XX The Bay of Biscay O! LOUD roar'd the dreadful thunder, There she lay, In the Bay of Biscay O! Now, dash'd upon the billow, Till the day, In the Bay of Biscay O! At length the wish'd-for morrow Each heav'd a bitter sigh!— On that day, In the Bay of Biscay O! Her yielding timbers sever; Her pitchy seams are rent! A sail in sight appears! We hail her with three cheers! With the gale From the Bay of Biscay O! ANDREW CHERRY. XXI The Mid-watch WHEN 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come, Each serving at his gun, Should any thought of them come o'er our mind, We think, should but the day be won, How 'twill cheer Their hearts to hear That their old companion he was one! Or, my lad, if you a mistress kind Have left on shore, some pretty girl and true, Who many a night doth listen to the wind, And sighs to think how it may fare with you,-O when the fight's begun, Each serving at his gun, Should any thought of her come o'er your mind, How 'twill cheer Her heart to hear That her own true sailor he was one. R. B. SHERIDAN. XXII I am a brisk and sprightly lad I AM a brisk and sprightly lad, But just come home from sea, sir, A sailor's life for me, sir. Chorus. Yeo, yeo, yeo, Whilst the boatswain pipes all hands, What girl but loves the merry tar, In every clime we find a port, Yeo, &c. But when your country's foes are nigh, We make the boasting Frenchmen fly, Our foes reduc'd, once more on shore, Yeo, &c. XXIII The Fisher's Life WHAT joy attends the fisher's life! The fisher and his faithful wife! He drives no plough on stubborn land, The husbandman has rent to pay, But he who farms the rolling deeps, XXIV We'll go to Sea no more Он blythely shines the bonnie sun And blythely comes the morning tide Into St. Andrew's Bay. Then up, gude-man, the breeze is fair, When life's last sun goes feebly down, And death comes to our door, When all the world's a dream to us, I've seen the waves as blue as air, I never liked the landsman's life, My vessel for my hame. Give me the fields that no man ploughs, The farm that pays no fee: Give me the bonnie fish, that glance So gladly through the sea. |