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'Twas early day, as poets say,

Just when the sun was rising, A soldier stood on a log of wood,

And saw a thing surprising.

As in amaze he stood to gaze,

The truth can't be denied, sir, He spied a score of kegs or more

Come floating down the tide, sir.

A sailor too, in jerkin blue,

This strange appearance viewing, First damn’d his eyes, in great surprise,

Then said, “ Some mischief's brewing.

“These kegs, I'm told, the rebels bold,

Pack'd up like pickled herring ; And they 're come down t attack the town,

In this new way of ferrying."

The soldier flew, the sailor too,

And scared almost to death, sir, Wore out their shoes, to spread the news,

And ran till out of breath, sir.

Now up and down, throughout the town,

Most frantic scenes were acted ; And some ran here, and others there,

Like men almost distracted.

Some fire cried, which some denied,

But said the earth had quaked ;
And girls and boys, with hideous noise,

Ran through the streets half naked.

Sir William he, snug as a flea,

Lay all this time a snoring,
Nor dream'd of harm, as he lay warm,

In bed with Mrs L

Now in a fright he starts upright,

Awaked by such a clatter;
He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries,

“For God's sake, what's the matter?'

At his bedside he then espied

Sir Erskine at command, sir, Upon one foot he had one boot,

And the other in his hand, sir.

“ Arise, arise,” Sir Erskine cries,

“ The rebels—more's the pity, Without a boat are all afloat,

And ranged before the city.

“ The motly crew, in vessels new,

With Satan for their guide, sir. Pack'd up in bags, or wooden kegs,

Come driving down the tide, sir.

“ Therefore prepare for bloody war,

These kegs must all be routed, Or surely we despised shall be, And British courage

doubted.”

The royal band now ready stand,

All ranged in dread array, sir, With stomach stout to see it out,

And make a bloody day, sir.

The cannons roar from shore to shore,

The small arms make a rattle; Since wars began I'm sure no man

E’er saw so strange a battle.

The rebel dales, the rebel vales,

With rebel trees surrounded;
The distant wood, the hills and floods,

With rebel echoes sounded.

The fish below swam to and fro,

Attack'd from every quarter; Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay,

'Mongst folks above the water.

The kegs, 't is said, though strongly made,

Of rebel staves and hoops, sir, Could not oppose their powerful foes,

The conquering British troops, sir.

From morn to night these men of might

Display'd amazing courage;
And when the sun was fairly down,

Retired to sup their porridge.

An hundred men with each a pen,

Or more, upon my word, sir.
It is most true, would be too few,

Their valor, to record, sir.

Such feats did they perform that day,

Against these wicked kegs, sir,
That years to come, if they get home,

They 'll make their boasts and brags, sir.

SONG.

Soft ideas love inspiring,

Every placid joy unite;
Every anxious thought retiring,

Fill my bosom with delight.

Soft ideas, gently flowing,

On your tide, so calm and still ;
Bear me where sweet zeyphrs blowing,

Wave the pines on Borden's Hill.

Where the breezes odors bringing,

Fill the grove with murmuring sound ; Where shrill notes of birds, sweet singing,

Echo to the hills around.

To the pleasing gloom convey me,

Let my Delia too be there;
On her gentle bosom lay me,

On her bosom soft and fair.

Whilst I there, with rapture burning,

All my joy in her express,
Let her, love for love returning,

Me with fond caresses bless.
VOL. I.

18

On his little wings descending,

Bring the god of soft delight:
Hymen too, with torch attending,

Must our hands and hearts unite.

She the source of all my pleasure

Shall my breast with transport fill;
Delia is iny soul's best treasure,

Delia, pride of Borden's Hill.

SONG.

COME, fair Rosina, come away,

Long since stern winter's storms have ceased ! See! Nature, in her best array,

Invites us to her rural feast:
The season shall her treasure spread,

Her mellow fruits and harvests brown,
Her flowers their richest odors shed,

And every breeze pour fragrance down.

At noon we'll seek the wild wood's shade,

And o'er the pathless verdure rove; Or, near a mossy fountain laid,

Attend the music of the grove. At eve, the sloping mead invites

'Midst lowing herds and focks to stray ; Each hour shall furnish new delights,

And love and joy shall crown the day.

SONG.

O'ER the hills far away, at the birth of the morn, I hear the full tone of the sweet sounding horn; The sportsmen with shoutings all hail the new day, And swift run the hounds o'er the hills far away. Across the deep valley their course they pursue, And rush through the thickets yet silver'd with dew; Nor hedges nor ditches their speed can delayStill sounds the sweet horn o'er the hills far away.

SONG.

My generous heart disdains

The slave of love to be,
I scorn his servile chains,
And bos

my liberty.
This whining

And pining
And wasting with care,
Are not to my taste, be she ever so fair.
Shall a girl's capricious frown
Sink my noble spirits down?
Shall a face of white and red
Make me droop my silly head?
Shall I set me down and sigh
For an eyebrow or an eye ?
For a braided lock of hair,
Curse my fortune and despair ?

My generous heart disdains, &c.

Still uncertain is tomorrow,
Not quite certain is today-
Shall I waste my time in sorrow?
Shall I languish life away?
All because a cruel maid
Hath not love with love repaid.

My generous heart disdains, &c.

LINES ON THE QUARREL AMONG THE STUDENTS IN ANATO

MY IN PHILADELPHIA.

FRIENDS and associates ! lend a patient ear,
Suspend intestine broils and reason hear.
Ye followers of

- your wrath forbear-
Ye sons of your invectives spare ;
The fierce dissension your high minds pursue
Is sport for others-ruinous to you.

Surely some fatal influenza reigns,
Some epidemic rabies turns your brains ;
Is this a time for brethren to engage
In public contest and in party rage ?
Fell discord triumphs in your doubtful strife,
And, smiling, whets her anatomic knife;

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