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Poor foolish child---how pleas'd was I
When news of Nelson's victory came;
Along the crouded streets to fly,
To see the lighted windows flame!
To force me home my mother sought,
She could not bear to see my joy :
For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor Orphan Boy !
The people's shouts were long and loud,
My mother shudd'ring, clos'd her ears;
Rejoice! rejoice! still cry'd the croud,
My mother answer'd with her tears!
Why are you crying thus, said I,
While others laugh and shout with joy
She kiss'd me, and with such a sigh,
She call'd me her poor Orphan Boy!
What is an Orphan Boy? I cry'd,
As in her face I look'd and smil'd,
My mother through her tears reply'd,
'You'll know to soon, ill-fated child.'
And now they've toll'd my mother's knell,
And I'm no more a parent's joy:
Ah! Lady, I have known too well
What 'tis to be an Orphan Boy!
Oh! were I by your bounty fed,
Nay, gentle lady, do not chide;
Trust me-I mean to earn my bread,
The Sailor's Orphan Boy has pride
