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SONGSTER. 4^
BeUeve not what the landsmen say,
Who tempt witli doubts thy constant mind ;
They tell thee, sailor?, when away,
lu'ev'ry port a* mistress iind;
Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee so,
For thou art present, whercsoe'er I go.
If to fair India's coast we saU,
Thine eyes are seen in diamonds bright.
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale.
Thy skin is ivory, so white;
Thus, ev'ry beauteous object' that J view,
Wakes in my soul some charms of lovely Siite.
Thdugh battles call* me from thy arms.
Let not my pretty Susan mourn :
Though cannons roar, yet safe from hantis,
William shall to his dear return ;
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadful word.
The sails their swelling bosoms spread.
No longer must she stay on board,
They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head;.
Her lessening boat, unwiiling rows to land,
A.dieu i she cried, arid 'waved her lily hand.
TlBe Bucket.
BY SAMlTEiu WOODWORTH, K?Q.
TUNE—" Jessie, the Flower of Dnnnhlane.*'
H /W dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection recalls them to view-^-
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wUdwoodi
And ev'ry lov'd spot that my infancy knew;