Salt Eel for Mynheer.

A NEW SONG.

Written and ſung by Mr. Dibden.

WHY, Jack, my fine fellow, here's glo-
      rious news,
Lord I could have told 'em as much,
That the devil himſelf durſt not ſtand in
      their ſhoes,
If Duncan fell in with the Dutch ;
What heart in the kingdom can now feel
      diſmay,
Nine ſail of the line's not amiſs,
While they ſhrug up their ſhoulders and
      ſnuff it away,
How the Mounſeer's will jabber at this.

                   CHORUS.
No, while Engliſh boſoms boaſt Engliſh bearts,
We'll tip 'em all ound a touch,
While with ardour each ſtarts that nothing can
      quench,
We'll bang the Spaniards, belabour theDutch,
Bang ike Spaniards, belabour the Dutch,
And block up and laugh at the French.

Now the French, while in harbour ſo ſnug
      and ſo ſly,
' Bout their courage they make a fine rout,
If they'd have the whole world not believe it
      a lye,
Then, damme, why don't they come out ?
Becauſe though they brag that ſo boldly
      they feel,
They are all of them trembling for fear,
From Lord Bridport they'd get ſuch another
      falt eel,
As braye Duncan prepar'd for Mynheer.
For while, &c.

Let French, Spaniſh, and Dutch, lay toge-
      ther their heads.
And of beating the Engliſh brag,
That they'll fail up the Thanies, take us all
      in our beds,
And hoiſt on the Tower their flag ;
Oui oui, cries Mounſeer, Si-ſignior, ſays the
      Don,
Mynheer ſmokes his pipe and cries yaw,
But when Jarvis, or Bridport, or Duncan,
      come on,
They are damnable ſick in the craw.
No, while, &c.

Your true honeſt maxim, I've heard 'em
      commend,
Is the nation you live in to ſing,
Where your property, children, your wife
      and your friend,
Are the care of your father-the king ;
The man, then, ſo bleſt, who diſſeminates
      ſtriſe,
Deſerves, while he ſinks in diſgrace,
Neither king to protect him,to love him a
      a wife,
Nor children to ſmile in his face.