Cried Ruth, Will you let your tongue run? Here, you scurvy old villain, I rule!' 'Rogues there are,' said the son,
'But, old Quiz, am I one?'
Cried the daughter, My father's a fool!' 'Don't you see," Gubbins cried,
'I've the tenderest bride,
And best children that ever bless'd man? Giles, would you be driven
To bedlam or heaven,
Get married as soon as you can!'
O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd,
Was as happy as happy could be;
But pleasure is fled, even hope is destroy'd,
A captive, alas! on the sea:
I was ta'en by the foe, 'twas the fiat of fate,
To tear me from her I adore-
When thought brings to mind my once happy state,
I sigh, O I sigh, as I tug at the oar.
Hard, hard is my fate, O; how galling my chain,
My life's steer'd by misery's chart,
And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain,
Tears gush forth to ease my sad heart;
I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel the sharp lash,
Yet my heart bleeds for her I adore;
While around me the unfeeling billows will dash,
I sigh, and still tug at the oar.
How fortune deceives! I had pleasure in tow,
The port where she dwelt we'd in view;
But the wish'd nuptial morn was o'erclouded with wo,
And dear Anna, I was hurried from you.
Our shallop was boarded, and I borne away,
To behold my dear Anna no more;
But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels decay-
He sigh'd, and expired at the oar.
THE trump of war is sounding, love,
Thy manly breast is bounding, love!
Say not, we part,
My faithful heart,
With bursting sorrow wounding, love!
But let me fly with thee, my dear,
Across the angry sea, my dear!
Tho' parents kind
I've all the world in thee, my dear!
Should not my prayers defend thee love, When wounded, none befriend thee, love, You then should see,
That none like me,
So faithfully would attend thee, love.
Then let me go with thee, my dear,
Across the angry sea, my dear!
Tho' parents kind
I've all the world in thee, my dear!
Should sickness overtake thee, love,
Bereft of comfort make thee, love,
If I am by,
One friend is nigh,
A friend that will never forsake thee, love.
Then let me go with thee, my dear,
Across the angry sea, my dear,
Tho' parents kind,
I've all the world in thee, my dear!
CHERRY-CHEEK PATTY.
Down in yon village I live so snug.
They call me Giles the ploughman's boy;
Through woods and o'er stiles, as I trudge many miles,
I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee, woo, Jerry.
My work being done, to the lawn there I fly,
Where the lads at the lasses all look very sly;
And I'ze deeply in love with a girl, it is true,
And I know what I know, but I munna tell you;
But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, for of all the girls I e'er did
O, Cherry-cheek Patty for me.
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Though the squire so great, so happy may'nt be
As poor simple Giles the ploughman's boy;
No matters of state ever addle my pate,
But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, and whoop, gee, woo,
Now Cherry-cheek Patty she lives in a vale, [Jerry.
Whom I help'd o'er the stile with her milking pail ;
And Patty has a like notion of me, it is true,
And I know, what I know, but I munna tell you:
But I'll whistle, &c.
I'ze able and strong, and willing to work,
And when the lark rises, off trudges I;
The cows up I call, and harness old Ball,
I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee, woo, Jerry.
Then I'ze fifty good shillings, my luck has been such,
And a lad's not to be grinn'd at that's gotton so much;
And when that I'm married to Patty so true,
I know what I know, but I munna tell you:
OH! TURN THOSE EYES ON ME.
OH! turn those eyes on me, love,
Oh, turn those eyes on me!
And here in mine, as in my heart,
Thine own lov'd image see.
Reflected in each orb of light,
Behold what's dearest to my sight,
And dearest e'er will be,
Then turn those eyes on me, love,
Oh, turn those eyes on me!
The roseate sweets of morning,
Gay flow'rets may unfold,
While Sol, each brook adorning,
Sheds streams of liquid gold.
To me all nature's beauties prove
A blank, depriv'd of thee!
Then turn those eyes on me, love,
Oh, turn those eyes on me!
COLUMBIAN TARS.
COLUMBIAN tars are hearts of oak,
Singing ever merrily;
Even in fight they laugh and joke,
Meeting danger cheerily ;
Yo, Yo, yea;
Hearts of oak, right merrily.
And, tho' death around him flies,
Still the dauntless sailor cries,
Sponge the guns, boys, merrily,
Ram the balls home, cheerily,
Yo, Yo, yea;
Hearts of oak, right merrily.
Wrapt in clouds of thickest smoke,
Hear him singing merrily;
Fearless, still, he'll have his joke,
Braving peril cheerily ;
E'en amidst the hottest fight,
Hear him singing with delight,
Sponge the guns, boys, &c.
O LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.
O LASSIE, art thou sleeping yet,
Or art thou wakin' I would wit?
For love has bound me hand and fit,
And I wad fain be in, jo.
O let me in this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night;
For pity's sake, this ae night,
O wad ye let me in, jo.
Out o'er the moss, out o'er the muir,
I came this dark and dreary hour,
And here I stand without the door,
Amid the pouring storm, jo.
O let me in, &c.
Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet,
Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet,
Tak' pity on my weary feet,
And shield me frae the rain, jo.
O let me in, &c.
The bitter blast that round me blaws,
Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's;
The cauldness of thy heart's the cause
O' a' my grief and pain, jo.
SMILE AGAIN, MY BONNIE LASSIE.
SMILE again, my bonnie lassie,
Lassie, smile again!
Prithee do not frown, sweet lassie,
For it gives me pain.
If to love thee too sincerely
Be a fault in me,
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