The midship-man's garland Containing three new songs. 1st. A new dialogue call'd, Billy, the midship-man's welcome home to his sweet-heart Molly. 2d. The traders medley: or the cry's of London. 3d. Admiral Russel's scowering the French fleet: or, the battle at sea.

The Midship-Mans Garland , &c.

2d . A new Dialogue Call'd Billy , the Midship man's Welcome home . Tune of , Ianthe , &c. Molly . You 're welcome my Billy to the English shore , I hope you 'l not cross the ruff Seas any more , Many a day too , and many a night , My heart grieved sore cause you were out of sight , But now to my comfort I see you again , Oh never dear Billy , Oh never dear Billy , Sail more on the Main . Billy . Dear Molly , said Billy , the joy of my heart , Daily I thought on you since we did part , And when the roaring waves mounting high they did move , In the greatest danger I thought on my Love , The billows did foam and the Rocks they were nigh , Yet nothing but Death , yet nothing but death , shall my Love part and I. Molly . I thank thee my dear for thy firm Love to me , In the midst of thy dangers upon the ruff Sea , Each Night in my Bed still as down i was lain , I dreamed of Ship wracks upon the salt Main , But now I do find from those dangers i 'm free , Since him that I love , since him that i love , is come safe unto me . Billy . Indeed my dear Molly , the Powers above , Preserv'd me from dangers for thy tender love , For I have been where thundering Cannons did roar , Their Bullets like Footballs flying from the Shoar , The danger of Tempest and Cannon balls too , I have undergone , I have undergone . for the sake Love of you . Molly . My dearest it s true , for the fault is in me , for thou would'st have Wed , but i said go to Sea , But when thou wert gone , how my heart was opprest I scarce had a Minute of pleasure and rest , for by Day all my fear was of danger to thee , And by night i did dream , & by night i did dream Still of Storms on the Sea . Billy . My Dear thou dream'st right , for e're we got home , for several Days we had Storm after Storm , we lost all our Masts and our Tackle to boot , in Tempestuous nights on the Ocean did float . But thanks unto Heaven we had no Men lost , And the brave Royal Sou'rain , the brave Royal Sou ' rain , come safe to our Coast . Molly . Oh my dear precious , my Billy my joy , There 's nothing my happiness now can destroy , for since thou art from all Cannon and storms , Thy person to me has a Million of Charms , Oh stay then on Shore never venture again Upon the ruff Seas upon the ruff Seas but with me love remain . Billy . Thy love unto me now is dearer then life , And happie am i since thou wilt be my Wife , And while i 'm on Shore still with thee i will stay , Imbracing thy charms love by Night and by Day , Till our Admiral doth Sail with the Fleet on the main , Yet kind Providence I hope , yet kind Providence I hope brings me safe back again .

2d . The Traders Medly : or the Crys of LONDON : being a pleasant Copy of Verses on the Daily Cries in London , from Billingsgate to White-Chapple Mount , and from thence to Tuttle-street in Westminster , relating all sorts of Hawkers and Petty Chapmen . To the tune of , When Cold Winter storms are past . HOly and Ivy or Missleto , do you want any Greens Your Houses to strow , Old Cloaths to Sell , or Change for Earthen-ware , do you want any damsons or Burgume Pare , Buy my Oranges or Lemmons , With dainty Ropes of Oinions , Come Buy my sweet Williams , Have you got any Kitchen Stuff Maids . Four pair for a shilling , Holland Socks , Your Knives for to Grind , buy my ripe Apricocks ; Here 's your sharp Vinegar three pence a Quart , Also new fresh Herrings , here 's 8 for a Groat ; Ends of Gold and Silver , Ribbons or Garters , buy my new well Fleet Oysters , Old Bellows , old Bellows to mend . buy my Cucumbers fit for the Pickle , Any Cony-Skins Maids be they never so little ; Here 's your Ripe Strawberries six pence a Pottle , Any old Chairs to mend , any broken Glass bottle , Curds and Whay , Will yo 've any thing to day , If You must come away , A Pot or a Kettle to mend . Knives , or Scissars , Buckles , or Caps , here 's an excellent way to Kill all your Ratts , hot Custards hot , for two pence a piece , Will you buy any Walnuts , or old rotten Cheese , Spectacles for your Noses , Will you buy any Poses , Of Curnations and Roses ; do You want any Butter or Eggs. Old shooes or boots , will You buy any brooms , Maids , here 's your fine brushes to scrub out Your Rooms ; A Cock or a Pullet , a Capon or Hen , And here 's Your old Pin Man , a coming agen ; My Basket and Voider , Rare Patches and Powder , Come buy my sweet Flounder , From Holland here 's a new Express . Ripe Kentish Cherries for three pence a Pound , Figg Figg it away for i tell You they 'r sound ; hot Pudding Pies , here is two for a pennie ; Come buy my Card Matches , as long as I 've anie : flowers for Your Gardens , Come buy my bak'd Wardens , here 's two for a Farthing , Will you buy any Furbeloe Pears . Hot Spice Ginger-bread , Taffety Tarts ; here 's a dram of the bottle , to comfort your hearts dainty fine Ink , you will lik't when you see 't , here 's very good trotters , with tripe and Neetsfeet Come , come away Sir , buy a pen Knife , or a Razor , While i am at Leasure ; have You got any Lanthorns to mend , buy a sheet Almanack , hot Grey Pease ; come see what You lack and buy what you please : A brush for Your Shooes , and combs for Your hair ; here 's diddle diddle diddle dumplings , and Ladie fine ware ; Old Rags for money , if Yo 've never so many , I buy more than any ; here 's Milk for pennie Quart .

3d . Admiral Russel's Scowering the French-Fleet , Or , The Battle at Sea . THursday in the Morn the Ides of May Recorded for ever the famous Ninety two , brave Russel did discern by dawn of Day , the Lofty Sails of France advancing : Now All hands aloft , aloft , Let English Valour shine ; Let fly a Culvering , the Signal of the Line , Let ev'ry hand supply his Gun , Follow me and You 'll see , that the battle will be soon begun . Turvil o'er the main triumphant rowl'd , to meet the gallant Russel in Combat on the deep He led the noble train of Heroes bold , to sink the English Admiral at his feet , Now every Valiant mind to Victory does aspire the bloody Fights began , the Sea it self on fire , and mighty Fare stood looking on , whilst a flood all of blood fill'd the port holes of the Royal Sun. sulpher , smoak and Fire disturbed the air , with thunder & wonder to fright the gallick-shore , Their Regulated bands stood trembling near , to see their lofty streamers now no more : At six a Clock the Red , the smiling Victor L●● to give a second blow , their total overthrow ; now death and horrow equal Reign , how they Cry , Run or Oye , brittish Colours ride the Vanquisht main . see they run amaz'd thro' Rocks on sands : One danger they grasp at , to shun a greater fate in vain they crie for aid to weeping Lands , the Nimphs & Sea Gods mourn their Lost estate , for ever more adieu thou dazling Royal sun , from thy untimely end thy Masters sate begun enough thou mighty God of war : Now we sing , bless the Queen , Let us drink to ev'ry English Tar . Come Jolly seamen all with Russel go , to sail on the main proud Mounsieur for to greet and give our Enemy a second blow , and sight Turvil if that he dare to meet , Come brother Tar what cheer ? Let each supply , And thump 'em off this Year or make Mounsier to fly , while we do range the Ocean Round , Day or Night we will fight , when our Enemy is to be found . Let it ne'er be said that English boys should e'er stay behind when their admiral goes but Let each honest Lad crie with one voice , brave Russel Lead us on to fight the foes , we 'll give them gun for gun , some sink and others burn Broad-sides we 'll give 'em too , till Monsieur crys morblew Des Enleteer vill Kill us all ; whilst they scower we will Pour , thick as hail amongst them Cannon-ball .