His barns were fired, his goods consumed,

His lands were barren made,

His cattle died within the field,

And nothing with him stayed.

And in a voyage to Portugal,
Two of his sons did die;

And to conclude, himself was brought
To want and misery.

He pawn'd and mortgaged all his land
Ere seven years came about;
And now at length this wicked act
Did by this means come out.

The fellow that did take in hand
These children for to kill,
Was for a robbery judged to die,
(Such was God's blessed will,)

Who did confess the very truth,
As here hath been display'd:
Their uncle having died in gaol,
Where he for debt was laid.

THE SAILOR BOY.

I AM a little sailor boy,

And would you know my story? I've been across the ocean blue,

And seen it in its glory.

I've seen it on a summer day,

As gentle as a child;

I've seen it in a tempest,

Like a giant, fierce and wild.

I have been in the ship

When the waters were asleep, And she seemed like a rock

Her steady place to keep: I have been in the ship

When, driven by the gale,
She ploughed the foaming billows,
With a sad riven sail;

When the masts bent like twigs,
And the waters o'er the deck
Like thunders seemed to rush,
And we stagger'd like a wreck.

And now I'll tell my story,

And the many things I've seen; For I'm a little sailor boy,

And my name is Patrick Green! My home was in the mountain, Where bright rivers shone; But my father and my mother They left me all alone:

They died, and I was but a child,
And so I went to sea.

I left the hills and valleys,
So very dear to me;
With many, many tears,
I bade them all adieu-

My sweet little home,

And the rivulet so blue;

The meadow and its flowers,
The forest and the dell,

The orchard and its pretty birds,—
I bade them all farewell!

I got a little shining hat,

My waistcoat it was new,

And the buttons they were bright,

On my jacket all so blue. And then I went to see

My pretty cousin Nell,
And we wept as we parted,

For we loved each other well;
We parted, and I went away
With sorrow in my heart,
For Ellen loved me best,

And 'twas very hard to part.

And now the ship was ready
In the bright shining bay,
And so the sails we hoisted,
And swiftly went away.
Away upon the waters,

Like a proud bird she flew ;
And soon the distant shore
All faded from our view.
My home among the hills
Seem'd to sink behind the sea,
And I fancied it was lost,

For ever lost to me; And then I look'd around

On the far-spreading deep, And it seemed so lone and dreary That I hid myself to weep. Behind a cask of water I hid myself for hours, And wish'd myself at home again, Among the birds and flowers. I longed to see the green hills, Where once my father dwelt; I longed to see the swift rills, Where often I had knelt At summer noon to drink,

And cool my heated brain;

And many other things
I longed to see again.
I could have kissed the very rocks,
They seemed so dear to me,
The rocks among my own hills,
But I was far at sea.

And now the vessel shook,

And the wind grew fierce and loud,

The waves began to toss,

And gloomy was the cloud;

But I grew very seasick,

And staggered like a child;

And, though the night was dark,
And the tempest swift and wild,
I heeded not the storm,

For I was in my bed;
And I cared not a rush,

So giddy was my head.
I heard the billows dash,
And the loud winds roar;
I heard the sails clash,

And the heavy rain pour;