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| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
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| With timbers green from childhood's dock |
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| From aloft the sailor looks around |
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| Life is chequer'd---toil and pleasure |
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| Go patter to lubbers and swabs d' ye see |
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| When Jack parted from me, &c. |
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| What cheer, my dear Poll, &c. |
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| Poor Jack, whose gay heart, &c. |
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| When last honest Jack of whose fate I now sing |
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| I'm a brisk jolly tar, and just going to sea |
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| Two real tars whom duty duty call'd [sic] |
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| Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The |
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| Tar's a jolly tar, &c., The |
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| If bold and brave thou canst not bear |
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| Avert yon omen gracious Heaven |
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| To ask would you come for to go |
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| Bold Jack the sailor here I come |
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| Jack dances and sings and is always content |
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| While high the foaming surges rise |
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| Would you hear a sad story of woe |
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| I was the pride of all the Thames |
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| Tight lads have I sail'd with, &c. |
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| I sing the hardy seaman's praise |
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| I was d' ye see a waterman |
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| In storms when clouds obscure the sky |
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| Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze |
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| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
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| When Edward first heard, &c. |
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| Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
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| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The |
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| When it is night, &c. |
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| Topsail shivers in the wind, The |
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| No topsail shivers in the wind |
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| That girl who fain would chuse a mate |
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| Thus, thus, my boys, &c. |
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| As you mean to sail for the lane of delight [sic] |
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| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
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| When Britain first at Heaven's command |
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| Plague of these musty old lubbsrs, A [sic] |
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| I sail'd in the good ship Kitty |
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| While up the shroud the sailors goes [sic] |
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| Blow high, blow low, &c. |
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| Life's like a sea in constant motion |
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| My bonny sailor's won my mind |
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| When my money was gone, &c. |
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| How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
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| While o'er the raging raoring seas |
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| Wind blew hard, the sea run high, The [sic] |
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| When first we heard the boatswain's bray |
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| Wind blew a blast from the Northward, The |
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| 'Twas in the good ship Rover |
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| Here's a nice new Bow, Wow |
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| Smiling grog is the sailor's best hope |
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| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
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| Gallant sailor oft you told me |
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| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna |
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| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy |
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| Cease rude Boreas, blusttering railer |
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| I that once was a plough-boy, &c. |
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| For our country when, &c. |
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| Sailor's description of a hunting, The |
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