"But Willie's gone, whom I thought on, "Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid, "O came ye by yon water-side? Or came you by yon meadow green, She sought him up, she sought him down, She sought him braid and narrow; Syne, in the cleaving of a craig, She found him drown'd in Yarrow ! ANON. 129. LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE. Toll for the Brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! It was not in the battle; His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes! The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, Full charged with England's thunder, But Kempentelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred W. COWPER. 130. BLACK-EYED SUSAN. All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, "O! where shall I my true-love find? William, who high upon the yard Rock'd with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below; The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast "O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be "Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, "If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view ་་ Though battle call me from thy arms Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay aboard; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land; "Adieu !" she cries; and waved her lily hand. 131. SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. Of all the girls that are so smart Her father he makes cabbage-nets And through the streets does To such as please to buy 'em : cry J. GAY. 'em : But sure such folks could ne'er beget She is the darling of my heart, When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that's in the week And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally : She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master carries me to church, When Christmas comes about again O then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I'll give it to my honey: |