Anonymous

“ But pleasure is fled! even hope is destroy'd,
A captive, alas! on the sea.
I was ta'en by the foe, 'twas the flat of fate
To tear me from her I adore,
But thought brings to mind my once happy state,
I sigh, while I tug at the oar.
Hard, hard is my fate! oh, how galling my chain,
My life's steer'd by misery's chart;
And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain,
Tears gush forth to ease my full heart.
I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel the sharp lash,
Yet my breast bleeds for her I adore,
While around me the unfeeling billows will dash,
I sigh! and still tug at the oar. ”

“ That heart, which is mine, on a rival bestow.
Nay, banish that frown, such displeasure betraying,
Do you think I suspect you? oh! no, my love, no!
I believe you too kind for one moment to grieve me,
Or plant in a heart which adores you such wo;
Yet should you dishonour my truth, and deceive me,
Should I e'er cease to love you? oh! no, my love, no! ”

“ Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och ! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
My dear little Shelah, I thought would run crazy,
When I trudg'd away with tough Corporal Casey.
I marched from Kilkenny, and as I was thinking
On Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisey,
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey!
Och ! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil go with him! I ne'er could be lazy,
He stuck in my skirts so, ould Corporal Casey. ”