HOW blest a life a sailor leads, From clime to clime still ranging; For as the calm the storm succeeds, The scene delights by changing. When tempests howl along the main, Some object will remind us, And cheer with hopes to meet again Those friends we've left behind us. Then under snug sail, we laugh at the gale, And tho' landsmen look pale, never heed 'em, But toss off a glass to a favorite lass, To America, Commerce, and Freedom.

And when arriv'd in sight of land, Or safe in port rejoicing, Our ship we moor, our sails we hand, Whilst out the boat is hoisting. With eager. haste the shore we reach, Our friends delighted greet us; And tripping lightly o'er the beach, The pretty lasses meet us. When the full flowing bowl, has enliven'd the soul, To foot it we merrily lead 'em, And each bonny lass will drink off a glass, To America, Commerce, and Freedom.

Our cargo sold, the chink we share, And gladly we receive it; And if we meet a brother Tar, Who wants, we freely give it. No free born sailor yet had store, But cheerfully would lend it; And when 'tis gone, to sea for more, We earn it, but to spend it. Then drink round, my boys, 'tis the first of our joys, To relieve the distress'd, clothe and feed 'em, 'Tis a task which we share, with the brave and the fair, In this land of Commerce and Freedom.

The Soldier and his Fair Maid.

One evening in my rambles two miles below Pomroy, I met a farmer's daughter all on the mountains high: I said my comely fair maid your beauty bright so clear, All on this lonely mountain I'm glad to meet you here.

Says she young man be civil, my company forsake, For to my best opinion you seem to be a rake; If my parents they do know it, my life they would destroy, For keeping of your company all on the mountains high.

This pretty little young thing she stood in great amaze, With eyes as bright as amber upon me she did gaze, Her ruby lips, her cherry cheeks forsook their former dye, She fell into my arms, all on the mountains high.

I kiss'd her once or twice, and she came to again- And smiling she said to me, pray sir what is your name? It's go to my castle go, and there you'll find, Wrote in some Indian history, my name is Rinodine.

I said my comely fair maid, don't let your parents know, If you do they'll ruin me, and prove my overthrow; If you should chance to look for me, perhaps you'll not I shall be in my castle, so call for Rinodine. [me find,

I said my pretty fair maid, a warning take by me, See you leave night walking, and shun bad company, If you don't you'll rue it, until the day you die; Beware of meeting Rinodine upon the mountains high.

OWEN.

THO' far beyond those mountains that look so distant here, To fight his country's battles, last May-day went my dear, Ah! well shall I remember with bitter sighs the day, Why OWEN didst thou leave me, and ah! why did I stay?

Ah! cruel was my father who did my flight restrain, And I was cruel hearted who could at home remain; With thee my love contented I'd journey far away, Why Owen didst thou leave me, and ah! why did I stay.

To market at Hangoleen, each morning do I go, But how to strike a bargain, no longer do I know; My father chides at evening, my mother all the day, Why Owen didst thou leave me, and ah! why did I stay.

When thinking of my Owen, my eyes with tears do fill, And then my mother chides me because my wheel stands How can I think of spinning, when Owen's far away, [still, Why Owen didst thou leave me, and ah! why did I stay.

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 Owen didst thou leave me, and ah! why did I stay.