The Banks Of The Nile The Banks of the Nile. Hark! hark! the drums do beat, my love, and I must haste away,The bugles sweetly sound, and no longer can I stay;We are called up to Portsmouth many a long mile,All for to be embarked for the banks of the NIle.O Billy, dearest Billy, these…
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The Scotch Virago. A Song Sung to the Queen at Kensington. The Words made to a pretty New Scotch Tune. Valiant Jockey’s march’d away, To fight the Foe with brave Mackay; Leaving me, poor Soul, forlorn, To Curse the Hour when I was Born; But, I’ve sworn Ise follow too; And dearest Jockey’s Fate pursue;…
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The Valiant Commander, With his Resolute Lady The Valiant Commander, with His Resolute LadyShewing A brief Discourse of a Commander bold,Who had a wife was worth her weight in gold;She bravely fought to save her Husbands life,Let all men judge, was not this a Valiant Wife? Gallants come list a while, a story I shall…
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The Paisley Officer In blythe and bonny Scotland, where the blue bell do grow, There dwelt a pretty fair maid down in a valley low. It’s all the day long she herded sheep upon the bank of the Clyde, Altho’ her lot in life was low she was called the village pride. An Officer from…
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Faithful Ellen Farewell! dearest Ellen, the ocean now calls me, To far distant shores o’er the wide crested foam, Though I leave you behind my heart is still with you, So do not despair though from you I roam; For when I am sailing across the salt ocean, The thoughts of my Ellen will comfort…
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The Tragical Ballad: Or The Lady Who Fell In Love With Her Serving-Man. Part I. Good people pray attend, Unto these lines I’ve penn’d,Which to the world I send,Therefore draw near;And hear what I do say.Alack-and-a-well-a-day,Unto love’s sad decay,Prov’d most severe.There was a servant-man,Who lived near the Strand,As I do understand,He was so fair:So the…
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The Merchant of Bristol’s Daughter, and The Lass of the Brow of the Hill. 1791. Merchant’s Daughter of Bristol. You loyal lovers far and near,A true relation you shall hear,Of a young couple that proved to beA pattern of great loyalty. A merchant did in Bristol dwell,As many people knew full well;Who had a daughter…
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Female Champion In Three Parts. I. The wandring Female in Man’s ApparelII. Sorrow upon Sorrow, or, Mercy on the Brink of Ruin.III. The Thing desired obtain’d, after long and tedious Travelling by Land, Dangers at Sea, and sharp Hunger. The Female Champion. The wandering Female in Man’s Apparel. Young Men and Damsels of this Land,Draw…
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The Rose of Britain’s Isle. Attention give both high and low,And quickly you shall hear,Of a virtuous damsel true and kindWho dwelt in Liecestershire,Her cheeks like the blooming roses were,In her face appeared a smile,The maiden’s name was lovely Jane,The Rose of Britain’s Isle.She was a farmer’s daughter,Her father’s only joy,And in her teens she…
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The Bonny Sailor Boy. There was a rich merchant in Liverpool did dwell,He had but one daughter, few could her excel,With her red rolling cheeks and her rolling black eye,She fell deep in love with her bonny sailor boy. When the rich merchant came this for to understand,He swore he’d banish William to Vandieman’s Land;Be…
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The Lady Leroy Bright Phoebus was shining all on the broad main,The birds they were singing, all nature serene;I espied a fair couple on Ireland’s shoreA-viewing the ocean, while the billows did roar. The one was a lady, both beauteous and fair,The other a captain, persuading his dear,Persuading his jewel to cross the wide sea,In…
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The Constant Female The Rakish Female Sailor. I am a rakish fair maid, who dare not well be seen, And for the sake of Jemmy, I dare not be seen, I’ll cross the raging seas, if Jemmy he is dead,I will mourn constantly, all for my Jemmy’s sake I’ll cross the raging seas, &c.A tarry jacket…
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The Faithless Captain, or Betrayed Virgin The Faithless Captain, or Betrayed Virgin. All ye maidens fair I pray awhile draw near, I a tragical story have to tell, It will make your heart bleed, when further I proceed, As for the truth it has befel, In London city liv’d a maiden there, Blest with a…
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The Drum Major Printed and Sold by J. Pitts 14 Great St. Andrew Street, Seven Dials Come listen to my story so plainly you shall hear, Concerning a damsel that follow’d the drum In search of her true love to Flanders she is gone, Her arms were long and slender, her fingers long and small….
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