CRAZY JANE. [M. J. LEWIS.] Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature, Dost thou weep to see my anguish ? None could ever love again; Fondly my young heart received him, Now, forlorn, and broken-hearted, WILL WATCH THE BOLD SMUGGLER. [CORY.] 'Twas one morn when the wind from the northward blew keenly, While sullenly roar'd the big waves of the main, A famed smuggler, Will Watch, kissed his Sue, then serenely Took helm, and to sea boldly steer'd out again.' Will had promised his Sue that this trip, if well ended, Should coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor on shore; When his pockets were lined, why his life should be mended, The laws he had broken he'd never break more. His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading, Then Will stood for home, reached her offing, and cried, This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my trading, Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from his gun; Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel the need on't; We'll fight while we can, when we can't, boys, we'll run." Through the haze of the night, a bright flash now appearing, "Oh! no!" cries Will Watch, "the Philistines bear down, Bear-a-hand, my tight lads, ere we think about sheering One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or drown. "But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates, left behind me, Regard my last words, see 'em kindly obey'd, Let no stone mark the spot, and, my friends, do you mind me, Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch will be laid." Poor Will's yarn was spun out-for a bullet next minute Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke more; His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remain'd in it, Then sheer'd-and Will's hulk to his Susan they bore. In the dead of the night his last wish was complied with; To few known his grave, and to few known his end. He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died with; He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers of each friend. Near his grave dash the billows, the winds loudly bellow, Yon ash struck with lightning points out the cold bed Where Will Watch, the bold smuggler, that famed lawless fellow, Once fear'd, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead. BYRON.] FARE THEE WELL. Air-"Ah Perdona." [Music by Mozart. Fare thee well, and if for ever, Would that breast were bared before thee Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Fare thee well, thus disunited, G. COLMAN.] LIFE'S A BUMPER. [Music by WAINWRIGHT. Life's a bumper, fill'd by fate, ADIEU, MY NATIVE LAND, ADIEU ! Adieu, my native land, adieu! The vessel spreads her swelling sails, Perhaps I never more may view Your fertile fields, your flowery dales; Delusive hope can charm no more, Adieu, my native land, &c. Farewell, dear village, oh! farewell, Adieu, my native land, &c. In vain, through shades of frowning night, I view thy beacons now no more. That peace which fate denies me here. REYNOLDS.] DULCE DOMUM. [Music by JNO. BRAHAM, Deep in a vale a cottage stood, For her he'd chase the mountain-goat |