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When Jack parted from me to plough the salt deep |
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Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna |
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Busy crew their sails unbending, The |
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When last from the straits we had fairly cast anchor |
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Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
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Yet, though I've no fortune to offer |
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When sailing for Columbia's land |
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When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd |
8-9 |
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When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars |
9-10 |
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Moment Aurora peep'd onto my room, The |
10-11 |
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I lock'd up all my treasure |
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Of the ancients is't speaking my soul you'd be after |
12 |
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I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy |
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Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy |
14-15 |
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I sing of that life of delight beyond measure |
15-16 |
3 |
Come all hands ahoy to the anchor |
16-17 |
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My heart from my bosom would fly |
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Let bards elate |
18-19 |
3 |
When William, at eve, meets me down at the gate |
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What beauties does Flora disclose! |
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Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill |
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Adieu to the village delights |
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Day is departed and round from the cloud, The |
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3 |
Adieu, adieu, my only life |
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Blest as th' immortal gods is he |
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I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
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From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise |
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My love was once a bonny lad |
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'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
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Thou rising sun whose gladsome ray |
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Storm had ceas'd. the vessel, striving, The |
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Boatswain calls, the wind is fair, The |
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3 |
And did you hear what sad disaster |
30-31 |
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Ma chere amie, my charming fair |
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Farewell, ye green fields and sweet groves |
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Give ear to me, both high and low |
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Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A |
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'Twas post meridian, half past four |
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I be one of them sailors who thinks 'tis no lie |
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O you, whose lives on land are pass'd |
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'Twas near a rock, within a bay |
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Young William was a seaman true |
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Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
39-40 |
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Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around |
40-41 |
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Distress me with those tears no more |
41-42 |
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Life is chequer'd---toil and pleasure |
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Yarmouth roads are right ahead, The |
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Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
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All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
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Blow high, blow low, let tempest tear |
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Sweet is the ship that's under sail |
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Why, what's it to you, if my eyes, I'm a wiping |
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Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! |
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Behold! from many a hostile shore |
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Come, come my jolly lads |
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Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came |
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Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The |
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Fair Sally lov'd a bonny seaman |
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Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
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Shout is gone forth, hark the deep singing hound, The |
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Now mounted, so-ho, away let us go |
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Loose every sail to the breeze |
58 |
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To pleasure let's raise the heart-cheering song |
59 |
4 |
Then farewel, my trim-built wherry! [sic] |
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3 |
Why droops my Nan and why those tears? |
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Sailor's love is void of art, A |
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Blush of Aurora now tinges the morn, The |
61-62 |
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Come rouse, brother sportsmen, the hunters all cry |
62-63 |
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Whistling ploughman hails the blushing dawn, The |
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Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn |
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Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
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When Phoebus begins just to peep o'er the hills |
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Hark! hark! the joy inspiring horn |
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With early horn, salute the morn |
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Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
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Sprightly horn awakes the morn, The |
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Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
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By moon-light on the green |
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Weep, weep, for poor Anna, ye fair |
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Dear Image of the maid I love |
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When first a babe upon the knee |
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