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CAN WEALTH OR FRIENDS.
To scorn my humble lot ?
Be e'er forgot !
Forget me not!
At eve I've left my cot!
And every thought !
Deceive me not ;
Seainen fear no dangers nigh ;
Soothe them with their lullahy.
Still no danger they descry ;
Soothes them with their lullaby.
THE SAILOR'S CREED.
He believes, 'midst the cappon's loud rattle,
Guides the helm, and directs every battle : And if doing our duty (as oft has been said)
Will most certainly Heav'n delight, What has that honest fellow to fear or to dread,
Who's as ready to pardon as willing to fight. Wben, broadside to broadside we fiercely engage,
And the death dealing balls whiz around, You'd tbink, by observing our lion like rage,
That bumanity's bulk was aground, But, your colours once struck, you'd be otherwise
thinking; Jack's creed then gives heartfelt relief; He believes 'tis his duty to save them from sinking,
And be as ready to succour as willing to fight. But the creed of a sailor still farther extends ;
He believes 'tis his duty likewise, To comfort his poor distressed messmates and
friends, And the girl that's faithful to his prize. Thus manliness, merit, true friendship and love,
All in tbat gallant sailors unite, Who while doing duty below or above,
Are as ready to pardon as willing to fight.
BRITONS, UNITED, MUST PREVAIL. My ship's my house, my home, my land,
My family not few
My children those whom I command,
A bold and jolly crew;
And if the foe intends
The value of such friends,
MARY, I BELIEVED THEE TRUE. Mary, I believed thee true,
And was blest in thus believing; And now I mourn that e'er I knew
A girl so fair and so deceiving. Few have ever loved like me:
Oh! I have loved thee too sincerely! And few have e'er deceived like thee,
Alas! deceived me too severely. Fare thee well! yệt think awhile
On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thoe; Who now would rather trust than smile,
And die with thee than live without thee, Fare thee well! I'll think on thee,
Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;
gone, my heart is broken,
THE MINUTE GUN.
From thoughts of danger free.
The minute gun at sea.
For they go the crew to save. But obl what rapture fills each breast Of the hopeless crew of the ship distress'd!
Then, landed safe, what joy to tell,
Of all the dangers that befell:
The minute gun at sea.
I fondly favour'd you :
The man esteem'd by me;
Oh! then for ever haste away,
Away from love and me;
For I'll reserve myself alone,
For one that's more like me,
FRESH BLOWS THE GALE. Fresh blows the gale, soon under weigh,
Our bark was borne with many a sigh : I oft review'd the less'ning bay,
And lost it with a tearful eye; But soon our crew began to blame
My love-lorn grief, and call'd it folly, And oft I troll a catch for shame,
Yet secret cry'd for pretty Polly. Our little bark, by valour fraught,
Soon met, the foe, and laurels won, Sir! Inspired by love alone I fought,
And gain'd fresh courage at my gun, Sir! Our captain's praise unmov'd I heard,
Thought all the victor's boast but folly ! Then flew to shore to claim reward,
And heart for heart from pretty Polly.