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So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his fcreast,
O Su;«i, Susan, lovely dear f
My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part ti mee: again. Change as ye list, ye winds! my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Believe not what the landmen say,
Who tempt with doubts-thy constant mind; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In ev'ry port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright j
Though battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadful Word.
The sails*4Reir swelling bosom spread;
They kiss'd — .she sigb'd, he hung his head. Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land: Adieu! .she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.
TOY moonlight on the green,
Where lads and lasses stray,
The blossoms on the thorn,
More fresh' than Jlay-day morn:
Give me the Tartau-pladdie;
His skin as white as snow,
His een are bonny bluest
When vvetvvi" morning dew..
Without love's smiling bliss?
E 3 When
When first he talk'd of love,
He look'd sae blithe and gay,
And cou'd na say him nay.
There prove my love and truth;
And wed the constant youth.
Give ine the lad, &c:
COME all hands, ahoy, to the anchor.
She'll soon take another in tow.
About on the boisterous main:
Perhaps wc may come back again.
At the mercy of fortune we gq,
Our boatswain takes care of the rigging,
More 'specially when he gets drunk:
He the cable cuts up for old .junk;
With the clue-lines he bought him his call,
Are sold to buy trinkets for Poll,——
With a will-ho, &e.
Of the purser this here is the maxim—,
Slops, grog, and provision he sacks; How he'd look if you were but to ax him,
With the captain's clerk who 'tis goes snaektj 0! he'd find it another guess story,
That would bring his bare back to the cat, Should bis majesty's honour and glory
Just only be told about that—
With a will-ho, &c.
The chaplain's both holy and godly,
And sets us for heaven agog:
When he's swearing and drinking of grog.
And talk'd of iier beauty and charms, C'ry'd I, "Whiph is the way to heav'n now, Sir?"
"You dog," says the chaplain, "her arms!" With a will-ho, &c.
The gunner's a devil of a bubber;
The carpenter can't fish a mast; The surgeon's a lazy land-lubber;
The master can't steer if he's ask't;
The mates hardly merit their flip;
Knows the stem from the stern of the ship.
Npw fore and aft having abus'd 'em,
just all for my fancy and gig, Could I find any one that ill-us'd 'em,
D'ABi'me but I'd ticMe his wig!—
Jack never, was known for a railer;
'Twas fun ev'ry word that I spoke; For the sign of a true-hearted sailor
Is—to give and to take a good joke.——
With a will-ho, &c.
COME, never seem ta mind it,
Yet somebody is worse;
Yet why should we despair,
Why, when our vessel blew up,
A fighting that there Don,
The crew, each mother's son;
While twirling in the air.
And thus, if tars, &C
Young Peg of Portsmouth Common,
Had like to have been my wile;
I'd led a pretty life.
. And thus, tho' tars, &c.