STAND TO YOUR GUNS. [Composed by C. Carter.] STAND to your guns, my hearts of oak, Ram home the guns and spunge them well Let us be sure the balls will tell; The cannon's roar shall sound their knell; Be steady, boys, be steady. Not yet, nor yet, nor yet; Now the elements do rattle; A broadside, my boys! Wing'd with fate the bullets fly, Conquer, boys, or bravely die. She sinks, she sinks, she sinks, huzza! To the bottom down she goes! WHEN Britain on her sea-girt shore Her ancient Druids erst address'd, What aid, she cried, shall I implore? The hostile nations round thee rise, Thine oaks, descending to the main, Where'er her thundering navy rides. Where commerce opens all her stores, In social bands shall league mankind, And join the sea-divided shores. Spread thy white sails where naval glory calls: Britain's best bulwarks are her wooden walls, Hail, happy isle! What though thy vales Yet liberty rewards the toil Of industry to labour prone, Who jocund ploughs the grateful soil, And reaps the harvest she has sown; While other realms tyrannic sway enthrals; Britain's best bulwarks are her wooden walls. Six "Songs of the Mid Watch," written by Captain Willes Johnson, R.N. Composed by Klitz. No. 1.-THE SAILOR'S BEQUEST. [The Music of this and the following five Songs may be had of *Messrs. Purday, 45, High Holborn.] THE fight was o'er, and strew'd around And those who nobly died had found One ling'ring lived, who vainly strove A pray'r he breath'd to Heav'n above, 'Twas poor Tom Ratline wounded lay, 'Tis Mem'ry's dream of joys, though fled, "If our good prize should pay us well, Take all my share, and, hark ye! tell The rhino out to Sue. Dry her sweet eyes-salt tears they'll pour "Say my last thought"-he could no more, No.2.-THE MARINER'S INVOCATION. BRIGHT MOON! fair Moon! the mariner's friend, When wintry storms prevail, Deign from thy throne of state to bend, And list a lover's tale. She I adore is far away, And I may roam the main For years ere comes the happy day Then, beauteous Moon, fair Queen of Night! Still more thy friendship prove; Reflect, as in a mirror bright, The face of her I love. I'd forfeit all thy cheerful light If sometimes to my view Thoud'st bring the form of that sweet maid, So tender and so true. Then beauteous Moon, fair Queen of Night! My fondest wish approve, And show me in thy mirror bright The face of her I love. No. 3.-THE HEART KNOWS ONLY ONE. wwwnan THE landsmen tell you those who roam O'er Ocean's boundless tide, On ev'ry shore can find a home, In ev'ry port a bride. Heed not, sweet maid, their idle prate, As warm the heart of thy sailor-mate, What though, when storms our bark assail, And not a star appears?— True to the pole as I to thee, It faithful still will prove, An emblem, dear, of constancy, Then turn from what the landsmen say, They seize the time when we're away To practise every wile; O'er beauty bright our looks may rove, We ne'er its influence shun, But though the eye has many a love, The heart knows only one. |