That tugs us to our native shore,
When the boatswain pipes

the barge to man;

Sweet sailing with a fav'ring breeze;
But oh! much sweeter than all these,
Is Jack's delight, his lovely Nan.

The needle faithful to the north,
To show of constancy the worth,
A curious lesson teaches man;

The needle time may rust, a squall capsize the binnacle and all,

Let seamanship do all it can;

My love in worth shall higher rise!
Nor time shall rust, nor squalls capsize,
My faith and truth to lovely Nan.

I love my duty, love my friend,
Love truth and merit to defend,

To moan their loss who hazard ran;
I love to take an honest part,

Love beauty with a spotless heart,

By manners love to show the man, To sail through life by honour's breeze; 'Twas all along of loving these

First made me doat on lovely Nan.

C. Dibdin.

THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL.

N Richmond Hill there lives a lass

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More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpassA rose without a thorn.

This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good-will;

I'd crowns resign to call her mineSweet lass of Richmond Hill.

Ye zephyrs gay, that fan the air,
And wanton through the grove,
Oh, whisper to my charming fair,
I'd die for her I love!

How happy will the shepherd be Who calls this nymph his own! Oh, may her choice be fix'd on me?

Mine's fix'd on her alone.

James Upton.