The time bound ftraight for Portugal,
K ight fore and aft we bore ; And as we made Cape Ortegal
A gale blew off the fhore ; She lay, fo it did /hock her,
A log upon the main, Till, fav'd from Davy's locker,
We put to fea again.
Next in a frigate failing,
Upon a fqually night, Thunder and lightening hailing
The horrors of the fight ; My precious limb was lopp'd off,
I, when they'd eas'd my pain, Thank'd God I was not popp'd oft^
And went to Tea again.
Yet fllll I am enabled
To bring up in life's rear, Altho' I'm quite difabled,
And lie in Greenwich tier; The King, God blefs his royalty,
Has fav'd me from the main ; I'll praife with love and loyalty,
But ne'er to fea again.
��THE VICAR AND MOSES.
jnpiHERE was once. it was faid, when, 'tis out of JL my head ;
Aye, and where to yet true is my taJe ; That a round-belly'd Vicar bepimpled with liquor, Could flick to no* text like good ale.
Tol de rol, lol de rol, &c. K He
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