THE TOKEN, THE breeze was fresh, the fhip in ftays, "If you loves I, as I loves you, The ftorm, that like a fhapelefs wreck, "If you loves I, as I loves you, The battle, that with horror grim, And widow'd many a wife--was o'er. When Jack to his companions dear, "If you loves I, as I loves you, The voyage that had been long and hard, When Jack, his toils and perils o'er, A SOLEMN DIRGE, ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT BURNS, THE SCOTS BARD, WHAT! is there ill-news you're fo fad, Robin Gray, That thy blue bonnet's pull'd o'er thy brow? Poor Robin is dead, And the plowman weeps over his plow, Well a well a day. And the plowman weeps over his plow. Is his pipe mute for ay, and for ay, No more shall we tend to his fong? Poor Robin they've lain all along, Poor Robin they've lain all along. Adieu then the forest and hill, And farewell the valleys and grove! And the valleys ring ftill, Still echo his ditties of love, Well a well a day, Sill echo his ditties of love. The fad found of echo I'll fhun, Robin Gray, Its dying notes live on my mind; Can you then as you roam, Leave your country's feeling behind, Leave your country's feeling behind. Still the blackbird will fing on the thorn,, And the lark early carol on high, Will chaunt Robin's verfe with a figh, Will chant Robin's verfe with a figh. Soft lie on his bofom the turf, Reft his afhes unmingled and pure! May the tomb of his urn Caledonia adorn, And his much-lov'd remains Well a well a day! And his much-lov'd remains POOR OLD ENGLAND. HAVE you heard of the tax that such strange confternation The hunks, who can boast but a fingle colt's tooth, So I can't be taxed, cries the fyren," nay, nay, "Not all grey-they're half black"-Ah you dear coaxing Well I'll purchase a license and pay half-a-guinea. Sing and cry, &c. Then the knights of the rainbow I fay my lord duke, On hair powder a tax-take the news there and look, 'I forgot you can't read'-the ridiculous fufs, Why, what are fuch trifles as guineas to us? Nunky pays for we footmen, I'll sport a spruce nob, But the drolleft expedient was that of a fop, A man-milliner, where there were four in a shop, |