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The Drover at the Savage may be found,
which ⟨humanity⟩ has mark'd with such scorn;
The Huntsman you know to the Hound he will go,
and the cuckold to the sign of the Horn.
The Clergy at the Mitre will dine,
the Soldier at the sign of the Gun;
The Butcher you know to the Black-bull will go,
and the Friar to the sign of the Nun
The Players at the Shakespear may be found,
the Sailor at the Anchor and Cann;
The lawyer ye know to the Devil will go,
and the Maid to the sign of the Man.
The Irishman fine on Potatoes will dine;
the Welchman on hard toasted Cheese;
The Scotchman you know to his Crowdie will go,
and the Englishman to Pudding and Pease.
Thus it is every Man in his station,
search East, West, North, and South,
And be who has no Money in's pocket you know,
may dine at the sign of the Mouth.
THE DISCONSOLATE SAILOR.
When my money was all spent I'd gain'd in the war,
and the world began to frown on my fate,
What matter'd my zeal or my honoured scars,
when indifference stood at the gate.
The face that would smile when my purse was well lin'd,
shews a diff'rent respect unto me;
But if I can nought but indifference find,
I'll hie myself again to the sea.
I thought it not safe to repine at my lot,
or to stay with cold looks on the shore,
But I pack'd up the trifling remains I had got,
and a trifle, alas, was my store.
