I jump’d over board in the troubléd main, To save my poor father--but all was in vain, I clasp’d his cold clay, for quite lifeless was he, Then forc’d for to leave him, sink down in the sea. I clung to a plank, and so gained the shore, With sad news for mother, and father no more, For mother, with grief broken hearted did die, And I was left to wander--so pity poor I. A lady of fortune, she heard him complain, And shelteréd him from the wind and the rain, She said, I’ve employment,--no parents have I, I will think of an orphan, till the day that I die. He well did his duty, and gained a good name, Till the lady she died, and he master became, She left him 2000 bright pounds, and some land, So, if you’re ever so poor, you may live to be grand. [Illustration] _THE SMUGGLER’S BRIDE._ ATTENTION give and a tale I’ll tell, Of a damsel fair that in Kent did dwell, On the Kentish coast, when the tempest rolled, She fell deep in love with a smuggler bold. Upon her pillow she could not sleep, When her valiant smuggler was on the deep, While the winds did whistle she did complain, For her smuggler ploughing the raging main. When Will arrived on his native coast, He would fly to her that he valued most, He would fly to Nancy, his lover true, And forget all hardships he’d lately been through. One bright May morning the sun did shine, And lads and lasses all gay and fine, Along the coast they did trip along, To see the wedding, and sing a cheerful song. Young Nancy then bid her friends adieu, And to sea she went with her lover true, In storms and tempests all hardship braves, With her valiant smuggler upon the waves. One stormy night when the winds did rise, And dark and dismal appeared the skies, The tempest rolled and the waves did roar, And the valiant smuggler was driven from shore. Cheer up, cries William, my valiant wife, Says Nancy--I never valued life, I’ll brave the storms and the tempests through, And fight for William with sword and pistol too. At length a cutter did on them drive, The cutter on them did soon arrive, Don’t be daunted, though we’re but two, We’ll not surrender--like Britons true. Cheer up, says Nancy, with courage true, I will fight, dear William, and stand by you, They like Britons fought, Nancy stood by the gun, They beat their enemies and quick made them run. Another cutter now hove in sight, And joined to chase them with all their might; They were overpowered, and soon disarmed, It was then young Nancy and William were alarmed. A shot that moment made Nancy start, Another struck William to the heart, This shock distressed sweet Nancy’s charms, When she fell and died in William’s arms,