Charles Dibdin

“ 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. ”

“ 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. ”

“ 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 ”