But losing of his five brave men, Did grieve him ten times more--brave boys. "Come, weigh your anchor, my brave boys, For the winter star I see; It is time we should leave this cold country And for England bear away--brave boys." For Greenland is a barren place, Neither light nor day to be seen, Nought but ice and snow where the whale fish blew And the day-light's seldom seen--brave boys. GOLDEN VANITEE |Sir Walter Raleigh has built a ship In the Netherlands; And it is called the Sweet Trinity, And was taken by the false Gallaly, Sailing in the Lowlands. Is there never a seaman bold In the Netherlands? That will go take this false Gallaly, And to redeem the Sweet Trinity, Sailing in the Lowlands. Then spoke the little ship-boy In the Netherlands; "Master, master, what will you give me? And I will take this false Gallaly, And release the Sweet Trinity Sailing in the Lowlands." "I'll give thee gold, and I'll give thee fee, In the Netherlands; And my eldest daughter thy wife shall be, Sailing in the Lowlands." He set his breast and away he did swim, In the Netherlands; Until he came to the false Gallaly, Sailing in the Lowlands. He had an augur fit for the nonce In the Netherlands; The which will bore Fifteen good holes at once, Sailing in the Lowlands. Some were at cards, and some at dice, In the Netherlands; Until the salt water flashed in their eyes, Sailing in the Lowlands. Some cut their hats, and some their caps, In the Netherlands; For to stop the salt-water gaps, Sailing in the Lowlands. He set his breast and away did swim, In the Netherlands; Until he came to his own ship again, Sailing in the Lowlands. "I have done the work I promised to do In the Netherlands; For I have sunk the false Gallaly, And released the Sweet Trinity, Sailing in the Lowlands. "You promis'd me gold, and you promis'd me fee, In the Netherlands; Your eldest daughter my wife she must be, Sailing in the Lowlands." (_nonce_, occasion.) "You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, In the Netherlands; But my eldest daughter your wife shall never be, Sailing in the Lowlands." "Then fare you well, you cozening Lord, In the Netherlands; Seeing you are not as good as your word, For sailing in the Lowlands." And thus shall I conclude my song Of the sailing in the Lowlands; Wishing happiness to all seamen, old and young, In their sailing in the Lowlands. THE YORKSHIRE HORSE-DEALER |Near to Clapham town-gate lived an old Yorkshire tike, Who in dealing in horseflesh had ne'er met his like; 'Twas his pride that in all the hard bargains he'd hit, He'd bit a great many, but never been bit. (_town-gate_, high road.) This old Tommy Tavers (by that name he was known),