Some folks may envy foreign parts,

And wish to gain a foreign shore:
Why, let them go with all our hearts,

We shall be plagued with them no more.
Then while on shore, let's all agree,

The song, the toast, &c.

THE LASS THAT LOVES A SAILOR. The moon on the ocean was dimm’d by a ripple,

Affording a chequer'd light; The gay jolly tars pass’d the word for a tipple, And the toast for 't was Saturday night.

Some sweetheart or wife,

He lov'd as his life,
Each drank, and wish'd he could hail her;

But the standing toast,
That pleased the most,
Was the wind that blows,

The ship that goes,
And the lass that loves a sailor.
Some drink the king, some his brave ships,

And some the Constitution;
Some, may the French, and all such rips,
Yield to English resolution.

That fate might bless

Some Poll or Bess, And that they soon might hail her;

But the standing toast, &c. Some drank the prince, and some our land,

This glorious land of freedom;
Some, that our tars may never want

Heroes brave to lead them,
That she who's in distress may find
Such friends that ne'er will fail her;

But the standing toast, &c. WILL WATCH, THE BOLD SMUGGLER. 'Twas one morn when the wind from the northward

blew keenly, While sullenly roared the big waves of the main, A famed smuggler, Will Watch, kissed his Sue, then

serenely Took helm, and to sea boldly steered out again. Will had promised his Sue that this trip, if well ended,

Should coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor on shore; When his pockets were lined, why his life should be

mended, The laws he had broken, he'd never break more His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading, Then Will stood for home, reached her offing, and

cried, This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my trading,

In dock I can lay, serve a friend, too, beside. Will lay-to till the night came on darksome and dreary, i To crowd ev'ry sail then he piped up each hand; But a signal soon spied, 'twas a pros uncheery,

A signal that warned him to bear from the land. The Philistines are out, cries Will, well, take no heed

on't, Attack'd, who's the man that will Ainch from his

gun; Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel the

need on't, We'll fight while we can, when we can't, boys, we'll

run.

Through the haze of the night, a bright flash now ap

pearing, Oh! ho! cries Will Watch, the Philistines bear down, Bear-a-hand, my tight lads, e'er we think about sheer

ing, One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or

drown. But should I be pop'd off, you, my mates, left behind

me, Regard my last words, see 'em kindly obeyed, Let no stone mark the spot, and, my friends, do you

mind me,

Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch

would be laid.

Poor Will's yarn was spun out-for a bullet next min

ute Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke more; His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remained

in it, Then sheered-and Will's hulk to his Susan they

bore.

In the dead of the night his last wish was complied

with, To few known his grave, and to few known his end, He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died

with, He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers of each

friend. Near his grave dash'd the billows, the wind loudly

bellows, Yon ash struck with lightning points out the cold

bed Where Will Watch, the bold smuggler, that famed law

less fellow, Once feared, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead.

THE SMUGGLER'S BRIDE. (A Sequel to the celebrated Song of “ Will Watch.) 'Twas the girl that Will Watch, the bold smuggler,

loved dearly, Heaved a sigh, and turned pale, when she heard of

his death; For ne'er was affection returned more sincerely,

Than that by his Susan, while Susan had breath. Brave Will prized her merits far more than her beauty,

Though Susan was lovely as lovely could be! But merit with Will was a jewel and duty,

To love, and to fight for, at home or at sea. 'Twas her hand tied his handkerchief, when they last

parted; 'Twas her bosom press'd his as they stood on the

beach; 'Twas his lips that kiss'd off the fond tear-drop that

started, And did for his Susan each blessing beseech! Will swore nought in life their attachment could sever,

His heart was his Susan's by land or by sea; Yet, should it so happen we now part forever,

Then wed some good fellow and love him for me! He spoke-iled, and fought, aye, and died like a man

too, For Will was soon cut off, at Destiny's call; Yet the boast of his crew is (and truly they can, too,)

How dearly Will Watch was beloved by them all! The news of his fate with reluctance and sorrow,

The very next day to his Susan they bore; She heard it, and frenzy her wits seemed to borrow, She smiled, looked around her,--but never spoke

In the grave, with the lad that she both lived and

died for, Were laid the remains of the girl he loved dear; And while to his memory his mates heave a sigh for,

Each lover will give to his Susan’s a tear. Not a flint marks the spot where their bones lie en

shrouded, Yet the earth is held sacred and dear by the crew; And often, right oft, by the moonbeams, unclouded,

Is a tear dropped for Will, and his Susan so true.

TOM STARBOARD.
Tom Starboard was a lover true,

As brave a tar as ever sail’d;
The duties ablest seamen do

Tom 'did and never yet had fail'd.
But wreck'd as he was homeward bound,

Within a league of New Yor'z's coast,
Love saved him sure, from being drown'd,

For more than half the crew were lost.
In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear;

Nay, when he lost an arm-resigned,
Said, love for Nan, his only dear,

Had sav'd his life, and fate was kind;
And now, though wreck’d, yet Tom return'd

Of all past hardships made a joke;
For still his manly bosom burn'd

With love-his heart was heart of oak!
His strength restor’d, Tom nimbly ran

To cheer his love, his destin'd bride;
But false report had brought to Nan,

Six months before, her Tom had died.
With grief she daily pin’d away,

No remedy her life could save;
And Tom arriv'd the very day

They laid his Nancy in the grave!