French fashions then were scorn'd,
Fond fangles, then, none knew,
Then modesty women adorn'd,
When this old cap was new.
A man might then behold

At Christmas, in each hall,
Good fires to curb the cold,

And meat for great and small: The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true,

The poor from the gates were not chidden, When this old cap was new.

Black jacks to ev'ry man

Were fill'd with wine and beer,
No pewter pot, nor can,

In those days did appear:
Good cheer in a nobleman's house
Was counted a seemly'show
We wanted no brawn or souse,
When this old cap was new.

We took not such delight
In cups of silver fine:
None under degree of a knight
In plate drank beer or wine:
Now each mechanical man

Hath a cupboard of plate for a shew,
Which was a rare thing then
When this old cap was new.

Then brib'ry was unborn,

No simony men did use ; Christians did'usury scorn, Devis'd among the Jews: The lawyers to be fee'd

At that time hardly knew, For man with man agreed, When this old cap was new.

No captain then carous'd,

Nor spent poor soldiers' pay;
They were not so abus'd

As they are at this day:
Of seven days they make eight,
To keep them from their due;
Poor soldiers had their right

When this old cap was new;
Which made them forward still
To go, although not press'd;
And going with good-will,

Their fortunes were the best.
Our English then in fight

Did foreign foes subdue,
And forc'd them all to flight,
When this old cap was new.

God save our gracious king,

And send him long to live! Lord, mischief on them bring That will not their alms give; But seek to rob the poor

Of that which is their due: This was not in time of yore,

When this old cap was new.

38. Song. The Vicar of Bray. IN good king Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant, A zealous high-churchman I was, And so I got preferment : To teach my flock I never miss'd, Kings are by God appointed, And damn'd are those that do resist Or touch the Lord's Anointed.

And this is law I will maintain
Until my dying day, sir-
That whatsoever king shall reign,
I'll be the vicar of Bray, sir.
When royal James obtain'd the crown,
And popery came in fashion,
The penal laws I hooted down,

And read the Declaration :
The church of Rome I found would fit
Full well my constitution;

And had become a Jesuit,
But for the Revolution.

And this is law, &c.

When William was our king declar'd,
To ease the nation's grievance;
With this new wind about I steer'd,
And swore to him allegiance:
Old principles I did revoke,

Set conscience at a distance;
Passive obedience was a joke,
A jest was non-resistance.
And this is law, &c.

When gracious Anne became our queen, The church of England's glory, Another face of things was seen,

And I became a tory: Occasional conformists base,

I damn'd their moderation;

And thought the church in danger was By such prevarication.

And this is law, &c.

When George in pudding time came o'er,
And mod'rate men look'd big, sir!
I turn'd a cat-in-pan once more,
And so became a whig, sir:
And thus preferment I procur'd
From our new faith's defender;
And almost ev'ry day abjur'd

The pope and the pretender.
And this is law, &c..

Th' illustrious house of Hanover,
And protestant succession;
To these I do allegiance swear-
While they can keep possession:
For in my faith and loyalty

I never more will falter,

And George my lawful king shall be-
Until the times do alter.

And this is law I will maintain
Until my dying day, sir-
That whatsoever king shall reign,
I'll be the vicar of Bray, sir.

CEASE, rude Boreas, blustering railer;

List, ye landsmen, all to me! Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea; From bounding billows fast in motion, When the distant whirlwinds rise, To the tempest troubled ocean,

Where the seas contend with skies!
Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,
"By topsail-sheets and haulyards stand!
Down top-gallants quick be hauling,

Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand!
Now it freshens, set the braces,

The topsail sheets now let go;
Luff, boys, luff! don't make wry faces,
Up your topsails nimbly clew."

Now all you on down beds sporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms;
Fresh enjoyments wanton courting,
Safe from all but love's alarms;
Round us roars the tempest louder,
Think what fear our minds enthrals;
Harder yet, it yet blows harder,

Now again the boatswain calls! “The top-sail yards point to the wind, boys,

See all clear to reef each course;
Let the fore-sheet go, don't mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse.
Fore and aft the sprit-sail yard get,

Reef the mizzen, see all clear;
Hands up, each preventure-brace set,
Man the fore-yard, cheer, lads, cheer!"
Now the dreadful thunder's roaring,
Peal on peal contending clash,
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,
In our eyes blue lightnings flash;
One wide water all around us :

All above us one black sky;
Different deaths at once surround us :
Hark! what means that dreadful cry?
"The foremast's gone!" cries ev'ry tongue out,
"O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck;
A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung out,
Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to pieces;

Come, my hearts, be stout and bold;
Plumb the well-the leak increases,
Four feet water in the hold."

While o'er the ship wild waves are beating,
We for wives or children mourn;
Alas! from thence there's no retreating!
Alas! to them there's no return!
Still the leak is gaining on us!
Both chain-pumps are chok'd below:
Heaven have mercy here upon us!

For only that can save us now.
"O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys,
Let the guns o'erboard be thrown;
To the pump come ev'ry hand, boys,
See our mizzen-mast is gone!
VOL. VI. Nos. 95 & 96.

We've lighten'd her a foot or more; Up, and rig a jury foremast;

She rights, she rights, boys, we're off shore!"

Now once more on joys we're thinking,
Since kind Heaven has sav'd our lives!
Come, the can, boys! let's be drinking
To our sweethearts and our wives;
Fill it up, about ship wheel it.

Close to our lips a brimmer join:
Where's the tempest now? who feels it?
None-the danger's drown'd in wine.

$40. Song. Neptune's raging Fury; or the gallant Seaman's Sufferings.

You gentlemen of England

That live at home at ease, Ah, little do you think upon The dangers of the seas;. Give ear unto the mariners, And they will plainly show All the cares, and the fears,

When the stormy winds do blow.
All you that will be seamen,

Must bear a valiant heart,
For when you come upon the seas
You must not think to start;

Nor once to be faint-hearted,

In hail, rain, blow, or snow, Nor to think for to shrink

When the stormy winds do blow.
The bitter storms and tempests
Poor seamen do endure,

Both day and night, with many a fright
We seldom rest secure ;
Our sleep it is disturbed

With visions strange to know,
And with dreams on the streams,
When the stormy winds do blow.
In claps of roaring thunder,

Which darkness doth enforce,
We often find our ship to stray

Beyond her wonted course:
Which causeth great distractions,
And sinks our hearts full low;
'Tis in vain to complain,

When the stormy winds do blow.
Sometimes in Neptune's bosom
Our ship is toss'd in waves,
And ev'ry man expecting

The sea to be their graves!
Then up aloft she mounteth,
And down again so low,
'Tis with waves, O with waves,

When the stormy winds do blow.
Then down again we fall to pray'r,

With all our might and thought,
When refuge all doth fail us,

"Tis that must bear us out;
To God we call for succor,
For he it is, we know,
That must aid us, and save us,
When the stormy winds do blow.

U

The lawyer and the usurer,

That sit in gowns of fur,

In closets warm, can take no harm,

Abroad they need not stir;

When winter fierce with cold doth pierce,
And beats with hail and snow,
We are sure to endure,

When the stormy winds do blow.
We bring home costly merchandise,
And jewels of great price,
To serve our English gallantry,
With many a rare device;
To please our English gallantry,
Our pains we freely show,
For we toil and we moil,

When the stormy winds do blow.
We sometimes sail to th' Indies,

To fetch home spices rare;
Sometimes again, to France and Spain,
For wines beyond compare;
Whilst gallants are carousing,

In taverns on a row,
Then we sweep o'er the deep,
When the stormy winds do blow.
When tempests are blown over,

And greatest fears are past,
In weather fair, and temp'rate air,
We straight lie down to rest;
But when the billows tumble,

And waves do furious grow,
Then we rouse, up we rouse,
When the stormy winds do blow.

If enemies oppose us,

When England is at war
With any foreign nations,

We fear not wound nor scar;
Our roaring guns shall teach 'em
Our valor for to know,
Whilst they reel, in the keel,

When the stormy winds do blow.
We are no cowardly shrinkers,

But true Englishmen bred;
We'll ply our parts, like valiant hearts,
And never fly for dread;
We'll play our business nimbly

Whene'er we come or go,
With our mates, to the Straits,
When the stormy winds do blow.
Then courage, all brave mariners,
And never be dismay'd,
Whilst we have bold adventurers

We ne'er shall want a trade;
Our merchants will employ us,

To fetch them wealth, I know;
Then be bold, work for gold,
When the stormy winds do blow.
When we return in safety,

With wages for our pains,
The tapster and the vintner
Will help to share our gains:
We call for liquor roundly,
And pay before we go:

Then we'll roar on the shore,

When the stormy winds do blow.
41. Song. GOLDSMITH.

THE wretch condemn'd with life to part
Still, still on hope relies;

And ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
Bids expectation rise.

Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;

And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

$42. Song. GOLDSMITH.
O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,

And turning all the past to pain:
Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe!
And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.

GENTLY touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclin❜d to rest;
Fill her soul with fond desire,

Softest notes will soothe her breast:
Pleasing dreams assist in love:
Let them all propitious prove.
On the mossy bank she lies,

(Nature's verdant velvet bed,) Beauteous flowers meet her eyes, Forming pillows for her head; Zephyrs waft their odors round, And indulging whispers sound.

44. The same parodied. GENTLY stir and blow the fire,

Lay the mutton down to roast,
Dress it quickly, I desire,

In the dripping put a toast,
That I hunger may remove;
Mutton is the meat I love.
On the dresser see it lie,

O! the charming white and red!
Finer meat ne'er met my eye.

On the sweetest grass it fed: Let the jack go swiftly round, Let me have it nicely brown'd. On the table spread the cloth,

Let the knives be sharp and clean Pickles get, and salad both,

Let them each be fresh and green : With small beer, good ale and wine, O ye Gods! how I shall dine!

45. Song. SHAKSPEARE. UNDER the green-wood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see

No enemy bod

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun, And loves to lie i' th' sun, Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

46. Song. GARRICK.

THOU Soft flowing Avon, by thy silver stream Of things more than mortal sweet Shakspeare would dream,

The fairies by moon-light dance round his [head. green bed,

For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his

The love-stricken maiden, the soft-sighing swain,

[pain: Here rove without danger, and sigh without The sweet bud of beauty no blight shall here dread,

For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his head. Here youth shall be fam'd for their love and

their truth,

And cheerful old age feel the spirit of youth;
For the raptures of fancy here poets shall tread,
For hallow'd the turf is that pillow'd his head.
Flow on, silver Avon, in song ever flow!
Be the swans on thy borders still whiter than

snow!

Ever full be thy stream, like his fame may it spread! [head. And the turf ever hallow'd which pillow'd his

$47. Song. The Fairies.

COME follow, follow me,
Ye fairy elves that be,
Light tripping o'er the green;
Come, follow Mab, your queen;
Hand in hand we'll dance around,
For this place is fairy ground.

When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest;
Unheard and unespied,
Through key-holes we do glide
Over tables, stools, and shelves,
We trip it with our fairy elves.
And if the house be foul
With platter, dish, or bowl,
Up stairs we nimbly creep,
And find the sluts asleep;
Then we pinch their arms and thighs;
None us hears, and none us spies.

But if the house be swept,
And from uncleanness kept,
We praise the household maid,
And duly she is paid :
Every night before we go,
We drop a tester in her shoe.

Then o'er a mushroom's head
Our table-cloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat,
The diet that we eat;

Pearly drops of dew we drink,
In acorn cups fill'd to the brink.
The brains of nightingales,
With unctuous fat of snails,
Between two cockles stew'd,
Is meat that 's easily chew'd;
Tails of worms, and marrow of mice,
Do make a dish that 's wondrous nice!
The grasshopper, gnat, and fly,
Serve for our minstrelsy;
Grace said, we dance a while,

And so the time beguile :

And if the moon doth hide her head,
The glow-worm lights us home to bed.
O'er tops of dewy grass
So nimbly we do pass,
The young and tender stalk
Ne'er bends where we do walk;
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where we the night before have been.

$48. Song. The Thief and Cordelier. PRIOR. WHO has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Grève,

The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave; Where honor and justice most oddly contribute To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.

Derry down, down, hey derry down.

There death breaks the shackles which force had put on, [had begun : And the hangman completes what the judge There the squire of the pad, and the knight of the post,

Find their pains no more balk'd, and their hopes no more cross'd.

Derry down, &c.