"Much I rejoyc'd that waeful, waeful day; "What can my barbarous, barbarous father do But with his cruel rage pursue me? 85 My lover's blood is on thy spear, How canst thou, barbarous man, then wooe me? "My happy sisters may be, may be proud May bid me seek ou Yarrow's Braes With cruel and ungentle scoffin', My lover nailed in his coffin. 90 "My brother Douglas may upbraid, upbraid, And strive with threatning words to muve me; My luver's blood is on thy spear, 95 How canst thou ever bid me luve thee? Unbar, ye bridal maids, the door, "Yes, yes, prepare the bed, the bed of luve, With bridal sheets my body cover, Let in the expected husband-lover. 100 "But who the expected husband, husband is! His hands, methinks, are bath'd in slaughter : Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after? "Pale as he is here lay him, lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow; 105 Take aff, take aff these bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. "Pale tho' thou art, yet best, yet best beluv'd, O could my warmth to life restore thee! 110 Yet lye all night between my breists; “Pale, pale indeed, O luvely, luvely youth! Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter; 115 A. "Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride, Thy luver heeds none of thy sighs: He lyes a corps in the Braes of Yarrow." 120 XXV. Admiral Hosier's Ghost was a party song written by the ingenious author of Leonidas,' on the taking of Porto Bello from the Spaniards by Admiral Vernon, Nov. 22, 1739. The case of Hosier, which is here so pathetically represented, was briefly this. In April, 1726, that commander was sent with a strong fleet into the Spanish West Indies, to block up the galleons in the ports of that country; or, should they presume to come out, to seize and carry them into England: he accordingly arrived at the Bastimentos, near Porto Bello, but being employed rather to overawe than to attack the Spaniards, with whom it was probably not our interest to go to war he continued long inactive on that station, to his own great regret. He afterwards removed to Carthagena, and remained cruising in these seas till far the greater part of his men perished deplorably by the diseases of that unhealthy climate. This brave man, seeing his best officers and men thus daily swept away, his ships exposed to inevitable destruction, and himself made the sport of the enemy, is said to have died of a broken heart. Such is the account of Smollett, compared with that of other less partial writers. The following song is commonly accompanied with a Second Part, or Answer, which being of inferior merit, and apparently written by another hand, hath been rejected. As near Porto-Bello lying On the gently swelling flood, At midnight with streamers flying 1 An ingenious correspondent informs the Editor, that this ballad hath also been attributed to the late Lord Bath. On a sudden shrilly sounding, Hideous yells and shrieks were heard; All in dreary hammocks shrouded, On them gleam'd the moon's wan lustre, 10 15 His pale bands was seen to muster 20 O'er the glimmering wave he hy'd him With three thousand ghosts beside him, "Thus, like thee, proud Spain dismaying, And her galleons leading home, 60 Though condemn'd for disobeying I had met a traitor's doom; To have fallen, my country crying «O'er these waves for ever mourning When your patriot friends you see, 85 XXVI. Jemmy Dawson. James Dawson was one of the Manchester rebels, who was hanged, drawn, and quartered on Kennington-common, in the county of Surrey, July 30, 1746.-This ballad is founded on a remarkable fact, which was reported to have happened at his execution. It was written by the late William Shenstone, Esq., soon after the event, and has been printed amongst his posthumous works, 2 vols. 8vo. It is here given from a MS. which contained some small variations from that printed copy. COME listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts, and lovers dear; Young Dawson was a gallant youth, A brighter never trod the plain ; One tender maid she lov'd him dear, 5 10 15 |