All in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd;
The streamers waving in the wind;
When black ey'd Susan came on board,
Oh! where shali i my true love find!
Tell me ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among your crew
William, who high upon the yard,
Rock'd by the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well known voice he heard,
He sigh'd and cast his eyes below.
The cords slide quickly through his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Sets close his pinions to his breast,
If chance his mate's shrill voice he hear,
And drops at once into her nest.
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.
O Susan, Susan, lovely dear!
My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again;
Change as ye list ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Belive not what the landsmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind ; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In ev'ry port a mistress find;
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee sc
For thou art present whereso'er I go.
If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white:
Thus every beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul the charms of lovely Sne.
Tho' battle tears me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn;
Tho' cannon roar, yet safe from harms,
William shall to his dear return.
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread;
No longer must she stay on board,
They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head :
The less'ning boat unwilling rows to land,
Adieu, she cry'd, adieu, and way'd her lily hand.
The scene was more beautiful far to my eye,
Than if day in its pride had array'd it,
The land breeze blew mild, and the azure arch'd sky
Look'd pure as the spirit that made it ;
The murmur rose soft as I silently gaz'd
In the shadowy waves' playful motion,
From the dim distant hill, 'till the Light house fire blaz'd Like a star in the midst of the ocean.
No longer the joy of the sailor boy's breast
Was heard in his wildly breath'd numbers,
The sea-bird has flown to her wave girdled nest,
The fisherman sunk to his slumbers;
One moment I look'd from the hill's gentle slope,
All husḥ'd was the billows' commotion,
And tho't that the Light-house look'd lovely as hope,
That star of life's tremulous ocean.
The time is long past, and the scene is afar,
Yet when my head rest on its pillow,
Will memory sometimes rekindle the star
That blaz'd on the breast of the billow:
In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies,
And death still the heart's last emotion;
O then may the seraph of mercy arise,
Like a star on eternity's ocean.
Down in yon valley. I live so sly,
They call me Giles, the Ploughman's Boy
At the sound of the horn I rise in the morn,
I whistles wo up gee wo, I cries,
There's cherry cheek'd Patty that lives in the vale,
Who I helps o'er the style with her milk and pail⚫
She has a slight notion for me it is true,
And I knows what I knows, but I munna tell you.
So I whistles, and of all the girls I ever did see,
Young cherry cheek'd Patty for me.
The 'squire so great, so happy may be,
As simple Giles the Ploughman's boy.
No matter's of state can addle my pate,
So I whistles, I whistles wo up gee wo, I cry;
The lads in our village they strive but in vain,
They say it is easy our Patty to gain;
Let them say what they please, but it never will do,
For I knows what I knows but I munna tell
My Patty's consented next week to be
The wife of Giles the ploughman's boy;
My cows up I'll call and I'll lusterly bawl,
I'll whistle, I'll whistle wo up gee wo, I'll cry;
My Patty and I'll to church trip away,
With our friends and our neighbour's to spend the whole day;
But when night's coming on we will bid them adieu,
I knows what I knows but I munna tell you
So I whistles, I whistles, but of all the girls I ever did see Young cherry cheek'd Patty for me.
It was the charming month of May,
When all the flowers were fresh and gay,
One morning by the break of day,
The youthful charming Chloe,
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes.
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
The feather'd people you might sec
Perch'd all around, on ev'ry tree,
In notes of sweetest melody:
They hail the charming Chloe.
Till painting gay the eastern skies
The glowing sun began to rise;
Out-rivall'd by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
A blue-eyed youth in war's array,
Came o'er the moor and sigh'd for me,
Bright as the blush of morn was he,
Mild as the beams of closing day.
With mighty men the stripling strove,
The blue-eyed youth he knew no fear.
Yet trembling he told his love,
Nor spoke but with a gushing tear.
His form erect as radiant truth
Was humbly bent whene'er we met,
No, never shall my soul forget
The wooing of the blue-eyed youth
1 scorn'd, he fled, far, far away,
And sorrowing sought the tented plain
And yet I sigh'd that some bless'd day
Might bring the blue-eyed youth again
THE STREAMLET THAT FLOWED ROUND HER COT.
The streamlet that flow'd round her cot,
All the charms of my Emily knew,
How oft has its course been forgot,
While it paus'd her dear image to woo!
Believe me, the fond silver tide
Knew from whence it deriv'd the fair prize, For silently swelling with pride,
It reflected her back to the skies.
Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove,
Leave not so soon thy native tree;
O, warble still, those notes of love,
While my fond heart responds to thee.
O, warble still, &c.
Rest thy soft bosom on the spray,
Till chilly autumn frowns severe; Then charm me with thy parting lay, And I will answer with a tear. Then charm me, &c.
But soon as spring enrich'd with flowers,
Comes dancing o'er the new-drest plain
Return and cheer my natal bow'rs,
My Robin, with those notes again,
Return and cheer, &c.
Ah! what is the bosom's commotion,
In a sea of suspense while 'tis tost?
While the heart in our passion's wild ocean
Feels even hope's anchor is lost,
Morgiana, thou art my dearest,
For thee have I languish'd and griev'd
And when hope to my bosom was nearest,
How oft has that hope been deceiv'd
Morgiana, my hope was deceiv'd.
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