The bitter ftorms and tempefts Poor feamen do endure, Both day and night, with many a fright, We seldom reft fecure. Our fleep it is disturbed With vifions ftrange to know, And with dreams, on the ftreams, When the stormy winds do blow. Then down again we fall to prayer, With all our might and thought, When refuge all doth fail us, 'Tis that muft bear us out; To God we call for fuccour, For he it is we know, That must aid us, and fave us, The lawyer and the ufurer, In closets warm can take no harm, When winter fierce with cold doth pierce, We are fure to endure, When the stormy winds do blow. We bring home coftly merchandise, We We fometimes fail to the Indies To fetch home fpices rare, Sometimes again to France and Spain, For wines beyond compare ; Whilft gallants are carousing, In taverns on a row, Then we sweep o'er the deep, When the stormy winds do blow. When tempefts are blown over, We ftraight lie down to reft; And waves do furious grow, If enemies oppofe us, When England is at wars, With any foreign nations, We fear not wounds nor fcars; Our roaring guns fhall teach 'em Our valour for to know, Whilft they reel in the keel, K 3 We We are no cowardly shrinkers, But true Englishmen bred, We'll play our parts like valiant hearts, Wheree'er we come or go, When the ftormy winds do blow. THE SONG XXXVIII. BY DR. GOLDSMITH.* HE wretch condemn'd with life to part, And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rife. Hope, like the glimmering tapers light, SONG XXXIX. BY THE SAME. Memory! thou fond deceiver, To former joys recurring ever, Thou, like the world, th' oppreft oppreffing, |