Then bring me a goblet from Bacchus's hoard, SONG. Contented I am, and contented I'll be; See! my vault door is open, descend ev'ry guest, In a piece of slit hoop I my candle have stuck, The foot of my glass for the purpose I've broke Sound that pipe-'tis in tune, and the binns are well fill'd, View that heap of Champaigne in the rear ; Those bottles are Burgundy, see how they're pil'd, Like artillery, tier over tier. My cellar's my camp, and my soldiers my flasks, When I cast my eyes round, I consider my casks 'Tis my will when I die, not a tear shall be shed, But pour on my coffin a bottle of red, Second END OF THE TE VOLUME. INDEX TO VOL. I. AURORA, now summon's the lads of the course. A bankrupt in trade, fortune frowning on shore. Ask you who is singing here. A poor little gypsey, I wander forlorn. A plague on those musty old lubbers. A little boy,a Savoyard A sailor I was born and bred Ah, could my flowing tears avail A British sailor is my dad As I walk'd thro' the Strand so careless gay A bachelor leads an easy life As I walk'd out one May summer morning 135 157 163 At Wapping I landed and call'd to hail Mog 164 A poor soul sat sighing beneath a tall tree 166 205 By the gaily-circling glass. 19 Believe my vows, while thus we part 89 Come, buy poor Sally's wooden ware. Contented I am, and contented I'll be Daddy Neptune one day to freedom did say By my mother t'was said and by me t'was believ'd Begone, dull care, I pr'y thee begone from me Come hasten, my hearties, to true honest Ned. Come Royal George, and all thy court. Come away pretty maids Come rouse my brave sportsmen Come cross my hand, my art surpasses Cease, fair ladies, cease bewailing Come, haste to the wedding Dear is my little native vale. Dear Nancy I've sail'd the wide world all around Ere Emma's fair form first attracted my view Escap'd with life in tatters. From the County of Cork, near Dublin I came From the white blossom'd Sloe, my dear Cloe requested From dad and mam's society 32 78 81 86 Go search the world round and about Gin ye meet a bonny lassie Had Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea Happy were the days, from infancy advancing 24 73 Harry came to me last week How various the blushes that tint the cheek 142 149 Her mouth with a smile If ever a sailor was fond of good sport How blest was I when nature smil'd How sweet when the nightingale How mild in the ruby pale chastity flushes How cruel are the parents In Britain, the soil that true liberty yields In a cottage I live and a cot of content I'm jolly Jack Maintop-mast, call'd jolly Jack of Dover In a vessel of my own I have oft ta'en a trip In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade 173 In the garden of love, like the garden of Flora 3 I have a silent sorrow here 12 If a landsman would know the true creed of a tar 25 I've loved many a maiden fair 30 It chanc'd one day that a crow so black 39 I sigh for a maid, and a sweet pretty maid 41 If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast 47 I sail'd in the ship, Duke of Clarence In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain I am a physical snob, Sirs If I live to grow old I'm as smart a lad as you'd wish to see Let town bred belles, elate with pride Left his friends and his home In the dead of the night I've sail'd the world round Life's like a ship in constant motion Little Jane of the mead had a lover so fine. 210 212 57 101 155 Mirth, be thy mingled pleasure mine My name, d'ye see's, Tom Tough, I've seen a little sarvice 7 28 Madam, you know my trade is war 110. My friend is the man I would copy through life Mr. Abraham Newland's a monstrous good man 177 182 My friends all declare that my time is mispent 196 Now Joan we are married, and now let me say Now listen, my honies, awhile, if you please 203 Oh! where and Oh! where is your Highland laddie gone 9 Oh! born to soothe distress, and lighten care O think on my fate, I once freedom enjoy'd 116 O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France 117 Of all the girls in our town 128 On board the Valiant we set sail 152 Once the Gods of the Greeks, at ambrosial feasts Round Mont Blanc's lofty summit, and Alps' snowy head Stay, Lady, stay, for mercy's sake See the Park throng'd with beauties, the tumult begun Sam Steel is my name, and a man of some fame Sweet ditties wou'd my Patty sing Says the fable so pat, once a man had a cat Some pity afford to a poor soldier's daughter Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak 51 161 178 191 13 19 29 31 51 77 87 108 114 142 150 165 171 193 The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower The parent bird, whose little nest Time has not thin'd my flowing hair 18 Tom Starboard was a lover true 23 To lecture I come, and your pardon I crave 85 The deuce take the cards, for they give to me the gripes 43 The world may go hunting for money or fame The loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word 86 90 93 The trees seem'd to fade as the dear spot I'm viewing 141 145 |