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Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
5-7 |
3 |
With timbers green from childhood's dock |
7-9 |
5 |
From aloft the sailor looks around |
9 |
2 |
Life is chequer'd, toil and pleasure |
9-10 |
3 |
Go patter to lubbers and swabs d' ye see |
10-12 |
4 |
When Jack parted from me, to plough the salt deep |
12-13 |
3 |
What cheer my dear Poll---didn't I tell you as how |
13-15 |
4 |
Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft |
15-17 |
4 |
When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing |
17-18 |
3 |
I'm a brisk jolly tar, and just going to sea |
18-19 |
4 |
Two real tars whom duty call'd |
20 |
4 |
Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The |
21 |
4 |
Tar's a jolly tar that can hand, reef, and steer, The |
22-23 |
3 |
If bold and brave thou canst not bear |
23-24 |
3 |
Avert yon omen, gracious Heav'n! |
24-25 |
3 |
To ask wou'd you come for to go |
25-27 |
4 |
Jack dances and sings, and is always content |
27 |
5 |
Bold Jack the sailor here I come |
28-29 |
5 |
While high the foaming surges rise |
29-30 |
3 |
Would you hear a sad story of woe |
30-31 |
4 |
I was the pride of all the Thames |
31-32 |
4 |
Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly |
33-34 |
4 |
I sing the hardy seaman's praise |
34-36 |
7 |
I was, d' ye see, a waterman |
36-38 |
4 |
In storms when clouds obscure the sky |
38-39 |
3 |
Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze |
39 |
4 |
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
40 |
6 |
When Edward first heard Poll of Plymouth was dead |
41 |
6 |
Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
42 |
3 |
Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
42-43 |
4 |
When it is night, and the midwatch is come |
44 |
2 |
Topsails shiver in the wind, The |
44-45 |
4 |
No topsails shiver in the wind |
45-46 |
4 |
That girl who fain wou'd chuse a mate |
46-47 |
6 |
Thus, my boys, our anchor's weigh'd |
47-48 |
5 |
As you mean to set sail for the land of delight |
48-49 |
5 |
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
49-50 |
3 |
When Britain first, at Heav'n's command |
50-51 |
6 |
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
51-52 |
4 |
I sail'd in the good ship Kitty |
53 |
4 |
While up the shrouds the sailor goes |
53-54 |
4 |
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear |
54-55 |
3 |
My bonny sailor's won my mind |
55-56 |
3 |
Life's like a sea in constant motion |
56-57 |
4 |
When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars |
57-58 |
6 |
While o'er the raging, roaring seas |
58 |
2 |
How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
59 |
3 |
Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The |
60-61 |
6 |
When first we hear the boatswain's bray |
61-62 |
4 |
Wind blew a blast from the northward, The |
62-63 |
4 |
'Twas in the good ship Rover |
63-64 |
4 |
Here's a nice new bow wow |
64-65 |
8 |
Smiling grog is the sailor's best hope |
67-68 |
4 |
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
68-69 |
8 |
Gallant sailor oft you told me |
70-71 |
6 |
Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna |
71-72 |
3 |
I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy |
72-73 |
5 |
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer |
74-76 |
9 |
For our country, when with fav'ring gale |
76-77 |
3 |
I that once was a plough boy, a sailor am now |
77-79 |
4 |