HOOD'S POEMS. WHIMS AND ODDITIES. FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN. AN OLD BALLAD. YOUNG BEN he was a nice young man, And he fell in love with Sally Brown, But as they fetched a walk one day, Whilst Ben he was brought to. The Boatswain swore with wicked words, Enough to shock a saint, That though she did seem in a fit, 'Twas nothing but a feint. 'Come, girl,' said he, 'hold up your head, He'll be as good as me; For when your swain is in our boat, A boatswain he will be.' So when they'd made their game of her, And taken off her elf, She roused, and found she only was 'And is he gone, and is he gone?' A waterman came up to her, 'If 'Alas! they've taken my beau Ben Says he, 'They've only taken him 'Oh! would I were a mermaid now, 'Alas! I was not born beneath Now Ben had sailed to many a place But in two years the ship came home, But when he called on Sally Brown, 'O Sally Brown, O Sally Brown, Then reading on his 'bacco box, And then he tried to sing 'All's Well,' His head was turned, and so he chewed His death, which happened in his berth They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell. MORAL REFLECTIONS ON THE CROSS OF ST. PAUL'S. THE man that pays his pence, and Up to thy lofty cross, St. Paul, Looks over London's naked nose, goes The world is all beneath his ken, He seems on Mount Olympus' top, Among the Gods, by Jupiter! and lets drop On mortal crowds. |