ADMIRAL JERVIS.

I'VE sail'd the salt seas pretty much,
And rough'd it in all weathers,
The French, the Spanish, and the Dutch,
To buckle to their tethers.

And in each voyage I must need,

You see, have known some service; But all I've know'd and all I've see'd Is now out-done by Jervis !

You've heard, I s'pose, the people talk
Of Benbow and Boscawen,

Of Anson, Pocock, Vernon, Hawke,
And many more then going;

All pretty lads, and brave, and rum,
That see'd much noble service :*
But, Lord, their merit's all a hum,
Compared to Admiral Jervis !

Now there's the famous ninety-two,
That made so great a bustle,
When the Royal Sun and her whole crew
Were all sent down by Russel :

A glorious sight, I've heard them say,
And pretty was the service,

But not like that on Voluntun's Day,
Led on by valiant Jervis !

Bold Rodney did the kingdom thank
For that brush in the West Indies,
And Parker on the Dogger Bank,
The Dutch beat off the hinges.
Van Tromp said how he'd sweep the sea,
Till Blake showed him some service;

Fine fellows all, but don't tell me
That they're the likes of Jervis !

Howe made the Frenchmen dance a tune,
An admiral great and glorious-
Witness for that the first of June,
Lord, how he was victorious!
A noble sight as e'er was seen,
And did the country service;
But twenty-seven beat with fifteen
None ever did but Jervis !

As for that same equality,

That this battle well was fighted, In England high and low degree

Are equally delighted.

"Tis in the mouth of all one meets,

All praise this noble service;
And ballad singers in the streets
Roars-Admirable Jervis !

They say that he's become a Lord,
At his Majesty's desire;
He always was a king aboard,

How can they lift him higher?

'Tis noble, that must be confessed,
And suits such worthy service;
But the title he'd be known by best
Will be-Gallant Admiral Jervis !

To Thompson let the bumbo pass,
Grey, Parker, Walgrave, Caulder,—
Nelson that took St. Nicholas,—
My timbers, how he maul'd her!
But we a freight of grog might start,
To drink all on that service ;-
Here's blessing on each noble heart
That fought with valiant Jervis !

And bless the king, and bless the queen,
And bless the fam❜ly royal;

Let Frenchmen come, 'twill soon be seen
That British hearts are loyal.

Let Dutch and Spaniards join their hosts,
They'll see some pretty service;

Zounds! who's afraid, while England boasts
Such Admirals as Jervis?

THE BATTLE OF THE NILE.

WHAT See I on this barren strand?
A burning sky, a burning sand,
A shipless sea, a lifeless land!

DIBDIN.