BIB Id 275062
OVER the mountains and over the moor,
Hungry and barefooted, I wander'd forlorn,
My father is dead, and my mother is poor,
And she grieves for the days that will never return.
Pity kind gentlemen, friends of humanity;
Cold blows the wind, and the night's coming on;
Give me some food for my mother, in charity;
Give me some food and then I'll be gone.
Call me not lazy back, beggar and bold enough;
Fain would I learn both to knit and to sew:
I've two little brothers at home,-when they're old
enough,
They will work hard for the gifts you bestow.
Pitty, kind gentleman, &c.
O think while you revel so careless and free,
Secure from all harm, both well clothed and fed;
Should fortune so change it, how hard it would be,
To beg at a door for a morsel of bread.
Pity, kind gentlemen, &c.
BRAVE
He meets his
He gives command, his men obey;
Quick to their quarters go.
To fight the
They all agree to try:
Prepared then was every man,
And feared not to die.
The eagle soaring in the air,
And ordered there to stay;
And ne'er to lower or come down,
Till
Then to the close engagement come,
The thund'ring cannons roar,
And fifty
Lay wallowing in their gore.
Then the
Unto
And
With his prize under his lee.
When he arriv'd at
He was receiv'd with joy,
For bringing the insurgent in,
Which once did them annoy.
Are numbered with the great:
Four hundred
To mourn their hapless fate.
Fight for your country's cause!
Maintain the honour of your flag,
And fight for freedom's laws.
IN storms when clouds obscure the sky,
And thunders roll and lightnings fly,
In midst of all these dire alarms
I think my
The troubled main,
The wind and rain.
My ardent passion prove,
Lash'd to the helm
Should seas o'erwhelm,
I'd still think on my love.
When rocks appear on every side,
And art is vain the ship to guide
In varied shapes when death appears,
The thoughts of thee my bosom cheers,
The troubled main,
The wind and rain
My ardent passion prove,
Lash'd to the helm
Should seas oe'erwhelm,
I'd think on thee my love.
But should the gracious powers prove kind,
Dispel the gloom, and still the wind,
And waft me to thy arms once more,
Safe to my long lost native shore;
No more the main,
I'd tempt again.
But tender joys improve,
I then with thee.
Should happy be
And think on naught but love.
THO' far beyond those mountains that looks so
To fight his country's battles, last
Ah well shall I remember with bitter sighs that
Why
Ah! cruel was my father who did my flight restrain,
And I was crnel hearted who could at home remain;
With thee my love contented I'd journey far away,
Why
To Market at
But how to strike a bargain no longer do I know;
My father chides at evening, my mother all the day,
Why
When thinking of my
And then my mother chides me because my wheel stands sti
How can I think of spinning when
Why
O may it please kind heaven to shield my love from harm;
To clasp him to my bosom, would every care disarm;
But ah! I fear far distant will be that happy day,
Why