To his fill'd heart a little Nancy preffing, Loud blew the wind, when leaning on that willow, Where the dear name of William printed stood, When Nancy faw, upon a faithless billow, A fhip dash'd 'gainst a rock that topp'd the flood, Her tender heart with frantic forrow thrilling, Wild as the ftorm that howl'd along the shore, No longer could refift a ftroke fo killing, 'Tis he! fhe cri'd, nor fhall I fee him more! Why did he ever trust the fickle ocean? Sorrow's my portion, Mifery and pain, For now we part, Mild was the eve, all nature was fmiling, Four tedious years had Nancy pafs'd in grief, When with her children, the fad hours beguiling, She faw her William fly to her relief. Sunk in his arms with blifs he quickly found her, But foon return'd to life, to love and joy, While her grown young ones anxioufly furround her, And now Will clafps his girl and now his boy, Did I not say, though 'tis a fickle ocean, Sorrow's all a notion, ADIEU! adieu! my only life, B To heav'n above Thy fervent orifons are flown; Thou put'ft up there, Shall call a guardian angel down, My fafety thy fair truth fhall be, Enough with that benignant fmile, I Tho' thund'ring cannons rattle; Tho' murd'ring carnage ftalk in view, When on the wings of thy true love, To heaven above, &c. O! I HAE SEEN THE ROSES BLAW. O! I hae feen the roses blaw, The heather bloom, the broom an a’, In nature like a fummer day, Her shape and air is frank an' gay, While lavrocks fing their cheerfu' lays, Cou'd I obtain my charmer's love, To ilka pleafure hand her: I'd change my cane for crook an' plaid, An' wi' a fang commend her. For her I'd live a life remote; There blefs kind fortune for my lot, And ilka comfort lend her MEG OF WAPPING. 'TWAS landlady Meg, that made fuch rare flip; Pull away, pull away, hearties; At Wapping fhe liv'd, at the fign of the ship, She'd fhine at the play, and she'd jig at the ball, For fhe marry'd fix husbands and bury'd them all, Pull away, pull away, pull away, I fay; What d'ye think of my Meg of Wapping? |