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"Sister, you speak like a staunch royalist; but 1 I feel like a 

 mere woman," replied Mary pleadingly. 



" Ah, you little fool! that Andre of yours has run away with your 

 senses as well as your loyalty ; but come, don't look silly, we shall 

 recover them both when 'the king 1 shall have his own again.'" 



Thus saying, the delighted wife of Arnold, drawing her sister's 

 arm through her own, quitted the breakfast parlour. 



(To be continued.') 



A GENUINE SEA-SONG. 



[MosT of our readers are no doubt acquainted with the salt-water effusions of Dibdin, 

 which, if they are not true specimens of nautical inspiration, at least pass current for such 

 among landsmen. We are, however, fortunate enough to have it in our power to embellish 

 our pages with a genuine effusion of the maritime Muse, which we believe, up to the 

 present time, has been handed down like the songs of the ancient rhapsodists, only by 

 memory. If the poetry be not very refined, it may nevertheless claim the merit of 

 being perfectly original, and if the rhymes are not very accurate, the want of internal 

 evidence of a delicate perception in such matters will be readily excused in the 

 homely verses of a sailor. We will not add any further comment, but at once in- 

 troduce a song which has many hundreds of times been sung around the galley fires of 

 our men-of-war, and which we took down from the lips of a naval officer who had 

 often joined in the chorus when he wore a midshipman's jacket.] 



Farewell and adieu, you fair Spanish ladies, 



Farewell and adieu, you fair ladies of Spain, 

 For we've received orders to sail for old England, 



And we hope in a short time to see you again. 



We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, 

 We'll rant and we'll roar all o'er the salt sea, 



Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England, 

 From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. 



We hove our ship to, all for to get soundings, 

 We hove our ship to, and soundings got we ; 



We brailed up the spanker and unstowed the anchor, 

 And with the wind at sou'-west up channel sailed we. 



We'll rant and we'll roar, &c. 



The first land we made was call-ed the Dodman, 



The Ramhead off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight, 



Then pass-ed by Beachy Head fairly and Dungeness, 

 Until we came to off the Nor' Foreland light. 



We'll rant and we'll roar, &c. 



Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, 



All in the Downs that night for to ride ; 

 Then it's stand by your stoppers, let go the shank painter. 



Hale up your clue garnets, stick out tacks and sheets. 

 We'll rant and we'll roar, &c. 



JAN. 1S37. P 



