THE ANTIGALLICAN PRIVATEER.
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d,
On board of her with speed we’ll hie;
She’ll soon be fit to sail away;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, haste away,
To the Antigallican haste away.
For gold we’ll sail the ocean o’er,
From Britain’s isle to the French shore;
No ships from us shall run away;—
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
The Spaniards too, those cunning knaves,
We’ll take their ships and make them slaves;
Till war’s declar’d we’ll never stay;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
If we should meet with a galloon,
Our own we’ll make her very soon;
Then drums shall beat and music play—
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
Our country calls us all to arms,
To keep us safe from French alarms;
Then let us all her voice obey,
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
When we are rich, then home we’ll steer,
And enter Shields with many a cheer;
To meet our friends so blythe and gay;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
To Charlotte’s Head then let’s repair,
We’ll be receiv’d with welcome there;
We’ll enter then without delay;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
A NEW SONG,
On the Opening of Jarrow Colliery, 1803.
Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing,
And of their Colliery at Jarrow;
Of coals that are good as e’er swam the flood,
For home consumption or far, O.
They tell us, my friend, there’s coal at Walls-End,
Can scarcely meet with a marrow;
But let them come here, we’ll make it appear,
Coals were not then wrought at Jarrow.
There is Heaton Main, and Walker by name,
Known to most near and far, O;
I this will maintain in language that’s plain,
There’s none that surpasseth Jarrow;
Above the Tyne Bridge, its often been said,
Few with these can compare, O;
A good dog was Brag—but hold fast, my lad—
Nothing they knew then of Jarrow!
To Temple and King, great wealth may they bring,
From home consumption, or far, O;
May success attend, wherever they send
Their coals, the produce of Jarrow.
May overmen all, with great and the small,
Ne’er have occasion to sorrow!
May heart, hand, and head, procure them bread,
For wives and children at Jarrow!
Call another bowl to enliven our soul,
Temple we’ll drink and his marrow;
Three cheers we will give, cry, Long may they live!
The prosp’rous owners of Jarrow.
Call another bowl, &c.
East Rainton.
L——