John Skinner

“ To friendship next I steer’d my course,
and laugh’d at lovers’ pain:
A friend I got by lucky chance,
’twas something like divine,
An honest friend’s a precious gift,
and such a gift was mine ”

“ But now I am turned adrift,
to starve on my native shore.
The British Seamen’s valour
to all the world is known,
We conquer still where’er we go,
the actros's all our own.
The Metering of haughty Gaul,
triumphantly we bore ”