'O came ye by yon water-side? Or came you by yon meadow green, She sought him up, she sought him down, She sought him braid and narrow; Syne, in the cleaving of a craig, She found him drown'd in Yarrow ! Anon. CXXIX LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE 'OLL for the Brave! To The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore! Eight hundred of the brave And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; A It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes! Her timbers yet are sound, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main : But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more. CXXX W. Cowper BLACK-EYED SUSAN LL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came aboard; 'O! where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true If my sweet William sails among the crew.' William, who high upon the yard He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast 'O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. 'Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, 'If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. 'Though battle call me from thy arms Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. CXXXI SALLY IN OUR ALLEY F all the girls that are so smart She is the darling of my heart, Her father he makes cabbage-nets And through the streets does cry 'em ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em : She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that 's in the week And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm drest all in my best My master carries me to church, She is the darling of my heart, When Christmas comes about again, I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. |