To hunt the stag, the fox, the hare, Dear John, cries Jane, your spirits spare, See gentle Jane, Aurora bright, To chase the stag, the fox, the hare, Yoics! tantivy! soho! Dear John, cries Jane, if life's your care, Now, gentle Jane, I mount my mare, Now, cries Jane, where's the tender care Yo'es! tantivy! soho! Now, John, convinced, dismounts his mare, Of tantivy, O! beware! CUPID, BACCHUS, AND LOVE. Vulcan, contrive me such a cup, As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Make it so large, that filled with sack Engrave no battle on his cheek, With war I've nought to do: Let it no names of planets tell, For I am not Sir Sidropbel, But carve thereon a spreading vine, Cupid and Bacchus my saints are; FE AFFORDS NO JOY BUT DRINKING. What is life? a fickle ocean! What is joy? a transient ray I What is love? a youthful notion ! Why, then, murder time by thinking? What's the bigot got by praying? To all ills I bid defiance, And, though mortal, prove divine; They quaff nectar-I drink wine! DEAR OBJECT OF DEFEATED CARE. Though now of love and life bereft! Thine image and thy tears are left. 'Tis said, with sorrow time can cope, THE BRITISH FLAG FLIES AT THE MAL Your slack jaw belay, if you ask Jack's opinion, Our flag 'tis to hoist to the breeze, Or die at our guns, ere we yield the dominion We proudly possess on the seas, ar birthright recorded in maritime story, Which against the whole world we'll maintain, and ever obey'd as the symbol of glory, The British flag flies at the main. ur rule to dispute, urg'd by envy and rancour, Oft navy to navy have joined, ut promptitude ever hath prov'd our sheet anchor, And baffled their efforts combin'd. ndignant, defiance our guns hurl'd in thunder, Their threats we returned with disdain ; The envy at once of the world, and its wonder, The British flag flies at the main. n vain ships and commerce Gaul's tyrant may sigh for, For nautical aid all implore; Dar maritime right to invade long may sigh for, And pant to invade Britain's shore: But true to ourselves 'mid the wide world's commotion, We bravely those rights will maintain; and for ever the glory and pride of the ocean, The British flag flies at the main. A HIGHLAND LADDIE HEARD OF WAR. Which set his heart in motion; And left one morning early, Loch Lomond Ben, And the willow glen, And Jean that loved him dearly. He wander'd east, he wander'd south, The bonny north, To cherish late and early; Loch Lomond Ben, And the willow glen, And Jean that lov'd him dearly. VARIETY IN ONE. In one thou would'st find variety,. Cried Dick, would'st thou on wedlock fix. I rather should expect, cried I, Variety in five or six; But never was thy counsel light, -so said, so done, I'll do't my friend, I'm noos'd for life, and Dick was right, I find variety in one. Her tongue has more variety Than music's system can embrace; |