The Lass of Richmond Hill

On Richmond Hill there lives a lass More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpass, A rose without a thorn This lass so neat with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good will: I'd crowns resign, to call her mine, Sweet lass of Richmond hill, Sweet lass of Richmond hill, Sweet lass of Richmond hill, I'd crowns resign to call her mine, Sweet lass of Richmond hill, Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air, And wanton through the grove, Oh, whisper to my charming fair I die for her I love,

How happy will the shepherd be, Who calls this nymph his own: O may her choice be fix'd on me, Mine's fix'd on her alone.

COME listen now my friends, to an old dog's queer story, Who retains of his race some pretensions to glory; We dogs may be found in each rank and station, Since puppies are caress'd as the best in the nation, Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal de, id dy, id dy, bow, wow, wow.

A lover is a wretched Dog, without his pretty dear, sirs, A Bully is a swagg'ring Dog I neither dread nor fear, sirs; A Miser is a stingy Dog, who'd keep an inch of candle; And a Coxcomb is a lap-dog, oh! for pretty maids to dandle. Bow, wow, wow.

A Cuckold is a common Dog, that many a wife can tell you; A Glutton is a greedy Dog, who loves you for his belly; A Soldier is a noble Dog, in every rank and station; And a Sailor is a hardy Dog, as any in the nation. Bow, wow, wow.

A Police-man's an ugly Cur, who most Dogs do hate, sirs; A Taylor is a stout Dog, since he the Police beats, sirs; A Merchant is a useful Dog, the nation's chief support, sirs; A Farmer is a merry Dog, who does delight in sport sirs. Bow, wow, wow.

A Gambler is a shuffling Dog, he cheats you by the cards, sirs; A Bailiff is a suappish Dog, he bites you rather hard, sirs; A Landlord is a cheating Dog, he chalks up two for one, sirs; And a Flatterer's a canting Dog, who many has undone, sirs; Bow, wow, wow.

A Butcher is a rum Dog, who handles well his steel, sirs; A Bruiser is a fighting Dog, makes men his blows to feel, sirs; A Doctor's a Dog, who'd kill his best friends for a fee, sirs; A 'Pothecary's a dirty Dog, who'd clyster all degrees; sirs. Bow, wow, wow.

A Drunkard is a soaking Dog, who never is but dry, sirs; A Lawyer is a Cur-dog, I wish the breed would die, sirs; A Rake he is a jolly Dog, whom all women fancy; And I am your faithful Dog, as any here you can see. Bow, wow, wow.

HOW blest the life a sailor leads, From clime to clime still ranging, For as the calm the storm succeeds, The scene delights by changing;

Tho' tempests howl along the main, Some object will remind us, And cheer with hope to meet again, The friends we left behind us.

Then under full sail we laugh at the gale, Tho' the landsmen look pale never heed 'em, But toss off the glass, to a favorite lass, To America, Commerce and Freedom.

But when arriv'd in sight of land, Or safe in port rejoicing, Our ship we moor, our sails we hand, Whilst out the boat is hoisting.

With cheerful hearts the shore we reach, Our friends delighted greet us, And tripping lightly o'er the beach, The pretty lasses meet us.

When the full flowing bowl enlivens the soul, To foot it we merrily lead 'em, And each bonny lass will drink off her glass To America, Commerce and Freedom.

Our prizes sold the chink we share, And gladly we receive it, And when we meet a brother tar, That wants we freely give it.

No free-born sailor yet had store, But cheerfully would lend it, And when 'tis gone, to sea for more, We earn it but to spend it.

Then drink round my boys 'tis the first of our joys, To relieve the distress'd, clothe and feed 'em, 'Tis a duty we share, with the brave and the fair, In this land of Commerce and Freedom.