Dibdin's Museum, &c, SONG

When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars, The world then did frown on my fate; What matters my zeal or my honored scars, When indifference stood at each gate: The face that did smile when my purse was well lin'd, Shew'd a different aspect on me; And when I could nought but ingratitude find, I hied me again to the sea.

I thought it unwise to repine at my lot Or care how the world went on shore; So I packed up the triffling remains I had got, A trifflle alas was my store: A handkerchief held all the little I had, Which over my shoulder I threw; Away then I trudged with a heart rather sad, To join in some jolly ship's crew.

The seas were less troubled by far than my mind, When o'er the wide main I survey'd; I could not but think that the world was unkind, And fortune a slippery jade: I vow'd if once more I could get her in tow, I would let the ungrateful ones see; That the turbulent winds and the billows could show More kindness than they did to me.