NEPTUNE'S RESIGNATION.

[Written by Mr. Wagnell. Music by Worgan.]

THE wat'ry god, great Neptune, lay
In dalliance soft and amorous play
On Amphitrite's breast,

When Uproar rear'd its horrid head,
The tritons shrunk, the nereids fled,
And all their fear confess'd.

Loud thunder shook the vast domain, The liquid world was wrapp'd in flame; The god, amazed, spoke

"Ye Winds, go forth and make it known Who dares to shake my coral throne, And fill my realms with smoke."

The Winds, obsequious, at his word
Sprung strongly up t'obey their lord,
And saw two fleets a-weigh-
One, victorious Hawke, was thine,
The other, Conflans' wretched line-
In terror and dismay.

Appall'd, they view Britannia's sons
Deal death and slaughter from their guns,
And strike the dreadful blow,

Which caused ill-fated Gallic slaves

To find a tomb in briny waves,

And sink to shades below.

With speed they fly and tell their chief
That France was ruin'd past relief,

And Hawke triumphant rode.

"Hawke!" cried the Fair; "Pray who is he
That dare usurp this power at sea,
And thus insult a god?"

The Winds reply-"In distant lands
There reigns a king whom Hawke commands,
He scorns all foreign force;

And when his floating castles roll
From sea to sea, from pole to pole,

Great Hawke directs their course.

"Or when his winged bullets fly To punish fraud or perfidy,

Or scourge a guilty land;

Then gallant Hawke, serenely great,
Though death and horror round him wait,
Performs his dread command."

Neptune, with wonder, heard the story
Of George's sway and Britain's glory,
Which time shall ne'er subdue;
Boscawen's deeds, and Saunders' fame,
Join'd with brave Wolfe's immortal name,-
Then cried, "Can this be true?—

"A king! he sure must be a god,
Who has such heroes at his nod
To govern earth and sea:
I yield my trident and my crown
A tribute due to such renown,-
Great George shall rule for me."

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HEARTS OF OAK.

[Written by Mr. Garrick. Composed by Dr. Boyce.]

COME, cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year:
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves;
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Heart of oak are our ships,

Heart of oak are our men,
We always are ready:

Steady, boys, steady!

We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.

We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,
They never see us but they wish us away;
If they run, why, we follow, or run them ashore;
For if they won't fight us we cannot do more.

Heart of oak, &c.

They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes! They frighten our women, our children, and beaux; But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er, Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore. Heart of oak, &c.

Britannia triumphant, her ships sweep the sea;
Her standard is Justice-her watch-word, "Be free."
Then cheer up, my lads! with one heart let us sing,
"Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king."
Heart of oak, &c.

THE ARETHUSA.

[Written by P. Hoare, Esq. Old Air, arranged by Shield.]

COME, all ye jolly sailors bold,

Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,
While English glory I unfold-

Huzza to the Arethusa!

She's a frigate tight and brave
As ever stemm'd the dashing wave;
Her men are staunch

To their fav'rite launch,

And when the foe shall meet our fire,
Sooner than strike, we'll all expire,
On board of the Arethusa.

'Twas with the Spring fleet she went out,
The English Channel to cruise about,
When four French sail in show so stout,
Bore down on the Arethusa.

The famed Belle Poule straight a-head did lie,
The Arethusa seem'd to fly;

Not a sheet, or a tack,

Or a brace did she slack;

Though the Frenchmen laugh'd and thought it stuff; But they knew not the handful of men, how tough, On board of the Arethusa.

On deck five hundred men did dance,
The stoutest they could find in France;
We with two hundred did advance

On board of the Arethusa,

Our captain hail'd the Frenchman, "Ho!"
The Frenchman then cried out, "Hallo!"
"Bear down, d'ye see,

To our admiral's lee."

"No, no," says the Frenchman, "that can't be."
"Then I must lug you along with me,"
Says the saucy Arethusa.

The fight was off the Frenchman's land;
We forced them back upon the strand;
For we fought till not a stick would stand
Of the gallant Arethusa.

And now we've driv'n the foe ashore,
Never to fight with Britons more,
Let each fill a glass

To his favourite lass;

A health to the captain and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew

On board of the Arethusa.

WHAT SHOULD SAILORS DO ON SHORE. [Written by O'Keeffe. Composed by Dr. Arnold.]

WHAT should sailors do on shore?

Kiss the girls and toss the can!

When the cannons cease to roar,
Sweet the voice of smiling Nan.
Bring me first a spacious bowl,
Deeper than a plummet's sound;
Give me next a generous soul,

That in loving knows no bound.