CROSS PURPOSES. TOM loves Mary passing well, Moll gave Hal a wreath of flow'rs, Thus all by turns are woo'd, and woo; Each loves the object they pursue, As much as Mary, Thomas grieves, And all the flouts which Bell receives Then, lovers, hence this lesson learn, And still, thro' life, this rule pursue, Be kind to them that fancy you, That those you love may like you. D GRAMACHREE MOLLY: AN IRISH AIR. AS down on Banna's banks I stray'd, one ev'ning in May, The little birds, in blythest notes, made vocal ev'ry spray: They sung their little tales of love, they sung them o'er and o'er. Ah! gramachree, ma cholleenouge, ma Molly ashtore! The daisy dy'd, and all the sweets the dawn of nature yields, The primrose-pale, and vi'let blue, lay scatter'd o'er the fields; Such fragrance in the bosom lies of her whom I adore. Ah! gramachree, &c. I laid me down upon a bank, bewailing my sad fate, That doom'd me thus the slave of love, and cruel Molly's hate; How can she break the honest heart that wears her in its core? Ah! gramachree, &c. You said you lov'd me, Molly dear: ah, why did I be lieve? Yet who could think such tender words were meant but to deceive? That love was all I ask'd on earth, nay,, heav'n could give no more. Ah! gramachree, &c. O! had I all the flocks that graze on yonder yellow hill, Or low'd for me the numerous herds that yon green pasture fill; With her I love, I'd gladly share my kine and fleecy store Ah! gramacree, &c. Two turtle-doves, above my head, sat courting on a bough, I envy'd them their happiness, to see them bill and coo; Such fondness once for me she shew'd, but now, alas! 'tis o'er. Ah! gramachree, &c. 1 Then fare thee well, my Molly dear, thy loss I e'er shall mourn; While life remains in Strephon's heart, 'twill beat for thee alone; Tho' thou art false, may heaven on thee its choicest blessings pour, &c. Ah! gramachree, &c. ALBION THE PRIDE OF THE SEA. Written by Dr. Houlton. MY boys, would you know how our ship got her name, You speedy shall know that from me, When ready to launch, she was christen'd by FameThe ALBION-the Pride of the Sea. CHORUS. All her crew lads of mettle, Is ALBION the Pride of the Sea. As she dash'd from the dock to embrace her own wave, She sprang with a heart full of glee, And cry'd, let none man but the true British brave The ALBION the Pride of the sea. All her crew, &c. When glorious to view as she swam on the main, And the sceptre, my boys, we e'er will sustain All her crew, &c. What honour to her, fame and vict'ry have paid, That the world has been sway'd, and shall ever be sway'd By ALBION the Pride of the Sea. All her crew, &c. SONG. From the Italian. BESIDE a fountain's border, On her white arm reposing, And fain would I discover May love with boldness arm me,, When once she opes WHEN BOUNDING O'ER THE LOFTY YARD. WHEN bounding o'er the lofty yard, And, ere the wreck begins to sink, Then grasps the mast, and gains the shore: Or haply should soft zephyr blow, |