Tho' in Porto-Bello's ruin You now.triumph free from fears, When you think on our undoing, You will mix your joy with tears. 30 35 See these mournful spectres sweeping Ghaftly o'er this hated wave, There were English captains brave. Those were once my sailors bold: While his dismal tale is told. 1, by twenty fail attended, Did this Spanish town affright; Nothing then its wealth defended But my orders not to fight. I had cast them with disdain, To have quell'd the pride of Spain! 45 For resistance I could fear none, But with twenty ships had done What thou, brave and happy Vernon, Hast atchiev'd with six alone. Then Then the bastimentos never Had our foul dishonour seen, Nor the sea the sad receiver Of this-gallan: train had been, 55 60 Thus, like thee, proud Spain disinaying, And her galleons leading home, I had met a traitor's doom, He has play'd an English part, Of a griev'd and broken heart. 65 Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Sent in this foul chime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wafted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle fain, 79 Hence with all my train attending From their oozy tombs below, Thro' the hoary foam ascending, Here I feed my constant woe : 75 VOL. II. Сс Here Here the battimentos viewing, We recal our shameful doom, Wander thro' the midnight gloom. O'er these waves for ever mourning Shall we roam deprived of rest, You neglect my just request; When your patriot friends you see, And for England tham'd in me. 85 XXVI, JEMMY DAWSON,' JAMES DAWSON was one of the Manchester rebels, wha was hanged, drawn, and quartered, on Kennington-common, in the county of Surrey, July 30, 1746.-This ballad is founded on a remarkable faci, which was reported to have bappened at his execution. It was written by the late WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Esq; foon after the event, and has been printed amongst his posthumous works, 2 voks. 8vo. It is bere given from a MS. which contained fome small variations from that printed copy, COME COME NOME listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts, and lovers dear; Nor will you fcorn to heave a figh, Nor will you blush to shed a tear. 5 And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid, Do thou a pensive ear incline; For thou canst weep at every woe, And pity every plaint, but mine. Young Dawson was a gallant youth, A brighter never trod the plain; And well he lov'd one charming maid, And dearly was he lov'd again. One tender maid she lov'd him dear, Of gentle blood the damsel came, And faultless was her beauteous form, And spotless was her virgin fame. 15 But curse on party's hateful ftrife, That led the faithful youth astray The day the rebel clans appearid: O had he never seen that day! 20 Their colours and their fath he wore, And in the fatal dress was found; How 25 How pale was then bis true love's cheek, When Jemmy's sentence reach'd her ear! For never yet did Alpine {nows So pale, nor yet so chill appear. 30 With faltering voice she weeping said, Oh Dawson, monarch of my heart, Think not thy death Mall end our loves, For thou and I will ncver pait. Yet might sweet mercy find a place, And bring relief to Jeinmy's woes, O GEORGE, without a prayer for thee My orisons should never close. 35 The gracious prince that gives him life Would crown a never-dying flame, And every tender babe I bore Should learn to lifp the giver's name. 40 But thoug!, dear youth, thou Nould'st be dragg'd To yonder ignoininious tree, To share thy bitter fate with thee, 45 O then her mourning-coach was callid, The fledge mov'd fowly on before ; Thu' borne in a triumphal car, She had not lov'd her favourite more, She |