ao6 poetry. March 21. 



¥or the Bie. 



A SONG TO THE TUNE OF THE BOW, WOW, WOW. 



O TR afficking's an ancient theme, a theme renown'd in story, 

 >Uid is the subject of the song, which now is hid befoie you. 

 That all are trafficiiers, I'll prove by clearest d -monscracion, 

 And trafficking, like righteousnefs, can well exalt a nation. 



Bow wow wow. 



First mother Eve all mankind sold, both nations, kindred, people, 

 And (he received, I bluih to tell, nought but a goljen ipple; 

 Since which all maids for settlements, sell love, andblifs, and ease Sir, 

 And money ! Ye^ indeed ! 'twill buy just any thing you pkase Sir. 



Bt)w wow wow. 



When Adam heard the tale he gave his last immortal groan Sir, 

 Ate of the purchase, still had life, but innocence was gone Sir; 

 That speculator of a snake barter'd fig leaves for fame Sir, 

 And left upon the earth, alas ! no more but virtue's name Sir. 



Bow wow wow. 



Man ev'ry other feeling sold, and then there came a flood Sir, 

 But trafficking unhing'd the chain of kindred and of blood Sir; 

 For if a scoundrel Air'' d to dream, tliey envied one another. 

 And from great Joseph's days till now, we find man sells liis brother. 



Bow wow wow. 



Then speculation's ii-fud pow'rs were felt in Pharaoh's reign Sir, 

 And our young merchant ran about to buy up all the grain Sir; 

 Towns, such as Tyre, ro^e up from trade, to glory and renown Sir, 

 But idlenefs with riches came, and soon they tumbled down Sir. 



Cow wow wow. 



Great Britain now is rich thro' trade, Oh may administration 

 Ne'er barter for t!>eir private pride the honour of the nation; 

 And may no partiil childiih pique e'er so far blind their eyes Sir, 

 As leave the Scoctifti bud to feel the pest of an excise Sir. 



Bow wow wow. 



PhOiNIX HuNTEf. 



THE AFRICAN BOY. 

 Ah ! tr.ll me, little mournful Mo.-jr, 

 " Way still you linger on x\ e. ftore } 

 " H.iste to your plajmates, haste away> 

 " Nor loiter here with f^;nd delay. 

 *' When morn unvcil'd her radiant eye, 

 " Y,ou hail'd me as I wander'd by, 

 " Returning at th" approach of .eve, 

 " Your mccjc salute I still receive." 



