Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry by Edmund Goldsmid
page 41 of 61 (67%)
page 41 of 61 (67%)
|
With Frigots and Tenders, and Yatchts that were small,
Went out, and did little or nothing at all, _Which_, etc. IV. 260,500 and six Lusty Men, Had they chanc'd to have met with the _French_ Fleet, oh, then, As they beat 'em last year, so they'd beat 'em again, _Which_, etc. V. Six thousand great Guns and seventy-eight more, As good and as great as ever did roar; It had been the same thing had they all been ashore, _Which_, etc. VI. But T---- [12] now must command them no more; We try'd of what Mettle he was made of before; It's safer for him on the Land for to whore, _Which_, etc. VII. For a Bullet perhaps from the loud Cannons Breech, Which makes no distinction betwixt poor and rich, Instead of his Dog might have taken his Bitch, |
|