A new library of poetry and song: . ^Vith folded anns Napoleon stood, Serene alike in peace and danger ;And, in his wonted attitude,.\ddrcssed the stranger ; — Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned,Thy heart withsome sweet British lassJIust be impassioned. I have no sweetheart, said the lad ; But — aVisent long from oue another —Great was the longing that 1 hadTo see my mother. And so thou shalt, Najioleon ve both my favor fairly won ;A noble mother nnist have bivdSo brave a son. He gave the tar a piece of gold, And. with a flag of truce, comma
A new library of poetry and song: . ^Vith folded anns Napoleon stood, Serene alike in peace and danger ;And, in his wonted attitude,.\ddrcssed the stranger ; — Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned,Thy heart withsome sweet British lassJIust be impassioned. I have no sweetheart, said the lad ; But — aVisent long from oue another —Great was the longing that 1 hadTo see my mother. And so thou shalt, Najioleon ve both my favor fairly won ;A noble mother nnist have bivdSo brave a son. He gave the tar a piece of gold, And. with a flag of truce, commandedHe should lie shipped to England Old,And safely lauded. Our sailor oft could scaroely shift To find a dinner, plain and hearty, But never chaugeil the coin and gift Of BouajwrtJ. Thomas Campbelu (HOWS MY BOY > Ho. sailor of the sea ! How s my boy — my boy t Whats your Iwys name, good wife, .d in what ship saileil he ? My boy John —He that went to sea —Wiat care I for the ship, sailor ?Mv lx>v s mv bov to /irk^/f- fi)^cr/ymM , OI- TIIK SKA. 617 YoH coiiio luirlc Iroiii «(iii,Ami not know my John t i Illi^llt IIS well llllVV llskcil HOIIIU lllllllslllllll, Yoiiilcr ilowii III till town. Tlicro h not an iish in nil thu purisli Kut liu knows my Jobn. How a my boy — my boy ? Anil unlcHH yon lot me know, I 11 swiuir yon me no »itilor, nine jiieket or no, ISnisH Imttnna or no, sailor, Aiulior mill crown or no I Snre his ship was the Jolly Briton — Speak low, woman, Hpcak low I Anil why should I speak low, siiilor,Aluiiit my own Iioy .Inlin ?ir 1 was liiwd as 1 iini proudI M sinK him over the town IAVIiy shipiild I speak low, sailor? That j;iM)d ship went down. How s my boy — my hoy ? What rare I for the ship, sailor? I was never aboard her. lie she afloat or he she ajjround, •Sinkiiiff or swimming, 1 II bu bouud Her owners ean aHonl her ! I say, how s my John I Kvery man on board wont down, Every man aboard her. How s my boy — my boy ?What
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