish your charms,
Your lovers with rapture, with rapture will
come;
O! take the brave fellows then clofe to your arms,
And tenderly, tenderly welcome them home.
Of

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OF good English Beer our fongs let's raiſe,
We've a right by our freedom's charter ;
And follow our brave forefathers ways,
Who liv'd in the days of King Arthur.
Of thofe gallant days loud fame has told,
Beer gave the ftout Britons fpirit;
In love they ſpoke truth, In war they were bold,
And flourish'd by dint of merit.
CHORUS.
Then like them crown our bowls,
Our plenteous brown bowls,
And take them off clever,
To all true English fouls,
And Old England, Old England, for ever,
Huzza! Old England for ever,
Huzza! Old England for ever,
Old England, Old England,
Huzza! Old England for ever.
The glory in love, or war they won.
By battles and fieges, and fallies,
Was the happy effects of their own
Good beer and roaft beef in their bellies;
All foreign attempts they did difdain,
So fir'd with refolution;
For liberty they'd bleed ev'ry vein,
To keep their own conftitution,
Cho. Then like them crown our bowls, &c.
Like them let us fill, and drink, and fing,
To all who our ftate are aiding;
To commerce, that our wealth does bring,
And every branch of our trading:
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By commerce all grandeur we fuftain,
That makes a powerful nation:
Then let us agree, and with vigour maintain
Our trade and our navigation.
Cho. Then like them crown our bowls, &c.
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The SAILOR'S RANT.
I.
HOW pleafant a failor's life paffes,
Who roams o'er the wat'ry main ;
No treaſure he ever amaffes,
But chearfully fpends all his gain.
We're ftrangers to party and faction,
To honour and honefty true;
And would not commit a bad action,
for power or profit in view.
CHORUS.
Then why fhould we quarrel for riches,
Or any fuch glittering toy?
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches
Goes thorough the world, my boy.
II.
The world is a beautiful garden,
Enrich'd with the bleffings of life,
The toiler with plenty rewarding,
Which plenty too often breeds ftrife.
When terrible tempefts affail us,
And mountainous billows affright;
No grandeur or wealth can avail us,
But fkilful induftry fteers right.
Then why fhould, &c.
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III.
The courtier's more fubject to dangers,-
Who rules at the helm of the ftate,
Then we, to all politics ftrangers,
Who 'fcape the fnares laid for the great.-
The various bleffings of nature,
In various climates we try,
No mortal than us can be greater,
Who merrily live till we die,
Then why fhould &c.
HOSE beft fons of Britain bold open and
TH
brave,
[wave,
Who dare the loud tempeft and ftem the rough
Theirs is the found bottom on which to rely,
And theirs the firm heart that will conquer or die.
'Tis our country that calls us, her voice we obey,
When fhe wants our aid fhall a failor fay nay;
With the foes of Old England our rulers may
cope,
While a fword we can brandifh or handle a rope.
Dare the coxcomb in heart dare the capering
flave,
Defpife us plain fellows whom freedom makes
brave,
For Britain fhall find us, both body and foul,
As true to her caufe as the fteel to the pole.
Huzza, huzza gallant hearts let the triflers
behold,
Such Englishmen now as they fled from of old;
From the miftrefs we own from the Monarch
we ferve,
No

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No diftance no danger fhall e'er make us fwerve.
Let landmen delight in deceit and grimace,
Attempt at your throat while they laugh in your
face;
Too honeft for art, and too gallant for guile,
We hate where we frown, as we love where we
fmile.
SHE. AND canft thou leave thy Nancy,
And quit thy native fhore?
It comes into my fancy
I ne'er fhall fee thee more.
HE. Yes I must leave my Nancy,
To humble haughty Spain;
Let fears ne'er fill thy fancy,
For we fhall meet again.
SHE. Amidft the foaming billows,
Where thund'ring cannons roar,
You'll think on thefe green willows,
And with yourſelf on fhore.
HE. I fear no land nor water,
I fear no fword or fire,
But fweet revenge and flaughter,
Are all that I defire.
SHE. May guardian Gods protect thee,
From water, fire and fteel;
And may no fears affect thee,
Like thofe which now I feel,
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HE. I leave to Heaven's protection,
My life, my only dear!
You have my foul's affection,
So ftill conclude me here..
A
DIEU for a while to the town and its trade
Adieu to the meadows and rake,
Our country my boys calis aloud for our aid,
And fhall we that country for fake.
It never was known, that true hearts like our own
From hardships or hazards wou'd flinch,
Let our foes then unite, we will fhew them in
fight,
What Briton's can do at a pinch.
A flave may he be who will not agree,
To join with his neighbour and fing,
That the brave and the free fuch Britons are we
Live but for their Country and King.
A FORE-CASTLE SONG.
Tune,-How happy cou'd I be with either.
I.
Do you fee, as a Sailor, I'll heave off
A bit of a fong in my way,
But, if you don't like it I'll leave off,
I foon can my bawling belay,
Odd

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Odd Lingos Muficianers write in,
Concerning Flats, Sharps, and all that;
We Seamen are sharp in our fighting,
And as to the Frenchmen they're flat.
II.
Outlandish folks tickle your ears
With Solos, and fuch fort of ftuff,
Sid Loo
We Tars have no more than Three Cheers,
Which French folks think mufic enough.
Thro' Canada loudly 'twas rung,
Then echo'd on Senegal's fhore,
At Guadaloupe merrily fung,
And Martinique chorus'd Encore.
III.
At Havre we play'd well our parts,
Though our Game they pretended to fcoff,
For Trumps we turn'd up English Hearts,
They threw down their Cards and ſheer'd off
They have met with their match now they feel;
Their Shuffling and Cutting we check;
They were lurch'd at Crown-Point, and loft Deal,
And faith they got flamm'd at Quebec.
gave
IV.
Our mufic French folks the vapours,
It took an odd turn on Conflans;
We knew they were all fond of Capers,
So fet up an old English dance.
"Twas Britons ftrike home that we founded,
By the ftrength of that tune they were trounc'd,
The Tididols looking confounded,
While Hawke faith their feather-heads pounc'd.
V.
Our inftruments always do wonders,
From Round-tops we give ferenades;
Our Organs are twenty-four pounders,
Our Concerts are brisk Cannonades.
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For Cooks, tho'f the French folks are neater,
Our meffes they never can beat,
Our diſhes have fo much Salt-petre,
And as to our Balls they're forc'd-meat.
VI.
God blefs our King GEORGE with Three
[Cheers, Sirs,
And God bless his CONSORT, Amen.
In part times we've drubb'd the Mounfeers, Sirs,
For paftime we'll drubb them again.
There's one thing I have more to fay,-Tho'
Beyond feas, my boys, we'll o'ercome,
If you'll give Old England fair play, tho'
And keep yourfelves quiet at home.
AT
I.
T length, too foon, dear creature
Receive this fond adieu!
Thy pains, ah love, how bitter!
Thy joys how fhort-how few!
No more thine eyes fo killing
Shall melting looks repeat,
Nor bofom gently fwelling
To love's foft tumults beat.
II.
Two paffions ftrongly pleading
My tortured breaft divide;
Lo! here my country bleeding!
And there a weeping bride!
But know thy faithful lover
Can true to either prove-
Fame fires my foul all over,
Yet ev'ry pulfe beats love.
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III.
I go where glory bids me,
Aad points the dangerous way;
Tho' coward love upbraids me
Yet honour fays, obey;
But honour's boaſted ſtory
Too foon theſe tears reprove,
And whilper "Fame and glory,
"Ah! what are ye to love ?"
IV.
Then know where e'er I wander,
The fport of feas and wind,
No diftance hearts can funder
Whom mutual love hath join'd:
Kind Heav'n the brave requiting
Thy foldier fhall reftore;
And raptures crown the meeting
Which love ne'er felt before.
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W
A
W
I
El A
Farewell, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty
Maggy,
And a' the rofy laffes milking on the down:
Adieu the flowery meadows, aft fae dear to Jocky,
The ſports and merry glee of Edinborrow town;
Since French and Spanish lowns ftand at bay,
And valiant lads of Britain hold 'em play,
My reap-hook I maun caft away,
And fight too like a man,
toon
Among 'em for our royal Queen Anne. A
Each carle of Irish mettle battles like a dragon:
The Germans waddle, and ftraddle to the drum;
The Italian and the butter bowy Hogan Mogan:
Good-faith then, Scottish Jocky mauna ly at
P
For
hame:

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For fince they are ganging to hunt renown,
And fwear they'll quickly ding auld Monfieur
down,
crown,
I'll follow for a pluck at his
To fhew that Scotland can
Excell 'em for our royal Queen Anne.
Then welcome from Vigo,
And cudgelling Don Deigo,
With ftrutting rafcallions,
And plundering the Galleons:
Each brifk valiant fellow
Fought at Rondondellow,
And thofe who did meet
on T
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HA
Worst as T
With the Newfoundland fleet;
When for late fucceffes,
Which Europe confeffes,
At land by our gallant commanders;
The Dutch with strong beer,
Shou'd be drunk for a year,
Siilib of
bai
bu A
With their General's health in Flanders.
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​The LILLIES of FRANCE. A
I.
voih A
ogled T
THE Lillies of France and the fair English roſe
Could never agree as old hiftory fhows;
But our Edwards and Henries thofe lillies have
torn,
And in their rich ftandards thofe enfigns have
borne,
To fhew that Old England, beneath her ftrong
lance,
Can humble the pride and the glory of France,
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II.
What wou'd the Monfieurs ? wou'd they know
how they ran?
Why look at the annals of glorious Queen Anne!
We beat 'em by fea and we beat them by land,
When Marlborough and Ruffel enjoy'd the
command.
We'll beat 'em again, boys! fo let them advance;
Old England defpifes the infults of France.
III.
Why, let the grand Monarch affemble his hoft,
And threaten invafion on England's fair coaft:
We bid them defiance; fo let them come on:
Have at them! their bufinefs will quickly be done.
Monfieurs, we will teach you a newEnglish dance,
To our grenadier's march, that fhall frighten
all France.
IV.
Let's take up our mufkets and gird on our fwords
And, Monfieurs, you'll find us as good as our
words:
Beat drums, trumpets found, and huzza for our
King!
A
Then welcome Bellifle, with what troops thou
canft bring!
Huzza! for Old England, whofe ftrong-pointed
lance
Shall humble the pride and the glory of France.
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An ANTIGALLICAN SONG.
I.
YE fons of freedom! hail, the day
When firft our order refe;
To

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To chafe corruption's cloud away,
And venal arts oppofe:M
Grant Heav'n, that o'er the nation
Our principles may fpring!
The fureft prefervation
Of country and of King.
II.
Let France our lion's rage provoke ;;
What Antigaul's afraid?
Lo Fofter gives the noble ftroke,
To crush her India trade:
He comes, the Fates reftore him;
Propitious breathe, ye gales!
Fame leads the way before him,
And glory fills the fails.
III.
Great George, for whom our bofoms glow,
Send all thy ftatefmen here;
Thy minifters more wife fhall grow;
All courtiers more fincere.
True honour fhall infpire them,
The Gallic race to brand,
And patriot love fhall fire them,
To fave this martial land.
IV.
Tho' Spain fhou'd Gallia's pride affift,
No honeft heart will fail;
Our thunder fhall their force refift;
The British crofs prevail.
Tho' fome our wrongs wou'd fmother,
Yet we'll thofe wrongs refent.
Here's a health to every brother,
And to our prefident.
The Captain of the Antigallican Privateer.
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On THUR O T's Expedition.
Tune-When Britain first at Heaven's command..
I.
OLD Neptune from the furging main,.
Thus hail'd his lov'd, his fav'rite ifle;
The fportive fea-nymphs of his train,
This lively chorus fung the while..
Britons your courage now difplay,
And conqueft fhall your toil repay.
11. o don
My fons renown'd for deeds of arms,
Now, now, affert your country's right;
The haughty foe with fierce alarms,
Once more provokes you to the fight.
HI.
Invidious France one effort more,
Her laft refource, by Thurot tries;
Tho' weak, infults Hibernia's fhore,
Diffufing terror and furprize.
IV.
While, I from tempefts fmoothe the feas,
And bid impetuous ftorms fubfide;
Go-the wild rage of war appears,
T
dT
A
Go check fuch bold, fuch daring pride. T
V.
With conqueft crown'd again return,
Each grateful bard your praife fhall fing,
Or rear the trophy o'er the urn,
Of him who dy'd to fave his King..
VI.
Again fhall peace and plenty fmile, h
To crown with joy the induftrious fwain,
All Europe fhall revere your Ifle,
And hail you mafters of the main.
On
RA

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On the laft War with SPAIN.
Tune,-When Britain firft at Heaven's command.
J.
7Hen Celtiberia's tawny brood,
WHen
Of an augmented navy vain,
Dare injure Britain, on Briton's birth-right flood,
Shall tamely we the wrong fuftain ?
CHORUS.
Rife ye heroes, ye fea-bred heroes rife,
Nor let fuch foes your power defpife.
II.
Our hardy fires in battles fierce,
Ne'er unreveng'd lets infults go;
Then whilft our fathers we rehearſe,
Let ev'ry breaft with vengeance glow,
Rife, ye heroes, &c.
III.
"Tis Heav'n incens'd at Spain that flings,
To rage unjuft, each giddy brain; ANCE
Their crimes to punishment he brings,
And we muft fcourge them on the main.
Rife, ye heroes, &c.
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To their dominions utmoft end,
Let us this haughty foe purfue;
And our wide waiting thunders fend,
Quite from Gallicia to Peru.
Rife ye warriors, ye ftubborn hearts of fteel,
And let your foes your fury feel.
V.
The wachful dragon fhall in vain,
Their fruit of gold Hefperian guard,
By your Herculean valour flain, e ogg
His charge your toils fhall well reward.
Rife ye warriors, &c.
Their

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Their treafures fhall our triumphs grace,
Their waining navy ours increafe;
Till they, like Gallia's crafty race,
Shall trembling fue in vain for peace.
Rife ye warriors, &c.
M
A
TRU
On the KING'S BIRTH DAY.
I.
RUMPETS awake! begin the lay,
To welcome GEORGE'S natal day!
The day, as now, be ever dear,
To grace and mark the circling year.
II.
Flattery's voice be heard not here,
GEORGE from fuch would turn his ear;
We pour the grateful honeft lay,
To hail our Monarch's natal day.
III.
6T
good
Hark! they cry thro' all the plains,
GEORGE the friend of freedom reigns;
"In mirth, and dance, and roundelay,
"We'll keep the much lov'd annual day."
IV.
GEORGE to every Briton dear,
Himfelf a Briton, now muft hear,
Muft hear the duteous vows we pay,
Upon this blefs'd revolving day.
V.
GEORGE the praife of every tongue,
May'ft thou reign and rule us long;
Whilft all thy bright example fee,
And ardent ftrive to copy thee!
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YAAS ONGS,
VI.
When battles fhall no more appear,
That croud the great important year,
May thy fatiguing labours ceafe,
And thou enjoy, who giv'it us peace.
VII.
Beauty adds her with and care,,
('Tis thine to guard and blefs the fair)
That years may roll in finiling train,
may roll in
And glories brighten all thy reign!
VIII.
To GEORGE the good our notes we raife,
Oft be thefe returning days!
Let us fhout, let echo ring,
Long, O! long live GEORGE our King.
ون
To the KING.
I.
W what loftier fubject can Apollo chufe,
HO can attempt a more exalted theme,
Than thee, O GEORGE? Afar thy virtues gleam,
Awaken glory, and infpire the mufe.
II.
Nor fhall the mufe a nobler Monarch find,
A Monarch worthier of eternal fame;
Endow'd with juftice and a virtuous mind,
Richer in honour and a glorious name.
III.
In vain exulting foes against thee arm,
Whilst mightier Heav'n defeats their dark
defigns,
The godhead's love preferves thee free from harm,
Smiles on thy reign, and round thoſe iſlands
fhine.
The

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The SOLDIER's LAMENTATION for the
Death of the brave Marquis of GRANBY.
A BALLA D.
N
A
BA
Tune,-To all ye Ladies now at Land. M
SAY
I.
AY foldier wherefore drops that tear?
What forrow frets your brow?
Once foremoſt in the ranks of war
Why droops your courage now?
Ah me! I have full caufe to mourn,
The great, the gallant Granby's gone. W
Du Fal, lal, &c.
II.
No more that valiant heart fhall beat,
Or fir'd at danger's fight,
With noble frenzy fpring to meet
The fury of the fight.
Cold is that heart alas! as ftone!
T
Cold all our hearts now Granby's gone. A
III.
Fal. lal, &c.
A
Where e'er wars thunders loudest roll'd,
His conqu'ring troops he led;
By him infpir'd, cowards grew bold,
And for him bravely bled.
Our war's great polar ftar he fhone-
Who'll lead us now our Granby's gone?
IV.
Fal, lal, &c.
Deep rooted in his gen'rous heart,
Each tender paffion dwelt ;
That eye which cold difmay cou'd dart,
At pity's tale would melt.
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Unnum-

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Unnumbered widows, orphans, moan!
"Our father, friend, our Granby's gone."
Fal, lal, &c.
V.
Ah Rutland, on this mortal ftage,
All comfort may'ft thou have!
May peace and patience footh thine age,
And 'tend thee to thy grave!
Bleft Angels when life's fcene is done
Shall waft thee where your Granby's gone.
*
Fal, lal, &c.
VI.
And thou, Sweet Charles, whofe gentle breaft,
With all thy father glows;
With thee our future hopes we reft,
With thee our cares repofe.
Take, take us, we are all your own,
We'll live for you, now Granby's gone.
VII.
Fal, lal, &c.
But hark the drum, it calls to arms!
Proud Spain fhall feel our rage,
At Granby's name each bofom warms,
And eager pants t'engage.
His awful fhade fhall lead us on,
And horror blaft the haughty Don.
Ode to the GENIUS of IRELAND.
I.
ERNE's Genius deign to fmile.
IE
And with thy fmiles our bofom cheer;
* Lord Rous, then at Eton School.
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O ftill protect this much lov'd ifle, have no
Propitious grant this pious prayer.
May Hibernia ever be
nd lade
The feat of arts and Liberty.lan b
II.
A
Albion reigns, the world's great Queen, hieT
And glory rears her ftandard there;
She fmiles, and all is quite ferene,
She frowns and realms are ftruck with fear.
May Hibernia ever be
The feat of arts and Liberty. 16VI
III.
May Ireland to its power increaſe,
And ftill in trade and wealth advance,
Be bold in war be bleft in peace,
And rife upon the fall of France,
May Hibernia ever be
The feat of arts and Liberty.
444444
In Honour of the QUEEN'S CORONATION.
I.
WHEN CHARLOTTE plow'd the azure
W Main,
Around each fea-green Triton hung;
Each lovely Neriad join'd her train,
And thus prophetic Neptune fung.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never fhall be flaves,
II.
A Monarch bleft by ev'ry power,
That guards the brave, the free, the good,
Impatient waits to hail the hour,
That crowns thee miftrefs of the flood.
You

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.
III.
Yon favour'd Ifles whofe wide domain,qo
Spreads far as ocean fwells his tide, uhinjor
Shall boaft the glories of thy reign,
And make their fovereign's choice their pride.
IV.
To diftant times, th' hiftoric page,
Shall George's wond'rous acts furvey;
How Gallia funk beneath his rage,
And Britain own'd his milder fway.
V. Himar
Nor fhall the lafting bleffings ceafe,
When time fhall late transfer the crown,
From thee fhall fpring a numerous race,
To hand ten thouſand virtues down.
***
The MILITIA MA N.
I.
BY
Your conduct abroad and our councils at home
We've fo cow'd the poor French, and fo
humbl'd proud Rome,
That they darn't look up: why let's keep 'em
ftill down,
For the honour of Britain, the right of the crown.
They are rafcally foes;
Then, O follow them clofe ;
And fecond the blow,
That lately you know,
Was dealt them by Pruffia, that fon of renown:
Their daftardly bands,
Shrink under our hands;
To no gallant deeds can their armies be ftir'd:
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Triumphant then fing,
And make the air ring,
With blefs, blefs the King!
Our guardian!-our father!---our friend George
the third !
II.
We all are free born, and as fuch let's behave,
With hearts, hands, and purfes, 'gainft fool,
tool, and knave.
O Pope! O Pretender! O Monarch of France!
Where, where are you now? you are fick of the
dance.
In our fovereign's right,
We prepare for the fight,
E'er our liberties fall,
Be militia-men all:
Turn our plough-fhares to fwords, and to meet
them advance.
Sound trumpet! beat drum!
Come Frenchmen! come! come!
Yet hear from a foe the advice of a word;
Starv'd fcoundrels beware;
For your fouls have a care;
He dies who firft dare
Set a foot on the bounds of King George the third.
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YE
As children of one king, be brethren in fight;
Let jealoufies die, and no more difagree,
Ye lords of the land, and ye lords of the fea.
For fuch are the titles each annal beftows,
On the bulwarks of Britain, and fcourge of her
foes.
YE

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I.
YE free born of Britain, rejoice ye, rejoice!
Shout, fhout, O ye millions, as 'twere with
a voice!
'Till the clamorous croud
Be fo joyfully loud,
That King Lewis the proud,
That monarch of fhadows, be fcar'd at our joys-
When at length from his fear
He recovers, and dare
To demand from what quarter the noife;
Then, O fay, fay, ye flaves,
"From the fons of the waves,
"From the brave, from the brave, from the brave,
brave boys."
II.
Then tell to your tyrant, O tell him the caufe,
Say our freedom and wealth, our land and our
laws,
Have been fo preferv'd
By King George the third.
With zeal we are ſtir'd,
His rights to protect and his honour to raiſe :
And that therefore we'll roar,
On this happy fhore,
'Till we ftrain all our throats to his praife.
To the Monarch 'tis due,
To our countryman too,
He's our first English king, for theſe many
fair days.
I.
7HEN England's free fcepter Elizabeth
fway'd,
WHEN
Then profper'd our armies, then flourish'd our
trade;
The

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The Frenchmen then fwagger'd, but fwagger'd
in vain,
Then bang came the thund'ring Armada of Spain
Oh, how did the mighty invincibles jeer;
But the fent the Don back with a flea in his ear:
And George, our young monarch, the third of
that name.
Her equal in fpirit, fhall equal her fame.
II.
'GainftHoward andRaleigh, Frobisher and Drake,
Yorke, Anfon, Hawke, Tyrrel and Saunders we
ftake;
For Effex and Cecil we've Granby and Pitt;
Then Britain, as ufual, triumphant fhall fit;
Her foldiers and failors, commanded aright;
Are able and eager as ever to fight:
That George their young monarch, the third of
that name,
As Gallant in fpirit, be equal in fame.
III.
The hardy bold Albions are fill what they were,
The afferters of right, the contemners of fear.
When country and king, and freedom invoke,
Like their bull-dogs they fight, and they ftand
like their oak.
Then Gallia your haughty bravadoes have done;
Our annals can fhow what our princes have won..
Great George our young monarch, the third of
that name,
Their equal in fpirit, fhall equal their fame.
IV.
At Agincourt, Creffy, Anjou and Poitiers,
Our Henry's and Edward's have cow'd you with
fears;
The force of thofe leaders, forget if you can,
With Ramilies, Blenheim, brave Marlbro' and
Anne:
Late

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SONGS,
Late Minden, Quebec, Senegal and Goree;
And fay, who fhall laugh then? is't you, firs,
fay,
or we?
Great George our young monarch, the third of
that name,
Shall conquer what's left ye, and fix his fair fame.
The JOLLY TAR.
WHY
I.
WHY not to the rendezvous venture?
Rot the gang!-odfblood, I'll enter;
Not like lazy lubbard roam,
To cheat the king and ftalk at home.
Lal, lal, &c.
II. PA Blod
To gallant Tyrrel, now on fhore,
I'll take myfelf and twenty more.
He, Watfon, and Bofcawen too,
They know full well what we can do,
III.
What Harry! Jack!--I'm glad you're come,
Moll bear a hand, and fetch the rum ;
Thou'rt almoft gone my honeft kag-
Here's to Britannia's flying flag.
IV.
And to each Captain bold and true,
Who ftands by us as I by you.
We'll lump them all who bear command,
But pox of cowards, fea and land.
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V.
de rit
ndbnA
Here's to the never flinching tar,
And to a fmart and glorious war,.
And to each kind good natur'd wench:
O blefs the king! and damn the French.m
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I.
"TWAS Auguft the feventh, at three in the
morning,
Our cannon 'gainft Cherburgh began for to
roar;
Never ftruck colours, our courage adorning,
Grenadiers hafted away to the fhore.
CHO. Such is the fport that we boys delight in,
Lead us well on, and we'll never fear
fighting.
II.
Midft fire and fmoke ftood our bold commodore,*
Balls flew around him, yet ne'er did he wince;
Serene were his orders on every fcore,
And clofe by my Lord fought bold Edward
the prince.
III.
No more the French monarch his Cherburgh
can boast,
So hurtful to England for many a year;
The fhipping all burnt, the works hatter'd and
toft,
And drove by explofion into the air. 3
IV.
Some fay that our prince was too gallantly bold,
A fault we muft own, but a fault we approve;
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*The gallant Lord Howe.
It

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It runs in the family as I've been told,
And that has fecur'd them his country's true
love.
V. boog bald dans of bre
Firm in the praife of your worthy commanders,
Soldiers and failors, O make the air ring;
Eaft or Weft-Indies, French coaft or Flanders,
Revenge the brave Dury and honour the King.
I.
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COME cheer up my noble hearts of gold,
And let it ne'er be faid,
That British failors once fo bold,
Should ever be afraid.
Your king and country on you call
Moft valiantly to fight,
And do expect you one and all,
To do your country right.
II.
Fear not, my lads, fince 'tis your lot,
To have Sir Edward Hawke,
Who'll make the monfieur go to pot,
And not his country baulk.
He will be true unto his king,
And to his nation too,
And in the ears of France fhall ring,
A peal fhall make them rue.
III,
Exert yourſelves when danger's nigh,
And ye fhall fure prevail,
And make Britannia's foes to fly,
And in their turn, turn tail;
So

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So fhall you to yourfelves procure
Both glory and renown,
In rendering folid and fecure
Your gracious monarch's throne.
IV.
Our English HAWKE fhall let them know,
He is the bird of prey,
That will not let the French cock crow,
But make him run away:
Or if he dares maintain the fight,
He'll pluck the coxcomb off,
Or ftrip him of his feathers quite,
And render him a fcoff.
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pemod
I.
AT mean you Shon Englishman you make
VAT
A medis great poder,
Wit your beef and your puthen, your dis, dat and
dother?
Pray vat do you mean, Sir, hit the Frenchmen
In de teef,
[beef.
Wit your beef and your puthen, your puthen and
Derry down, down, &c.
II.
Vat do' we've no beef nor puthen to eat,
We have de fine frogs dat be very cood meat;
We make de friggafce wit de bon foup and fallet,
Which very well fuits wit de grand Frenchman's
Voo pallet.
III.
You fay dat your beef make wou ne'er fear de gon,
But remember Shon English, we make you to run
After us at Blenheim and Malplaquet battles,
Where de gons they did roar, and de drums they
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IV.
But now we muft tell a you with much.com-
plaifance, ol Sys
We intended to have paid you one vifit from
France;
And if Monfir HAWKE would have let us come
Over
In our flat-bottom'd boats, we,d landed juft at
Dover.
Agh V.
But de de'el pick de HAWKE, he will not fly away,
But in de Breft harbour oblige us to stay,
Come fquinting and peeping, and play his mad
frolick,
Which gave our poor failors von fit of the cholick.
VI.
But now me vill tell you vat come bye and bye,
Our Admiral.he take out his glafs for to fpy;
He holloa's, trufs up boys, dere's nothing to fear,
Shon English begone, and de coaft it be clear.
VII.
Den we fail'd out amain, and we thought to do
fomething,
But the dogs come again, and vid balls big as
bumpkin,
They pounce us and pelt us, and make fuch a
clatter,
Dat two or three of our fhips fell down in the vater.
VIII.
W
Den Monfir Conflans was in a very great paffion,
And thought he'd do fomething for the honour
of his nation;
Y
He boldly commands without more delay,
You dogs take to your heels, and let's all run
away.
So bib
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A
HISTORY of the WAR.
Tune: Come here falfe fair, &c.
RISE Britannia ftrike th' attentive ear, M
With our brave deeds perform'd in mo-
dern war;
Sing how thy fons, warm'd with thy grandfires
fire,
To conqueft, wealth, and glory re-afpire.
The goddefs hears and fmiles; elate to tell,
How Albion rofe to fame, how Gallia fell,
Tune: Give ear to a frolickfome ditty,
Come liften a-while to my ftory,
'Tis fit for true Britons to hear,
How England refumed her glory,
And Frenchmen refumed their fear.
Tune ---The Attic fire.
When gentle peace's olive branch,s s
Had ftill'd our jars with faithlefs France,
Britons their arms lay by; d
But France, whofe faith is all a joke,
The facred bond of honour broke,
And ev'ry treaty's tie.
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Tune---The Twitcher.
Then fays our good king,
Πα
"Tis a very hard thing,
Friend Lewis fhould be fo uncivil: LA
Since all bounds he o'er leaps,
I will feize all his fhips,
And blow all his forts to the devil, brave
boys, &c.
Tune --If you had but liften to what, &c.
Then ftrait he fent out as brave a train,
As ever courted fame on land or main ;
Their mighty acts will dignify my fong;
Some I'll repeat, for all would be too long.
T
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Tune

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Tune---Watkin's breeches.
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Have you not heard how Marlbro' burnt
Their fhipping at St. Maloes;
Maloes, Maloes, fhipping at St. Maloes;
Stores, provifions, fhips and all,
He burned at St. Maloes.
Tune --Ally-Croaker.
This work when compleated, with hearts void
of fear, fir,
To Cherburgh their courfe they directly did
fteer, fir,
To Cherburgh, whofe works, near an age had
employed, fir,
But in one Glorious day, was by us, fure, de-
ftroy'd fir:
But first we fent a trumpeter on feeing their
alarm fir,
To tell them our bufinefs in order and form fir.
Tune---Lord Thomas he was a bold forrefter.
But when he came to Cherburgh gate
He knocked hard at the ring,
And who was fo ready as the Governor,
To let the bold trumpeter in.
What news, what news thou bold trumpeter,
What news doft thou bring unto me.
We're come to deftroy both your bafon and works
And that is bad news for thee.
Tune---'Tis woman that feduces all mankind.
Confounded at the news, with meagre face,
Thus the poor governor bewail'd his cafe.
Tune---The charge is prepar'd.
The English are come, our fate is decree'd,
Ah! toutes les faintes aie pitie de nous !
Such force and fuch fhips fure no ftrength can
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Then farewell fair town, noble bafon adieu,
Morblieu! I must fly, would you could fo too;
Here fets our bright fun, here begins our difgrace
For the British with Irifh no Frenchman can
face.
Tune---Our goodly fhip fee was laden deep.
So the works we burnt and the ftores we funk,
And the governor he did run away;
And the flags we brought unto Old England,
For to fhow that we had won the day.
Tune---The Abbot of Canterbury.
brA
"Twas our brave forefathers renowned of yore,
Spread death and deftruction on falfe Gallia's
dofhore;
Thus our Edwards and Henries, our Bembows
and Shovels,
ben Stall
Us'd to thrash the French rafcals within their
own hovels.
Derry down, &c.
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NO peace with Frenchmen were I to direct,
But bang 'till you've bang'd them to pro-
per refpect.
To the
gates of Verfailles fhou'd our cannon ad-
vance,
And the grenadier's march fhould frighten all
France.
This my boys we'd do with glee
For Royal George and liberty,
George the third and liberty.
Come fill your glaffes, drink with me,
The words are George and liberty.
Let's

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108
Let's pay 'em and flay 'em on land and on main,"
We have, my lads, often, and why not again?
Their Creffy and Poiétiers and Agincourt fhew,
What we, boys, when pitted with Frenchmen
can do.
To action then, my boys, with glee, &c.
How oft we've been cheated by art and chicane.
But now we can tell them fuch efforts are vain :
That feuds are deftroy'd, and that party's a joke,
And now we're united, we're not to be broke.
But one and all will fight with glee, &c.
Whene'er the King pleafes to fay do it now,
Hawke, Tyrrel and Saunders, brave Granby and
2/ods Howe, it has br
Shall burn, fink, and plunder, and lower their
Mods will notes,
In fpite of the devil, and flat-bottom boats.
To deeds like thefe they'd go with glee, Sc.
See our rocks that defend us and taunt 'em with
fcorn,
See our prudent young monarch, to whom a fon's
born;
See, oftraitors regardless, he fmiles on his throne,
For he knows that each heart in his kingdom's
his own.
And that each arm would ftrike with glee, Sc.
blood do
FINI S.
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All in the Downs –
All in Ler fair requesterd cell.
Avast, my Boy, awart,
All hail to the King
As near Horts Bello lying
Auspicious spirits
trise great dead
Away with softsighs –
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Behold my brave Britons –
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From those eternal Regions
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God save great George
Gallant Sailor oft-
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Now little do the landmen know.
Now stands the glass around
Nosior with indignant sorrons
Mail England old England
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My dearest life
My Sager laddy is over
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Now the trade is so dull.
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Our glory renownd
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Jay lovely Peace
Some talk of Alexander -
Jee royal Edward Rand.
See he, the congering Hero Comes.
Smile Smile Britannia
Sing all ye muses
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Thursday in the Morning
The watnes Gad
The Austria, & Rupia
The Cork was up
The the fate of Bottle
The topsail shivers in the wind
Twas when the seas were
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To Arms, To Arms.
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The martial host –
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When Britain first.
When mighty Roast Beef
When all the Attie fine
When Britain.
Whod know the sweats
We've fought, & we've conquerd
What nation con dove
Wakid by the hoon
What mortols on Earth.

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Je Sons of St. George
Je hardy sons of honoursland.
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