Let maidens of a silly mind

Refuse what maist they're wanting,
Since we for yielding are design'd,
We chastely should be granting;
Then I'll comply, and marry Pate,
And syne my cockerony
He's free to touzle air or late,
Where corn riggs are bonny."

FAITHFUL MARY.

'Tune-Dibdin's Sailor's Journal.

THE decks were clear'd, the gallant band Of British tars, each other cheering, Each kindly shook his messmate's hand, With hearts resolv'd, nor danger fearing; Ben Block turn'd pale, yet 'twas not fear, Ben thought he had beheld some fairy, When on the deck he saw appear

In seaman's dress, his faithful Mary.

Her cheeks assum'd a crimson glow,
Yet such for love her noble daring,
No prayers could keep her down below,
With Ben she'd stay, all perils sharing;
When cruel fate ordain'd it so

E'er Ben had time to say how fare ye,
An envious ball convey'd the blow
That clos'd in death the eyes
of Mary.

Ben's arms receiv'd the falling fair,

Grief, rage, and love his bosom tearing,

His eyes reflected wild despair,

No more for life or safety caring: Close came the foe-Ben madly cry'd,

"Ye adverse powers come on, I dare ye;"

Then springing from the vessel's side

Rush'd on the foe, and dy'd for Mary.

O THE DAYS WHEN I WAS YOUNG!

By R. B. Sheridan, Esq.

O THE days when I was young!
When I laugh'd in fortune's spight,
Talk'd of love the whole day long,
And with nectar crown'd the night.

Then it was old father care,
Little reck'd I of thy frown;
Half thy malice youth could bear,
And the rest a bumper drown.
O the days, &c.

Truth, they say, lies in a well,
Why, I vow, I ne'er could see;
Let the water-drinkers tell,
There it always lay for me:
O the days, &c.

For when sparkling wine went round,
Never saw I falshood's mask;
But still honest truth I found,
In the bottom of each flask!
O the days, &c.

True, at length my vigour's flown,
I have years to bring decay;
Few the locks that now I own,
And the few I have are grey!
O the days, &c.

Yet, old Jerome, thou may'st boast,
While thy spirits do not tire,
Still, beneath thy age's frost,
Glows a spark of youthful fire.
O the days, &c.

THE TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND.

THE topsails shiver in the wind,
The ship she casts to sea;

But yet my soul, my heart, my mind,
Are, Mary, moor'd with thee:
For tho' thy sailor's bound afar,
Still love shall be my leading star.

Should landmen flatter when we're sail'd,
O! doubt their artful tales;
No gallant sailor ever fail'd,

If love breath'd constant gales :
Thou art the compass of my soul,
Which steers my heart from pole to pole.

Syrens in ev'ry port we meet,

More fell than rocks and waves;
But such as grace the British fleet,
Are lovers, and not slaves:

No foes our courage shall subdue,
Altho' we've left our hearts with you.

These are our cares; but if you're kind,
We'll scorn the dashing main,

The rocks, the billows, and the wind,
The pow'r of France and Spain:
Now England's glory rests with you,
Our sails are full-sweet girls, adieu!

WHEN SANDY TOLD HIS TALE OF LOVE.

Sung by Miss Howells.

WHEN Sandy told his tale of love,

I knew na what to do,

For mither did not him approve,

But I did much him loo.

I told her, but it ga'e me pain,
I wad hac him or none,

And soon at kirk, across the plain,
The parson made us one.
Ever jocund a' the day,

Now a bonny bride sae gay,
Sandy pipes, I dance and sing,
While the merry bells do ring,
Ting ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,

My mither did wi' anger burn,

To hear that I was wed,

She vow'd (and did me from her spurn)
She ne'er wou'd give me bread;
For much she doubted Sandy's truth,
But when his worth she knew,
She cry'd, I will embrace the youth,
For now I ken he's true.
Ever jocund, &c.

Wi' Sandy, in a pleasant cot,
Sae happy now I live,

I wou'd na change my rura' spot,
For a' that man cou'd give;

The empty shew of pride and wealth,

We dinna' wish to have,

For we are blest with peace and health,
And nothing more we crave.
Ever jocund, &c.

HOW BLEST THE BRITISH SAILOR.

Sung by Mr. Denman.

THO' cloudy skies and storms appear,
The sailor's heart is blythe and gay;

No pain he feels, no dangers fear,
But merry sings this roundelay;

When safe on shore,
All cares are o'er,
Where beauty's smile
Rewards his toil,

How blest the British sailor.

From love alone my cares arose,

When late I went more wealth to seek;
Like dew-drops on the damask rose,
The tears look'd bright on Nelly's cheek;
Now safe on shore,
Her cares are o'er,
Her chearful smile
Rewards my toil,

How blest her constant sailor.

The sailor's duty he performs,
Rewarded by the fair one's love,
Her smiles are. sunshine after storms,
That cloud of anxious doubt remove;
When safe on shore,
All cares are o'er;

When beauty's smile

How blest the British sailor.

Tune-Good Neighbours I've good News to tell.

FEAR not my Peggy stormy winds, nor fear the exult

ing foe,

"Tis glory calls, my king commands, and Colin now niust go;

He goes, but soon will come again, enrich'd with gold and fame,

Nay, dry those tears, my bonny lass, to weep it were a shame.