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SONGS AND BALLADS |
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My master has a nosegay, but it is not compleat, Tho' the royal rose of England is excellently sweet; The laurel and French lilly in plenty may be had : Alas ! I dare not gather them, which makes me raving mad.
Mad, boys, mad, etc.
The Derbyshire and Cheshire boys by Henry were sent
To fetch the Flower-de-Luce home, and chearfully they went •
They brought it home to England which made their hearts full
glad; But if their hands had been confin'd they all had been stark mad,
Mad, boys, mad, etc.
If I without my errand to England do return, Alas ! I fear in effigy my body they will burn; The boys will hollow after me, as I do pass along, And evry Grub-street printer will curse me in a song!
Song, boys, song. And every Grub-street printer will curse me in a song. |
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BOLD SAWYER. |
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Come all ye jolly sailors with courage stout and bold," Come enter with bold Sawyer, he'll cloath you all in gold; Repair on board the old Nassau, As fine a ship as e'er you saw, We'll make the French to stand in awe; She's mann'd with British boys.
Commander Keppel with his good design, Commanded the squadron, five sail of the line,
The Prince Edward of forty guns,
The Firedrake and Furnace bombs,
To take Goree it must be done, By true British boys.
The 29th of October from Spithead we set sail, Kind Neptune convey'd us with a sweet and pleasant gale, So steering on the Barbary shore, ' Distance about twelve leagues or more, . The wind at west aloud did roar; Stand by, ye British boys. |
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