SONGS. 119 



This new Katterfelto, his show to complete, 

 Means his boats should all sink as they pass by our fleet ; 

 Then, as under the ocean their course they steer right on, 

 They can pepper their foes from the bed of Old Triton. 



Derry down. 



Tf this project should fail, he has others in store ; 

 Wooden horses, for instance, may bring tliem safe o'er ; 

 Or the genius of France (as the Moniteur tells) 

 May order balloons, or provide diving bells. 



Derry down. 



When Philip of Spain fitted out his Armada, 

 Britain saw his designs, and could meet her invader ; 

 But how to greet Bonny she never will know, 

 If he comes in the style of a fish or crow. 



Derry down. 



Now if our rude tars will so crowd up the seas, 

 That his boats have not room to go down when they please, 

 Can't he wait till the channel is quite frozen over, 

 And a stout pair of skates will transport him to Dover. 



Derry down. 



How welcome he'll be, it were needless to say ; 

 Neither he nor his puppets shall e'er go away ; 

 I am sure at his heels we shall constantly stick. 

 Till we know he has played off his very last trick. 



Derry down, down, high derry down. 



THE SHIPWRECKED SOLITARY'S SONG, 



TO THE NIGHT. 



Tiiou, spirit of the spangled night ! 

 I woo thee from the watch-tower high, 

 Where thou dost sit to guide the bark 

 Of lonely mariner. 



