For what's the use of sighing, Gay smiling moments bring, NORWICH A PORT. Air-" Our Country is our ship." OLD Norwich is our Ship d'ye see, A gallant vessel too, And of his fortune proud be he Who's of Norvicum's crew: When duty's call commands, Shall take his stand-and lend a hand, As our City's Cause demand. Shall take, &c. Amongst ourselves sometimes 'tis true, We quarrel, make a rout, And having nothing else to do, But once a Sea Port* in our view, J. M. Then on the deck, &c. Our enemies in Parliament 'Defeated were at last, And when their Lordships said "Content," Then let us praise King George the Fourth, We've lost all fears---then give three cheers We've lost all fears, &c. The Plan of making Norwich a Port was first submitted to the Corporation by the late Alderman-Crisp Brown, Esq. (the Originator of the measure) on the 3rd of May, 1814. The Royal assent was given on the 28th of May, 1927. We've work'd like Cyclops since that hour, Their union soon, &c. WE MAY ROAM THRO' THIS WORLD. T. Moore. WE may roam thro' this world like a child at a feast, Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest, And when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, We may order our wings, and be off to the west; But if hearts that feel, and eyes that smile, Are the dearest gifts that heaven supplies, We never need leave our own Green Isle, For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, [ roam, In England, the garden of Beauty is kept By a Dragon of Prudery, plac'd within call; That the garden's but carelessly watch'd, after all. Which warns the touch while winning the sense, In France when the heart of a woman set sail, On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try, Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail, But just pilots her off, then bid her good bye! • Lake Lothing, which when united with the sea at Lowestoft, will become an excellent Harbour of Refuge for Merchant ships. While the daughters of Erin keep the dear Boy, Thro' billows of woe and beams of joy, The same as he look'd when he left the shore. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, [roam, Thro' this world whether eastward or westward you When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. DEATH OR LIBERTY. WHILE happy in my native land, The noble mind is not at all 'Tis guilt alone can make us fall, Each free-born Briton's song should be, Tho' small the pow'r which fortune grants, That freedom which defends us. DEAR LIBERTY. How often will proud mem'ry trace, Beheld enslav'd a hapless band; Who slow and sullen bent their stubborn knee, And sigh'd for heav'n's best boon, dear Liberty! Oppression's son's," I cried, "you're free; I come to give you liberty.". Awhile amaz'a 'tween hope and fear, Then shouts of joy proclaim, "We're free, Thus freedom, with heroic fire, Can e'en degenerate minds inspire; Freedom by force o'ercome shall never be : ENGLAND FOR EVER-THE LAND BOYS WE LIVE IN. SINCE Our foes to invade us have long been preparing, It behoves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em, So fill, fill your glasses; be this the toast given, Here's a health to our tars on the wide ocean ranging, So fill, fill, &c. On that throne where once Alfred in glory was seated, So fill, fill, &c. POOR JACK. Dibdin. Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d'ye see, Though the tempest, top-gallant-masts smack smooth should smite, And shiver each splinter of wood, [tight, Clear the wreck, stow the yards, and bouze every thing Avast, nor don't think me a milksop so soft, For, they say, there's a Providence sits up aloft, Why, I heard our good chaplain palaver, one day, And many fine things, that proved clearly to me For, says he, do you mind me, let storms e'er so oft There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, I said to our Poll, for, you see, she would cry, Can't you see, the world's wide, and there's room for us all, Both for seamen and lubbers a-shore; And if to old Davy I should go, my dear Poll, What then, all's a hazard,-come, don't be so soft, For, d'ye see, there's a cherub sits smiling aloft, |