Charles Dibdin

“ May Neptune smooth the foaming seas,
⁠Boreas a gale bestow:
That our hollowed sails belly’d from the masts,
⁠By a gentle breeze may blow
To send as to our wish’d for shore,
I’ll fly to her arms whom I do adore. ”

“ Till war, their honest joys to blight,
⁠Call'd him away from love to glory.
Brave Henry met the foe with pride;
⁠Jane follow'd, fought—ah! hapless story!
In man's attire, by Henry's side,
⁠She died for love, and he for glory. ”

“ His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below he did his duty,
And now he’s gone aloft. ”

“ Ere I'd left my poor plough, to go ploughing the deep,
⁠⁠⁠Where sweetly the Horn
⁠⁠⁠Call’d me up in the morn,
Ere I trusted the carpenter and the inconstant wind,
that made me for to go and leave my love behind.
At last safe I landed, and in a whole skin,
⁠Nor did I make aay long stay,
Ere I found! by a friend who I asked for my kin
⁠Father dead, and my wife run away!
Ah! who but thyself, said I, hast thou to blame?
Wives losing their husbands oft lose their good name,
⁠⁠⁠Ah! ”

“ Tyrone.
Where’s your character from the county of
For my character,
You need ne'er mind it
I never was married, or promis'd to none,
Then she swore by her conscience,
She would run all chances
And travel with me to the county of Tyrone. ”

“ In battle guns rattle, thousands likewise fall,
⁠⁠⁠And if my love should die,
⁠⁠⁠What should become of me?
⁠⁠⁠⁠Who here must lie,
⁠⁠⁠⁠Lamenting every day.
⁠⁠And if Willy’s kill’d added to all
How blest is she whose love is not for fighting,
⁠Nor In the wars oblig’d to be ”

“ For though his body’s under hatches,
His soul is gone aloft. ”

“ For I strange tricks and fancies spy,
⁠folks never show the fun;
Rogues, owls, and bats can't bear the light,
⁠I've heard your wife ones fay,
And so, d'ye mind, I fee at night
⁠things never seen by day,
⁠⁠Rogues, owls, and bats, &c.
At night men lay aside all art,
⁠as quite a useless task,
And many a face, and many a heart
⁠will their pull off the mask ”

“ For dying without his will having been made
Not a legacy in it ever was paid!
Foorallallo, O hone! gramachree, whack.
’Twas a neat little cot, built with weather-boa stout,
Which kept every thing else but the weath clean out ”

“ For a curious rope-ladder I straightway espies,
⁠And miss Forward expecting her lover.
⁠⁠Then to each others arms they fly———
⁠⁠⁠“ My life, my soul, ah! ah!”———
⁠⁠Fine work, Miss Hot-upon’t,” cries I,
⁠⁠⁠I'll knock up your Papa.”
"No, you won't fare———“Yes, shall worthy old soul, to be treated in this manner.”———“Here, take this.”——— Oh! you villain, want to bribe an honest watchman, and with such a trifle too.-” Well, here's more.” More! you seem to be a spirited lad; now do you make her a good husband, I am glad you have tricked the old hunks-: I wish you safe to Gretna Green.” ”