Then closely she observed him, And knew him now again. Her smiles dispelled her fears As sun disperseth rain. With kisses out of measure She clasped him to her heart, 'O now we meet together, We never more shall, part.' No. 108 PAUL JONES C.J.S. [Music] 1 An American frigate, the "Richard" by name, Mounted guns forty four and from New York she came, To cruise in the channel of old English fame, With a noble commander, Paul Jones was his name. 2 We had not cruised long ere two sails we espies, A large forty four, and a twenty likewise. Some fifty bright shippers, well loaden with store, And the convoy stood in for the old Yorkshire shore. 3 ['Bout twelve was the hour when we came alongside, With long speaking trumpet: 'Whence came you?' he cried. 'Ho! answer me quickly, I'll hail you no more, Or a thundering broadside I'll into you pour.'][28] 4 We fought them four glasses, four glasses so hot, Till forty bold seamen lay dead on the spot. And fifty five wounded lay drenched in their gore, While loudly the cannons of Paul Jones did roar. 5 [Our carpenter frightened, to Paul Jones he came, Our ship she leaks water, is likewise aflame. Paul Jones he made answer, thus to him replied, 'If we can do no better, we'll sink alongside.'][29] 6 The Serapis wore round, our vessel to rake O then the proud hearts of the English did ache. The shot flew so frequent, so fierce and so fast, That the bold British colours were haul'd down at last. 7 Oh! now my brave boys, we have taken a prize, A large forty four, and a twenty likewise. God help the poor mothers, bereavèd who weep For the loss of their sons in the unfathom'd deep. [Footnote 28: May be omitted when singing.] [Footnote 29: May be omitted when singing.] No. 109 THE MERRY HAYMAKERS H.F.S. [Music] 1 The golden sun is shining bright, The dew is off the field; To us it is our main delight, The fork and rake to wield. The pipe and tabor both shall play, The viols loudly ring, From morn till eve each summer day, As we go hay-making. CHORUS: The pipe and tabor, &c. 2 As we my boys hay-making go, All in the month of June, Both Tom and Bet, and Jess and Joe Their happy hearts in tune. O up come lusty Jack and Will, With pitchfork and with rake, And up come dainty Doll and Jill, The sweet, sweet hay to make. CHORUS: The pipe and tabor, &c. 3 O when the haysel all is done, Then in the arish grass, The lads shall have their fill of fun, Each dancing with his lass. The good old farmer and his wife, Shall bring the best of cheer, I would it were, aye, odds my life! Hay-making all the year. CHORUS: The pipe and tabor, &c. No. 110 IN BIBBERLEY TOWN C.J.S. [Music] 1