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| YOU, whose Jives on land are pass'd, And keep froni dangerous seas aloof; Who careless listen to the blast,
Or beating rains upon the roof; You little heed how seamen fare— Condemn'd the angry storm to bear.
Sometimes, while breakers vex the tide,
He takes his station on the deck; And now, lash'd to the vessel's side,
He clears away the cumb'ring wreck; Yet, while the billows o'er him foam, The ocean is his only home!
Still fresher blows the midnight gale!
All hands reef topsails, are the cries!
Aloft to reef the sails he flies!
THE father of Nancy a forester was,
As the sun in his circuit could see.
i The The charms of this fair one a villager caught,
A noble and rich one was he, Great offers lie made, but by Nancy was taught,
That a poor girl right honest might be. She stillgathcr'd wild flowers, and lilies, and roses,
And cry'd thro' the village—" Come buy my sweet posies."
The father of Nancy a forester was,
She's as happy as maiden could be:
roses, ","- "?,
Nor cry'd through the village—" Come buy my sweet posies."
I BE one of the sailors who think 'tis no lie, That for every wherefore in life there's a why; That, be fortune's strange weather a frown or a
squall, Our lives, good or bad, are chalk'd out for us all; That the stays and the braces of life will be found To be some of them rotten, and some of them,
sound: That the good we should cherish, die bad never
seek; For death will too soon bring each anchor a-peak.
When astride on the yard, the top-lifts they let go, And I came like a shot plump among them below,
Why Why I catch'd ata halyard, and jump'd upon deck, And so broke my fall to save breaking my neck; Just like your philosophers, tor all their jaw, Who, less than a rope, gladly catch at a straw. Thus the good, &c.
Why now that there cruise that we made off the
bunks, Where I pcpper'd the foe, and got shot for my
thanks; What then ? she soon struck; and tho' crippled on
shore, And laid up to refit, I had shiners galore. At length 'live and looking, Itry'd the false main, And to get more prize money got shot at again. Thus the good,&c.
Then just as it comes, take the bad with the good; Oneman'sspoon'smadeofsilver.anothei-ofwood; What's poison for one man's another man's balm; Some are safe in a storm, and some lost in acalm; Some are rolling in riches, some not worth a souse; To-day we cut beef, and to-morrow lob's scouse. Thus the good, &c.
"X^tTHY, Measter, damn tha, whoa beest thee?
» v Don't titther, Zur, but hire ma: J weddent a bin so plain and free,
But thy discourse do tire ma.
At feasts in London zitty;
i 2 Then Then zee md doant despoise a frind,
Akiazc theeist little higher;
That's shelter'd by the briar.
And art lavishing thy shiners,
'Mongst sturdy Cornish Miners.
Now who be I, and who beest thee;
The coal that's dug to warm tha; The tar, that shippen zends to zee,
That foreign foe may'nt harm tha:
Thy culinders and kettles,
And kivers for thy victuals;
Don't grin, theest not become it;
But, dainmut 's, good for summut.
So when, &c
If thee of sweethearts hast a score
To pamper up thy fally,
And aal in lovely Mally.
To treat thee naulens vaulens,
Made happiness for all ous.
Then Then haume, and tell 'em, faath and suare,