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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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