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SONGS,P O LIT J C A LCON V I V i ALCAPTAIN MORRIS.BYTWENTY-FOURTH EDITION,LOX DON:Printedby T,SUTTON,For R.Britannia Street, Gray's-Inn-Lanc-llotS,DAVIS,Piccadilly,,1802,

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SONGSB YCAPTAIN MORRIS.NI.MY SPIRITS ARE MOUNTING.A/f Yspirits aremounting,myheart's full ofglee,Sweet hopeMylike a rosecares areAnd mysoulallonmy bumper Isee;colour' d with joy as they pass,is allsunshinewhenlitbymy glass.Fal deral,&c.II.Awa,y from my view fly the world and its strife,The banquet of fancy's the feast of my life,All love's melting energies sink in my soul,And the fountain of bliss is let loose in my bowl-Fal de8M1Q2238ral,&c.You

III.You ask whyI drink,andmyreasonisplain,To gild with bright colours life's picture again,From the cold track of care my warm heart toremove,Andrevel transported with natureandFal 'delove.ral,&c.IV.Tothe fairer1 fill,to the fairer I think,Mine is not a clay that grows muddy with drink;The bubbles .'tba,t rise in gay colours are drest,Andlove's the soft sediment lies atmyFal -debreast.ral,&c.V.Myof wild sympathy start,And friendship's kind current flows pure fromspirits in burstsmyheart,And ardour so social ennobles each thought,And I curse the cold maxims dame Prudence hastaught.Fal deral,&c.VI.Whatsay soothing Godsmy view,!when thoubring'st toThose scenesofwildsoftnessmy bosom once knew;Igaze as fond Memory's vision goes by,double the bliss, tho' the tear's in my eye.Fal de ral, &c.AndThen

3()VII.Then give me great Gods, but aWhosefriend withmywine,heart has been heated and softened likemine,In social effusions we'll cherish each soul,And share the wild magic that lies in the bowlFal deral &c".B9N'HI.

4()DRINKING SONG.I.the fancy -stirring bowlWakes its world of pleasure,Glowing \ndvisions gildsoul,an endless treasuremylife'sMem'ry decks my wasted;heart,Fresh with gay desires,Rays divineAndtheir heat impart,kindling hope inspires.CHORUS.Then who'd begrave,Whenwine can saveThe heaviest soul from sinking*And magicgrapesGive angel shapesTo everygirlwe're drinking?II.Here sweet benignity and loveShed their influence round us,Gother'dAndillsofliferemove,leave us as they found us:tho3

( .'5Tho')my head may swim,yet true,nature's feeling ?Peace and beauty swim there too,Still toAnd rock mewhile I'm reeling.Then who'd be grave?III.Onyouth's soft pillow tender truthHer pensive lesson taught meAge soon mo'ck'd the dream of youth,And wisdom wakM and caught me ;;Abargain then with love I knock't,hold the pleasing gipseyToWhen;my bosom lock't,But turn the key when tipsey.Then who'd be gravewise, to keepJ&c.IV,Whentime had swag'dThe grave boy,myheated heart,blind and simple,Forgot to cool onelittlepart,Just flush'd by Lucy'sdimplesThat part's enough of beauty's type ?To warm an honest fellow,;Andtho'ittouch me not when ripe,while Pin mellow.It melts stillThen who'd begrave,?&c,Life's

6CLife's avoyage we)all declare,.With scarcePerhapsita port to hide inmay to pride or careThat's not the seaHerefloatsmysoulI ride inTo:'tillHer realms of blissFright worlds that;;fancy's eyediscover ;fair inprospecllihim. that's half seas over.CHORUS.Then who'd begrave,Whenwine can saveThe heaviest soul from sinking,And magic grapesGive angel shapesToevery girl we're drinking.N

7()N'HLSUNG BY THE PRINCE OF WALESTO ACERTAIN LADY.TuneThere* s a difference between aand a Queen.BeggarI.nTTIERJE's a difference inand anAndAn actYetI'll tellbetwixt a promiseFactact,youthe reasonwhycan't betraytho' I own a promiseIhope neither you nor Lmay*CHORUS,Let thy cares and thy fearsgo hang, -go h a.TU,Let thy doubts and thy sorrows drown ;Give but my bosom love enough,And myAnd myxheartis allheartis allthine own, dear girl,thine .own,II.3Tho sometimesAnd myI rove, like aflightswere abee in a grove,littletoo wild,Yet I fix from this hour, on that sweet fancyflower,That blooms on your cheek when you smileJLet thj cares and thy fears, &c,This

III.approve as the region of love,And care not one fig for't besideThe sports of the whole, the most dear to my soul,This worldII;Are those which the Gods doth provide.CHORUS.Let thy cares and thy fears go hang, go hang,Let thy doubts and. thy sorrows drownGive but my bosom love enough,;And myAnd myheartis allheartis allthine own, dear girl.thine own.NIV.

(9NIV.)THE TREATY OF COMMERCE,I.HTROTH,Mister John Bull, you're a prettymilch cowOh, what do you think of us Volunteers now ?Sure I told you the work we kick'd up in the state,Before it was finish'd would all be complate!!-Withmy BallinamonaOra,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerce forme!II.Troth, I told you last year (if you call it to mind)Whatwe left you before wewould not la ve behind;Andwan'tl right now ? by hook or by crookFor all that we left you is all that we tookWith my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,;!The Treaty of CommerceCforme!But

III.But'twas deadly good-natur'd in you to lay down,With the wrongs of our trade,all the rights ofyourown*Twasa!mighty home stroke of magnanimous?prideTo break your own backs for the thorn in our sidelWithBallinamona Ora,Ballmamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerce formyme!IV.Oh,like fools,we despair'd that our terms wouldgo down!Or such sharp propositions be sweet to theCrownThen how pleasing to find your proud stomachs!tofall!When we'd thrown'em up first,thatyou swallowedthemall!With my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerce forme!Sure

V.hard Master Orde now relate, in his place,All your bountiful gifts of superfluous grace ;SureIJasus!how wesconceTofindallstar'd whilehe empty'dhis!such a big bag of blessings at onceWith my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerce for me!!VI.Oh, the braveBritish subject!his lookswere sosweet,Whenhelaiddown yourour feetAndcase and your trade at!the comments hemadetoo, the wise littleelf,To shewus that Britain's no friend to herself IWithBallinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerce formyC2meITroth,

VII.Troth- it plais'd him, he said (could a Britonsaymore?)That the trade of your country would shiftshoreAndthat England's disasters hadThe goodoursunk her so low,tidings he brought us wouldblowto;finish the!With my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerceforme!VIII,Then, hesaid, 'twas contriv'd toobypart of thegift*That without Irish linens ye cant't make a shift.Troth now, ladies, and that's a good measure foryou,Whenthe linen comes over, thetoo!yardcomewillWith my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerceforme!Now

IX.Now we took it most kind, that your ruler of state(Who, theysay, hasno PARTS, but the parts inhis pate)Should for female commodities open a door,,And let freely the great Irish staple come o'er!With my BallinamonaOra,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerce for me!X.5T wouldTiave bother* d myPITThead now, the wordsJet fall,When you gaveus so much, you gave nothing atall!ButDublinhard his interpreter swear,Nothing in England means every thing thereWith my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,inIThe Treaty of Commerceforme!!.But

XI.But your minister says now, u We've gotcan" The two"allwe:statesmust be join'd on a permanentplan."shoul, he's joiner of notable craft,loosens all ties nowto bind us more fastBy myWhoWith my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of Commerce forme!!XII.Andliesayswhenallduties and drawbacks arepaid,That the navywant what we makewillinourtrade,Troth, she will wantthat scoreAndshe'llwantit all.Nowhe's righton:it,Godhelp her, for ever, andmore,With my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,The Treaty of CommerceformeIIf

XHLIf you wishnow to know how our cards we hareplay'd,Whywetook up our clubs, andour spadewe threw down:trumps now for that very thing:so Pain became civil as well as the King*With my Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,Ballinamona Ora,So ye dealt usAndallThe Treaty of Commerceforme!

16()NV.BILLY'S TOOYOUNG TO DRIVE US.I.TFa rough journey, as moralists tell,Englishmen sure make the best on'tOh this spot of the earth they bade Liberty dwell jWhilst Slavery holds all the rest on'tThey thought the best solace for labour and care,life's;;Was a state independent and free, SirAnd this thought, tho* a curse that no tyrant can;bear,Is the blessing of you and of me. Sir.Then while thro* this whirlabout journeywereel,We'll keep unabus'd the best blessingwefeel;And watch ev'ryBilly's tooturn of the politic wheelyoung;to drive us.The

II.car of Britannia, weIs ready to crack withTheallmust allow,itsload, Sir:And, wanting the hand of experience, will nowMost surely break down on the road, SirThen must we, poor passengers, quietly wait!To becrushed by this mischievous spark, Sir,drives a damn'd job in the carnage of state.WhoAndgot uplikeThen whileathief' in thedark, Sir?thro* this whirlabout journeywereel,We'll keepunabus'd the best blessing we feel,And watch ev'ry turn of the politic wheel;Billy's tooyoungto drive us.III.Theysay that hisAndForallButishis principles Virtue'sI believe,Andjudgmentfrommymellow and pure,owntype, Sirsoul, he's a son of aw:re,judgment more rotten than ripe, Sirthat he boasts of, what is it, in truth,hismadwith ambition and pride, Sirfor the follies of youth,a damn'd deal of cunning beside, Sir,that;;He's the vices of ageAndDThen

Then whilethro* this whirlabout journeywereel,We'll keep unabus'd the best blessing we feel,ev'ry turn of the politic wheel ;And watchBilly's tooyoung toTVdrive us.'The Squires, whose reason ne'er reachesAie all with this prodigy struck, Sir,a span," 'Tis a crime not to vote for a mancry," Who's as chaste as ababy at suck, Sir !"hadhis virtue prevail'd,But pray, let me ask,What soul would to heaven come near, Sir?Not one for the whole generation had fail'd,And;And God's creatures had neverThen whilethro' thisbeen here, Sir.whirlabout journey wereel,We'll keep unabus'd the best blessing we feel,And watch ev'ry turn of the politic wheel;Billy's tooyoungto drive us.It's

V.pretty good gift of the gab,wasAndtaught by his dad on a .-tool, SirBut tho' at a speech he's a bit of a dab,It's true, he's a;In the state he's a bit of a tool, Sir.Billy's pure love for his country was such,He agreed to become the cat's paw, SirFor!And sits at the helnf, while it's turn'd byOf a reprobate fined of the law, SirThen whilethe touch!thro' this whirlabout journeywereel,We'll keep unabus'd the best blessing we feel,watch ev'ry turn of the politic wheelAnd;Billy's tooyoungto drive us.VI.Tho' reason united a N h and a F x,The world of this junction complain,But what's thatToWho:whojoin'd with a poxoftheThane, Sirpimpto his,the cabinetSir!sold to a high-flying JacobitegangThe credit of Chatham's great name, SirfThat pleas'd we might hear the Young Puppetharangue,While Jnksn plays the old game, SirD!Then

(Then while20)thro' this whirlaboutjourneywereel,We'll keep unabus'd the best blessing we feel,And watch ev'ry turn of the politic wheel;Billy's tooyoungto drive us.VII.They say,his Jin e parts are amighty good propTo push up Britannia's affairs, SirBut, we all of us know, tho' he stand at her top,Her bottom will die in despair SirThen with Freemen, who on zjair bottom would!-,!tread,Here's a toast, that I'm sure must prevail, SirBritannia ! and May he ne'er stand at her HeadWho never can STAND at her T 1, Sir !!Then whilethro' this whirlabout journeywereel,We'll keep unabus'd the best blessing we feel,And watch ev'ry turn of the politic wheel ;Billy's tooyoungto drive us.NVI.

NVI.BILLY PITTA NTHE FARMER.i.C IT down neighboursAndAboutI'll tella British FarmerAnd BILLY Phadall,a merry storyTT, theTory;piping hotFrom Ebenezer Barber,Who saiPd right from England,IitAndlies inBoston harbour.Bow wow wow,Bow wow wow.fal lalde iddy iddy,This