Our leaders all so brave and bold, Shou'd I in verse recite, A, A baggage waggon wou'd not hold The songs that I cou'd write, A: Their deeds so great, their words so mild, O take our worst commander, And to him Cæsar was a child, And so was Alexander. Fal lal, &c. Such men as these we'll follow thro' The world, and brave all danger; Each volunteer is firm and true, His heart's to fear a stranger; Good folks farewell, God bless the king, With angels centry o'er him; Now, hark! to Winchester, we'll sing, And push about the jorum. Fal lal lal la ral. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 199: Called in the Rox. coll., "Hark to Winchester; or, The Yorkshire Volunteers, &c."] [Footnote 200: Henry, last earl Fauconberg, only son of Thomas 1st earl. He was lord lieutenant and custos rotulorum of the North Riding of Yorkshire, and Lord of the Bedchamber to George III; died 23 March, 1802, and was buried at Coxwold.] [Footnote 201: On the 16 Jan. 1780, admiral Rodney met a Spanish squadron off Cape St. Vincent, under the command of admiral Don Juan du Langara, and completely defeated it; capturing the Phoenix, of 80 guns, bearing the flag of the admiral, the Monarca, Princessa, and Diligenta, each of 70 guns. The St. Domingo, of 70 guns, blown up; and the San Julian and San Eugenio, of 70 guns, surrendered: while the British had the trifling loss of only 32 men killed and 120 wounded. Both houses of parliament voted Rodney thanks for his conduct upon the occasion, and the freedom of the city of London was presented him in a gold box valued at 100 guineas. Lord Rodney, K.B., died 24 May, 1792.] FRAGMENT OF THE HAGMENA SONG.[202] As sung at Richmond, Yorkshire, on the eve of the New-Year, by the Corporation Pinder. To-night it is the New-year's night, to morrow is the day, And we are come for our right, and for our ray,[203] As we used to do in old king Henry's day. Sing, fellows, sing, Hagman-heigh. If you go to the bacon-flick, cut me a good bit; Cut, cut and low, beware of your maw; Cut, cut and round, beware of your thumb, That me and my merry men may have some. Sing, fellows, sing, Hagman-heigh. If you go to the black-ark, bring me X mark; Ten mark, ten pound, throw it down upon the ground, That me and my merry men may have some. Sing, fellows, sing, Hagman-heigh. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 202: The custom of singing Hagmena songs is observed in different parts of the north of England, and in Scotland. The origin of the term is a matter of dispute. Some derive it from "au guy l'an neuf," _to the misletoe this new year_; others suppose the term to be a corruption of hagia mênê, _the holy month_. The Hagmena songs are sometimes sung on Christmas Eve, and sometimes, as at Richmond, on the eve of the new year. See BRAND'S _Popular Antiquities_.]