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THE TAR.

Bold as when the forest's lord,
Roused by departing day,
By force nor howling tempests aw'd,
Forth issues to the prey;
So goes the tar, by glory call'd,
By foe or fate so unappall'd,
The angry deep to try;
To conquer or to die!
But, as the lamb in rural shade,
On shore no thoughts his mind pervade,
But what with peace agree;
'Tis then his best delight to prove,
The joys of friendship and of love,
With sweet humanity!
Then comes the feast of a jovial soul,
To laugh and sing and drain the bowl,
And drink, with a gallant three times three,
“Britannia! George! and Liberty!”
 

The music of this and following Songs may be had at the various Music Shops in Town.