CHORUS.

Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Bet:
Port Admiral, you be damned.

I had the flour, and plums all picked, and suet all chopped fine,
To mix into a pudding rich, for all the mess to dine:

I pawn'd my ear-rings for the beef, it weighed at least a stone :
Now my fancy man is sent to sea, and I am left alone.

Here's Bet and Sue

Who stand here too,

A-shivering by my side;

They both are dumb,

They both look glum,

And watch the ebbing tide.

Poll put her arms a-kimbo:

At the admiral's house look'd she; To thoughts that were in limbo, She now a vent gave free: You've got a turkey, I'll be bound,

With which you will be crammed ;

I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound:

Port Admiral, you be damned.

CHORUS.

We'll give you a bit of our mind, old hound:
Port Admiral, you be damned.

I'm sure that in this weather they cannot cook their meat:
To eat it raw on Christmas Day will be a pleasant treat;
But let us all go home, girls; it's no use waiting here:
We'll hope that Christmas Day to come they'll have a better cheer.
So Bet and Sue,

Don't stand here too,

A-shivering by my side;

Don't keep so dumb,

Don't look so glum,

Nor watch the ebbing tide.

Poll put her arms a-kimbo:

At the admiral's house look'd she;

To thoughts that were in limbo,

She now a vent gave free.

So while they cut their raw salt junks,
With dainties you'll be cramm'd;
Here's once for all my mind, old hunks:
Port Admiral, you be damned.

CHORUS.

So once for all our mind, old hunks :
Port Admiral, you be damned.

OH! CRUEL.

Oh! cruel were my parents to tear my love from me,
And cruel were the press-gang that took him off to sea,
And cruel was the little boat that row'd him from the strand,
And cruel was the great big ship that sailed from the land.
Sing too rol lo, etc.

Oh! cruel was the water that bore her love from Mary, And cruel was the fair wind that would not blow contrary; And cruel was the captain, the boatswain and the men, Who didn't care a farthing if we ever met again.

Oh! cruel was the splinter to break my deary's leg,

Now he's obliged to fiddle, and I'm obliged to beg :

A vagabonding vagrant, and a rantipoling wife,

We fiddle, limp, and scrape it, thro' the ups and downs of life.

Oh! cruel was th' engagement in which my true love fought,
And cruel was the cannon-ball that knock'd his right eye out;
He us'd to leer and ogle me with peepers full of fun,
But now he looks askew at me, because he has but one.

My love he plays the fiddle, and wanders up and down,
And I sing at his elbow thro' all the streets in town.
We spend our days in harmony, and very seldom fight,
Except when he's his grog aboard, and I get queer at night.

Then ladies all take warning by my true love and me,
Tho' cruel fate should cross you, remember constancy;
Like me you'll be rewarded, and have your heart's delight,
With fiddling in the morning, and a drop of gin at night.

THE ANSWER TO OH! CRUEL.

Oh! cruel was thy parents that envied our love,
And cruel was the press-gang that gave me such a shove,
That took me head and heels and put me in a sack,

And to the water side one took me on his back.

Singing too rol loo rol, etc.

I thought I was to die, so I began to pray,
'Why hang your lazy hide,' one unto me did say,
'If you don't hold your clack I'll throw you overboard.'
I thought to my dear Poll I shall never be restor❜d.

They soon a sailor made me with their cuffs and whip,
I never lik'd their notions, I so often had to strip.
The enemy appear'd. Oh! dreadful was the sight,
The tarry lads so cheerfully preparing for the fight.

The captain loudly bawling every man to his gun,
I tried to skulk away, thinking I had none;

But I very soon found out my skulking would not do,

For an officer with sword in hand would quickly run me through.

I waddled to the deck, but I rolled like an egg,

When there came a whacking cannon-ball and took away my leg. I tumbled on my back and vented forth a sigh,

When a bullet in a twinkling knock'd out my poor right eye.

So from the cruel wars I am safe at home again,
And by my fiddling a livelyhood obtain,

And now you have proved true how happy shall we be--
We'll pass the days and nights in love and harmony.

Tho' cruel was my fortune I haven't lost the way
Of getting grog at night by fiddling all the day;
And tho' I am depriv'd by a cruel cannon-ball,
She'd rather have me as I am then ne'er a man at all.

THE FEMALE LIEUTENANT; OR, FAITHLESS

LOVER REWARDED.

William was a youthful lover,
William lov'd a lady fair;

Bells did ring and birds did sing,
As to the church they did repair.

Then came twenty brisk young sailors,
Drest in grand and rich array;
Instead of William being married,
Prest he was and sent away.

Soon his true love follow'd after,
By the name of William Carr ;
Her soft hands and milk-white fingers,
All were smear'd with pitch and tar.

Now behold the first engagement,
Bold she fought among the rest;
Her jacket open, void of danger,
All expos'd her snow-white breast.

When the captain came to hear it,

He said, 'What wind has brought you here?'
'Kind sir, I came to find my true love,
Him you prest I love so dear.'

'If that you came to find your true love,
Tell to me his name, I pray?'

'Brave sir, they call him William Taylor,
Him you prest and forc'd away.'

'If William Taylor is your true love
He is both cruel and severe,

For rise up early in the morning

You shall see him and his lady fair.

'For he some days ago was wedded
And lives upon the Isle of Man,

And with his beauteous bride has bedded
A truth that none deny it can.'

Then she rose early in the morning,
Early by the break of day,

There she saw sweet William Taylor
Walking with his lady gay.

She call'd quickly for a pistol,
It was brought at her command;
Strait she shot sweet William Taylor,
With the same soon out of hand.

When the captain saw the wonder
Which the maiden fair had done,
He instantly made her lieutenant
Of the gallant Thunder Bomb.

BILLY TAYLOR.

A Burlesque Ballad.

Sung by Mr. Emery, at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden.

Billy Taylor was a gay young fellow,

Full of mirth, and full of glee ;

And his heart he did diskiver

To a lady fair and free.

Fol lol, etc.

Four-and-twenty stout young fellows,
Clad they were in blue array,

Came and press'd young Billy Taylor,
And forthwith sent him to sea.

Fol lol, etc.

Soon his true love follow'd arter,

Under the name of Richard Carr ;

And her lily white hands she daub'd all over

With the nasty pitch and tar.

Fol lol, etc.

When they came to the first engagement,
Bold she fit amongst the rest,

Until a cannon-ball cut her jacket open,
And diskivered her lily white breast.

Fol lol, etc.