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 the American coast, Love sav'd 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-resign'd, Said, love for Nan, his only dear, Had sav'd his life, and fate was kind.

And now, tho' 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, that Tom had dy'd.

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!

The Glorious Victory Obtained over the French an Spaniards, the 21st of October, 1805, by the Eng- lish Fleet, under the Command of the gal- lant ADMIRAL NELSON and COLLINGWOOD.

COME all you gallant heroes and listen unto me, While I relate a battle that was lately fought at sea So fierce and hot on every side as plainly it appears, There has not been such a battle fought for many years. Brave NELSON and brave COLLINGWOOD off Cadiz harbour lay, Watching the French and Spaniards to shew them English play, The nineteenth of October from bay they did set sail, Brave Nelson got intelligence and soon was at their tail. It was on the twentyfirst my boys we had them clear in sight, And on that very day at noon began the bloody fight, Our fleet forming two columns then we broke the ene- my's line, To spare the use of signals was Nelson's bold design. But now the voice thunder is heard on every side, The briny waves like crimson, with human blood was dy'd The French and Spanish heroes their courage well did show, But our brave British heroes soon brought their col- ours low. For four hours and ten minutes this battle it did hold, And on the briny ocean, men never fought more bold, But on the point of victory, brave Nelson he was slain, And on the minds of Britons his death will long re- main. Nineteen of the enemies were taken and destroy'd You see the rage of Britons are not to be annoy'd? And ages yet unborn will have this story for to tell, The twenty first of October our gallant Nelson fell. I hope the wives and children will quickly find re- lief, For the loss of those brave heroes, their hearts are fill'd with grief, And may war-like officers aspire to such fame, And avenge the death of Nelson, while we record his name.