The sun is up, and round Inchkeith The gude-man has the lines aboard— An' ye'll be back by gloaming grey, XXV A Cruising we will go BEHOLD upon the swelling seas, And a cruising we will go,-oho, oho, oho, Ye beauteous maids, your smiles bestow, How can we hope to beat the foe? We leave our hearts behind. When a cruising, &c. See Hardy's flag once more display'd, Britannia's glory ne'er can fade, Or tarnish in his hands. So a cruising, &c. Be Britain to herself but true, And a cruising, &c. XXVI Song and Chorus of Sailors OLD England to thyself be true, Firm as this rock thy fame shall stand: Though foes on foes contending throng, Throughout the world thy thunders sound: What, though no grand alliance share Each warlike, envied deed of thine; 'Tis doubly glorious thus to dare Against the world in arms to shine. Nought then shall make Britannia rue, Let Britons to themselves be true. XXVII Come, come, my jolly lads!' COME, come, my jolly lads! Brisk gales our sails shall crowd; The boatswain pipes aloud; The ship's unmoor'd; The rising gale Fills ev'ry sail The ship's well mann'd and stor❜d. Then sling the flowing bowl Fond hopes arise— The girls we prize Shall bless each jovial soul: We'll drink and sing, While foaming billows roll. Tho' to the Spanish coast We'll still our rights maintain; Old England once again: From shore to shore While cannons roar, Our tars shall show The haughty foe Britannia rules the main. Then sling the flowing bowl, &c. XXVIII All Hands up aloft' ALL Hands up aloft, Swab the Coach fore and aft, For the Punch Clubbers strait will be sitting; For fear the Ship rowl, Sling off a full Bowl, For our Honour let all things be fitting: In an Ocean of Punch We to Night will all sail, I' th' Bowl we're in Sea Room, Enough we ne'er fear; Here's to thee Mess-mate, Thanks honest Tom, "Tis a Health to the King, Whilst the Larboard Man drinks, Let the Starboard Man sing, With full double Cups, Punch Clubbers] members of a Punch Club. The Winds veering aft, She'll bear all her Topsails a-trip : And a just Account on the Board keep: "Tis a Health to the King, With full, &c. The Quartier must Cun, Whilst the foremast-man steers; Here's a Health to each Port where'er bound, Shall be drubb'd at the Geers; To his Honour and Wealth, May he drown and be damn'd, That refuses the Health: Here's to thee honest Harry, Old true Penny still, Whilst the one is a drinking, The other shall fill. With full, &c. Quartier] Quarter-master. Cun] direct the course. |