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# Rambling boy with the answer (1)/The New Way of Admiral Benbow

The New Way of Admiral BENBOW.
COME all you seamen bold, Lend an ear, lend an ear. Come all you seamen bold lend an ear, 'Tis of our Admiral’s fame. Brave Benbow call’d by name, How he fought on the main You shall hear, you shall hear. How he fought on the main, you shall hear. ​Brave Benbow he set sail, For to fight, for to fight, Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight, Brave Benbow he set sail, With a sweet and pleasant gale. But his Captains they turned tail In a fright, in a fright. But his Captains turned tail in a fright.
Says Kirby unto Wood, I will run, I will run, Says Kirby unto Wood, I will run, I value no disgrace, Nor the-losing of my place, For mine en'mies I’ll not face. With a gun, with a gun. For mine en’mies I’ll not face with a gun,
was Ruby and Noah’s Ark, Fought the French, fought the French, ’Twas the Ruby and Noah’s Ark fought the French, For there were ten in all, Poor souls they fought them all. They valued them not at all, Would not flinch, would not flinch, They valued them not at all, would not flinch.
Hard fortune that it was. By chain-shot, by chain-shot, Hard fortune that it was by chain-shot, Our Admiral lost his leg. And of his men did beg, ​Fight on my boys, he said, Tis my lot, ’tis my lot, Fight on my British boys, 'tis my lot.
While the surgeon dress'd his wounds. How he cry’d, how he cry’d While the surgeon dress'd his wounds, how he Let my cradle now in haste, (cry’d, On the quarter-deck be plac’d, That mine en’mies I may face Till I die, till I die. That mine en’mies I may face, till I die.
And there brave Benbow lay Crying out boys, crying out boys, And there brave Benbow lay, crying out boys, Let’s tack about once more. We’ll drive them all on shore, We value not half a score, Nor their noise, nor their noise. We value not half a score, nor their noise.
Unsupported thus he fought Nor would run, nor would run Unsupported thus he fought nor would run. Till his ship was a mere wreck, And no one would him back, For the other would not slack To fire a gun, to fire a gun, For the other would not slack to fire a gun.
For Jamaica then at last, He set sail, he set sail, For Jamaica then at last he set sail, ​Where Wentworth he did try, Those Cowards that did fly, And from the French in fright Turned tail, turned tail. And from the French in fright, turned tail.
And those found most to blame, They were shot, they were shot, And those found most to blame, they were Brave Benbow then at last, (shot. For grief of what was paft, In a fever dy’d at last By hard lot, by hard lot, In a fever dy’d at hit, by hard lot.
# Rambling boy with the answer (1)/Cynthia's Perplexity

CYNTHIA'S PERPLEXITY.
CYMTHIA frowns whene'er l woo her, Yet she’s vex'd if I give over. Much she fears I slould undo her, But much more to lose her lover; Thus in doubting she refuses, And not winning thus she loses.
Prithee. Cynthia, look behind you. Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you; Then too late, desire will'find you. When the power must forsake you. Think upon the sad condition To be past, yet wish fruition.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket, 1803.
# The Lamp-Lighter/The Lamp-Lighter

THE LAMP-LIGHTER.
sung by mr. dibdin.
I'M jolly Dick the Lamp-lighter, they say the Sun's my Dad, And truly I believe it, Sir, for I'm a pretty lad; Father and I the world delight, and make it look so gay, The difference is, I light by night, and Father lights by day. Father and I the world delight, &c.
But Father's not the like of I, for knowing life and fun, For I strange tricks and fancies spy, folks never show the fun; Rogues, owls, and bats can't bear the light, I've heard your wife ones fay, And so, d'ye mind, I fee at night things never seen by day, Rogues, owls, and bats, &c.
At night men lay aside all art, as quite a useless task, And many a face, and many a heart will their pull off the mask; Each formal Prude, and holy Wight, will throw disguise away, And fin it openly at night, who fainted it all day, Each formal, &c,
His darling hoard the miser views, misses from friends decamp, And many a statesman mischief brews to his country o’er his lamp; So father and I, d'ye take me right, are just on the fame lay, I bare-fac’d sinners light by night, and he false faints by day, So father and I, d’ye take me right, &c.
# The Lamp-Lighter/Sweet Jean of Tyrone

SWEET JEAN OF TYRONE.
MY father often told me, He never would controul me. But make me a draper it I staid at home, But I took a notion, Of a higher promotion, To try other parts than the county of Tyrone.
It was not in variance, That I left my parents, As little they knew the road I had gone; But I thank my instructor, And kindly conductor, (rone. Who landed me safe from the county of Ty-
When I travelled to Newry, Where l fell a courting, A courting a girl for a wife of my own, But when I came to her, She would not endure me, (Tyrone. She told me I was married in the county of
​Then I staid a whole season,
At the cotton weaving, Still thinking my true love would alter her tone, But with quirk apprehension. She quickly made mention, ( Tyrone. Where’s your character from the county of
For my character, You need ne'er mind it I never was married, or promis'd to none, Then she swore by her conscience, She would run all chances And travel with me to the county of Tyrone.
Then early next morning The fun was adorning, (stone. We travell’d from Killwight by the 3 mile The guard they pursu'd us, But never could view us. (rone, I wish'd from my heart I had my love in Ty-
As we were a walking, And lovingly talking, We met an old man was walking alone; He told them he met us, And where they would get us, ( Tyrone. And that we were talking of the county of
This eased their t ouble, Their steps they did double, (bones, And said if they’d get me they’d break all my They said if they’d get me, A prisoner they’d make me (rone. Transmit me to Onag, and hang me in Ty-
​There was a water nigh us, Where vessels were lying, (known, And all the whole story to them we made They threw a plank to us, And on board they drew us, And told us their vessel was bound to Tyrone.
Then my love lay a dying, Lamenting and crying, (home, offer'd her a cordial which I brought from But with quick apprehension, She quickly rejected I 'll be doing without it till I come to Tyrone.
When we arrived In our native country, all the whole case to my father made known, Five hundred pounds he gave us, If that will not do us, ( Tyrone, He'll crown us with glory in the county of
These two live together, In joy and great pleasure, If you want to see them you must go to Tyrone, My love's name to finish, Is Miss Jeany Innes, (of Tyrone. and myself bold M'Ginnes from the county
# The Lamp-Lighter/Sailor Jack

SAILOR JACK.
LAst Sunday morning I sailed from Cork, On board the Montague, There s one on board I dearly love, And I hope he will prove true,
​Kind Heaven fend him safely back, My life, my joy, my sailor Jack. Fal lal de ral, &c.
The first time he came to fee me, He was drest in his rich array, He was drest all in his rich brocades, With other garments gay; Deceive me not because I'm young, You've got a false and flattering tongue. Fal lal de ral, &c.
The second time he came to court me, He was drest in sailor’s array: He was drest all in his speckled shirt, With other garments gay; So sweet he sat and sung by me, With his good humour track and free. Fal lal de ral, &c.
If I on board with you should go, Don't be angry with me my dear; Your cabin I will closely keep; No man will I come near, And when your mess is almost out, I'll help to steer your ship about.
Fal lal, &c.
And when you're on the raging main, Think on your Molly dear; Constant I’ll be as the turtle dove, No reason you have to fear; Ho t up your fails, push back your oars, And turn to your Molly's arms once more. Fal lal de ral, &c,
# The Lamp-Lighter/Answer to Sailor Jack

ANSWER TO SAILOR JACK.
LAst Sunday morning we went to sea, With a sweet and pleasant gale, My lovely Molly's white and red, Was turn'd to deadly pale. But if fortune send me safe on shore, I'll cherish Molly's heart once more. Fal lal de ral, &c.
She has a long and slender waist, Her breast as white as snow, She has a kind and am’rous look, And her mind with wit doth flow! She’s in her humour frank and free, And sings with a sweet melody. Fal lal de ral, &c.
When we were on the raging main, Drinking good wine and beer, At other times with a bowl of punch, Our Sailor’s hearts to cheer: Yet none of these so pleaseth me, As when in my Molly's company. Fal lal de ral, &c.
When I go to the top-mast head, For some strange mast to spy, I set my face towards the shore, And casts a watchful eye: Hoping my dearest for to see, Come rowing in a boat to me. Fal lal de ral, &c.
​May Neptune smooth the foaming seas, Boreas a gale bestow: That our hollowed sails belly’d from the masts, By a gentle breeze may blow To send as to our wish’d for shore, I’ll fly to her arms whom I do adore. Fal lal de ral, &c.
# The Lamp-Lighter/My Slave at Last

MY SLAVE AT LAST.
YES, all the world will sure agree, He who’s secure of having thee, Will be entirely blest; But it were in me too great a wrong, To make one who has been so long My Queen, my Slave at last.
Nor ought these things to be confin’d That were for public good design’d; Cou'd we, in foolish pride, Make the sun always with us stay, 'Twould burn our corn and grass away, To starve the world beside.
Let not the thoughts of parting, fright Two fouls which passion does unite; For while our love does last, Neither will strive to go away And why the Devil should they stay, When once that love is past!
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M, Robertfon, Saltmarket, 180(illegible text)
# The Waldensian Church in the valleys of Piedmont/Title Page

THE
WALDENSIAN CHURCH
IN THE
VALLEYS OF PIEDMONT,
FROM THE EARLIEST PERIOD TO THE PRESENT TIME.
BY the late JANE LOUISA WILLYAMS.
A New and Revised Edition, with a view of the present state of the Waldensian Church, and of its Missions in Italy.
EDITED BY MRS MATHESON,
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY, 56, Paternoster Row; 65, St. Paul’s Churchyard; and 164, Piccadilly.
# The Waldensian Church in the valleys of Piedmont/Frontispiece

CHURCH OF CIABAS, THE OLDEST WALDENSIAN CHURCH.
See p. 129.
# Gosport tragedy, or, The perjured ship carpenter

Goſport Tragedy;
OR, THE
Perjured Ship Carpenter.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE SCOTS BONNET.
THE RELIEF BY THE BOWL.
GET MARRIED as SOON as you CAN.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket, 1801.
* Gosport Tragedy
* The Scots Bonnet
* The Relief by the Bowl
* Get Married As Soon As You Can
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# Gosport tragedy, or, The perjured ship carpenter/The Scots Bonnet

THE SCOTS BONNET.
'TIS in vain to diſpute of a ſhoe or a boot, The Muſes infpire my ſonnet, My aim is to ſing of a much better thing, And the thing that I mean is a bonnet, brave boys, And the ſubject I chuſe is a bonnet.
I mean not to ſpeak in Latin or Greek, Nor on Gælic, nor Irſh upon it, Good people attend, I mean to commend, And to be in the praiſe of a bonnet, brave boys, And not in diſprute of a bonnet
The Spaniard in pride, with ſword by his ſide, Like Quixote may ſwager and Don it; The helmet and crown, tho' names of renown, May rank with their equals a bonnet, brave boys, May not bluſh to rank with a bonnet.
​⟨S⟩ay don't take me wrong, the theme of my ſong, Iſn't that with flounces upon it, ⟨w⟩hich Ladies ſo fair, doth commonly wear, I mean that the Scots wear a bonnet, brave boys, Who ne'er was aſham'd of a bonnet.
⟨Th⟩is a bonnet of worth, tho' come from the North, And worthy a much better ſonnet, ⟨Th⟩e bonnet I ſing, is fit for a King, Nor care I who laugh at my bonnet, brave boys, Nor value who banners my bonnet
⟨Th⟩en don't take it ill, that I with my quill, Have flouriſh'd encomiums upon it, ⟨Sin⟩ce Turban & Turk have ne'er caus'd ſuch work, As Donald has done with his oner, brave boys, As Donald has done with his bonnet,
⟨Th⟩e hat may pretend with the cap to contend, And Critics nay ſay much upon it, ⟨Bu⟩t neither ſhall dare in the laſt to compare, Or candidates fond with the bonnet, brave boys, Or vie with your litters a bonnet.
# Gosport tragedy, or, The perjured ship carpenter/The Relief by the Bowl

The RELIEF by the BOWL
SINCE drinking has power to bring us relief, Come fill up the bowl, and the pox on all grief, we find that won't do, we'll have ſuch another; and ſo will proceed from one bowl to another; all, like ſons of Apollo, we'll make our wits ſoar, in honour to Bacchus fall down on the floor.
Apollo and Bacchus were both merry ſouls, ⟨bot⟩h of them delighted to toſs off their bowls; ⟨th⟩en let us to ſhow ourſelves mortals of merit, ⟨in⟩ toaſting the gods in a bowl of good claret, ⟨and⟩ then we ſhall each be deſerving of praiſe: the man that drinks moſt ſhall go off with the bays.
# Gosport tragedy, or, The perjured ship carpenter/Get Married As Soon As You Can

Get Married as soon as You can.
YOU virgins attend, and believe me your friend and with patience give ear to my plan, Let it never be ſaid, you will die an old maid, but get married as ſoon as you can.
Wherever you find that your heart does incling be quick at the ſight of a man; Let it never be ſaid, that you'll die an old maid, but get married as ſoon as you can.
For age will come no doubt, & beauty will wear out and life of itſelf's but a ſpan, So while ye're in your prime, to love you muſt incline and get married as ſoon as you can.
Firſt chuſe out a youth, of honour and truth, and never take a fool by the hand; With a man that has ſenſe a new life you'll commend and get married as ſoon as you can.
And you for your part to cheer your huſband's heart muſt act a prudent part to a man;
When a wife begins to ſcold, her tongue ſhe'll never hold which is ſurely little pleaſure to a man.
A rake when he's wed when he takes't in his head! to a houſe of bad ſame he will gang. If's wife's chaſtezt home, he'll quickly ceaſe to roam and all ſuch wicked practice refrain.
I've heard of ſome miſhaps befalling wicked chaps of wives that have huſbands of their own; Their names muſt conceal, the truth I dare not tell yet I ſwear that they dwell in this town.
Printed by J. and M. Robertfon, Saltmarket, 1801.
# The Waldensian Church in the valleys of Piedmont/Contents

CONTENTS.
# Spendthrift clapt into limbo, or, the rake reclaim'd

ΤΗΕ
Spendthrift clapt into Limbo;
OR, THE
RAKE RECLAIM'D.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
In PRAISE of SWEET POLLY.
The ANSWER to SWEET POLLY.
On BOARD of a MAN of WAR.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON,
Saltmarket, 1802.
* Spendthrift clapt into limbo, or, the rake reclaim'd
* Sweet Polly
* The Answer to Sweet Polly
* On Board of a Man of War
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# Spendthrift clapt into limbo, or, the rake reclaim'd/Sweet Polly

SWEET POLLY.
DOWN in yon country lives a pretty dame, She's called ſweet Polly always by her name, Her checks are like cherries, her lips are like dew, There's none in the world I can fancy but you.
How can I be eaſy or compos'd in my mind! To leave Polly my fancy and jewel behind? I'll go to the ocean and ſail it all through, Unleſs that my Polly, ſweet Poly be true.
If I had a thouſand pounds laid up in ſtore, I'd give it to Polly, had I as much more, I'd throw out my net to catch her in a ſnare, And bring her home I vow and declare.
Was I a fiſherman who lives by the tide, And Polly a ſalmon, ſwimming by my ſide, ​I'd throw out my net to catch her in a ſnare, And bring her home I vow and declare.
If you ſee my Polly going to the fair, She's the toaſt of the country I vow and declare, With her red roſy cheeks and her golden hair, I here is none in the world can with ber compare.
My love is ſweeter than the larks when they ſing, Or the pleaſant herb that ſummer doth bring, The lilie of the vale is not fairer than ſhe, I'll die for her ſake if ſhe won't kinder be.
My love is like a roſe in a garden ſteep, Her neck is like a ſwan ſwimming in the deep, Ye gods! pray ſend the time ſoon to be, When I ſhall enjoy Polly, and Polly me.
Her breath's ſweet as vi'lets, her eyes like ſloes, Whene'er I behold her my heart overflows; If her friends be contented, together we'll go, To this make an anſwer, love, ſay ay or no.
# Spendthrift clapt into limbo, or, the rake reclaim'd/The Answer to Sweet Polly

The ANSWER to SWEET POLLY.
DOwn by yonder river I heard a fine ſong, (long, The voice wast moſt ſweet, the theme was not From a beautiful creature, her voice was moſt dear, I'd thought myfelf happy had my love been ſo near
And still all her cry was my dear come away, 'Tis for your ſweet ſake, love, ſo long I do ſtay: I drew a little nigh to a tree that was green, The leaves they did ſhade me I could not be ſeen,
It was not long after when a young man came by, With his curled black hair, and a black rolling eye, He ſaluted his miſtreſs, and by her ſat down, Then their ruby red lips together did join.
​I ſaw by her bluſhes her true love was come, He faluted his true love, she bade him ſit down, Her colour went from her, and ſo came again, She was ſeized with love, ſo great was her pain.
What ſays my fair one to the will I reſign, What pleaſes your fancy ſhall always pleaſe mine, They join'd heart & hand, to the church they did go, Now Colin and Polly lives conſtant and true.
# Spendthrift clapt into limbo, or, the rake reclaim'd/On Board of a Man of War

On BOARD of a MAN of WAR.
COme all ye jolly fellows, come, quickly come, At the ſound of a trumpet & beat of a drum, To range on the ocean we all will comply, Our wives and our miſtreſſes we'll freely paſs by, We'll ſhip ourſelves off, our fortunes to try, On board of a man of war.
You lads that's got maſters that don't give your Take our advice and join in our crew (due, You lads that fear limbo for drinking of ſtrong ale, Come a Volunteer and we'll enter in bail, And pay off your debt with a flying top-ſail, On board of a man of war.
Of a moon ſhining night when we're plowing the Whilft you ſilly landmen are lying aſleep, (deep, Perhaps the next morning we take a rich prize, Remitting the French gold to our miſtreſſes & wires, And thus in great pleaſure we ſpend all our lives, On board of a man of war.
Our anchor we weighed and ſail'd on a cruise, With rum, ſtip and bumbo, we merrily did bouze, We hoiſted our Jack, and our Pendant let fly, A fig for the French dogs that dare us come nigh, Whilſt fire on board is all our whole cry, On board of a man of war.
​To the wooden walls of Britain ſtraight we'll repair, You cowardly Frenchmen and Spaniards beware, The admiral's a-coming, we'll ſoon get relief, We'll make you return what ye ſtole like a thief, While the Lion is rouſed he'll be your whole chief, On board of a man of war.
Now ſince brave Vincent is ſailing the deep, We'll make them cry marblew wherever we weet, At the bounce of a cannon and beat of a drum, We'll frighten all our enemies wherever we come, To ſerve royal George we will die by the gun, On board of a man of war.
Come all you brave failors and boldly advance, For it is high time to conquer proud Frances Take courage my hearts, & our coaſts we will clear, Their ſides we'll ſhatter, & their rigging we'll tear, And thus we'll rejoice while they die in deſpair, On board of a man of war.
Take courage my lads and don't be afraid, The French to attack for the good of our trade, While trempets do ſound and the cannons do roar, Our ſhot like the hail upon them we'll pour, And thus we'll rejoice while they die in deſpair, On board of a man of war.
When we return to the Old Britiſh ſhore, With our golden priz s, we'll drink, ſing and roar, While trumpets do ſound, and bells they do ring, Good tidings of victory to Britain do bring, At every huzza, we cry, God ſave the King, On board of a man of war.
Glaſgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon,
Saltmarket, 1801,
# The Rights of Women and the Sexual Relations

Sections
Copyright, 1891. by Karl Schmemann
Copyright. 1898, by Karl Schmemann
Sections
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# Queen Elizabeth's Farewell Broadcast to Ceylon, 1954

Delivered on 21 April 1954, Radio Ceylon Sources: Ceylon Today: Volume 3, Issues 3-12, 1954, pp. 29, <https://www.google.co.in/books/edition/Ceylon_Today/s5M5AQAAIAAJ>. and Commonwealth Survey: Volume 1, 1954, pp. 59, <https://www.google.co.in/books/edition/Commonwealth_Survey/av9gAAAAIAAJ>.
This evening I wish to say a few words of farewell while the lights of Ceylon are still in sight. When my husband and I landed at Colombo twelve days ago my own knowledge of Ceylon was only at second-hand. As your Queen and as Head of the Commonwealth, I had the great advantage of being able to learn something of your Island from your statesmen when they visited London for conferences and to attend my Coronation.
The resident High Commissioners, too, and many others had told me of the loyalty and friendliness for which you are famous. But, even so, I could not then feel that I know you, my people of Ceylon, as well or as intimately as I desired.
Today our relationship is strikingly different. Your welcome, given so generously and spontaneously in city and countryside, has brought you very near to us both, and though we should have liked to stay longer in your beautiful island, we nevertheless feel that our time here has taught us much about your lives, your work and your ideals, which we shall certainly never forget.
Many in Ceylon, both great and small, have helped to make our visit a success. The Governor-General and the Prime Minister, with all the resources of the Ceylon Government, have worked together to plan and carry out our tour. Soldiers, sailors and airmen, the police and police volunteers, the civil service and many civic and charitable organisations have lent their powerful support. We thank them all most warmly and above all we thank you, the people of this land, for your kindness and for your goodwill.
Your country's past is long and famous, but from what I have seen I am convinced that the future holds even more for Ceylon and for her people. Provided that you remain united and industrious you have nothing to fear and you may always rest assured that I, as your Queen, will watch your growing prosperity with the deepest pride and affection.
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