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AU night in this condition we were tossing to and frc
At three o'clock in the moming we were in the
midst of wo;
FuU twenty-seven men on deck, with each a broken
heart, [did part
The Albion struck against a rock, and midships ska
Our passengers were twenty-nine, when fi"om New
York she came.
When twenty-five bold sailor lads, as ever cross'd
the main;
Full fifty-four we had on board, when first we did
set sail, [tale.
And only nine escap'd the wreck, tp tell the dreadful
So now that noble vessel, the Albion, she is lost.
Though the tempestuous ocean, she so oftentimes
had cross'd;
Our noble captain he is lost; a man, a sailor bold.
And many a gallant Ufe is lost, and many a hearl
made cold.
The Mail-Coach.
As sung by Mr. MATTHEWS.
Come, listen to my story.
Now seated in my glory.
We make no longer stay;
A bottle of good sheriy
Has made us all quite merry,
Let Momus rule the day;
We hearty all and well are.
Drive to the White Horse Cellar,
Get a snack before we go;
Bring me a leg of mutton—
Pm hunsirv as a fflutton—
'O-,'
Some gravy soup—Hollo.