And my girl shall breed young sailors, nobly for to face the foe; Then to country and king, Fate can no danger bring, While the tars of Old England sing out Yo, heave ho! CHARLES DIBDIN. XXXVI Fack Robinson THE perils and the dangers of the voyage past, And along with the crew, he went ashore, He met with a man, and said, 'I say, So says Jack to him, 'I have left my ship, In a public house, then, they both sat down, And drank as much grog as came to half a crown, Then Jack call'd out the reckoning to pay, 'My eyes and limbs, why here's Polly Gray! Who'd have thought of meeting here!' says Jack Robinson. The landlady staggered against the wall, And said, at first, she didn't know him at all. 'Shiver me,' says Jack, 'why here's a pretty squall, Dn me, don't you know me ? I'm Jack Robinson! Don't you remember this handkerchief you giv'd me! 'Twas three years ago, before I went to sea, Every day I've looked at it, and then I thought of thee, Upon my soul, I have,' says Jack Robinson. Says the Lady, says she, 'I have changed my state.' 'Why you don't mean,' says Jack, 'that you've got a mate? You know you promised-' Says she, 'I could not wait, For no tidings could I gain of you, Jack Robinson; Then he turn'd his quid, and finish'd his glass, XXXVII Jack the Guinea-Pig WHEN the anchor's weigh'd and the ship's unmoored, And the landsmen lag behind, sir, The sailor joyful skips on board, And, swearing, prays for a wind, sir: Yehoing there, Steadily, readily, Cheerily, merrily, Still from care and thinking free, When we sail with a fresh'ning breeze, Laughing here, Quaffing there, Steadily, &c. When the wind at night whistles o'er the deep, And sings to landsmen dreary, The sailor fearless goes to sleep, Or takes his watch most cheary : Boozing here, Snoozing there, Steadily, &c. When the sky grows black and the wind blows hard And landsmen skulk below, sir, Jack mounts up to the top-sail yard, Bawling there, Steadily, &c. 6 When the foaming waves run mountains high, Clashing there, When the ship, d'ye see, becomes a wreck, Tearing there, XXXVIII Ye Mariners of England' YE Mariners of England, That guard our native seas! Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe; And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow! While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave For the deck it was their field of fame, While the stormy winds do blow! Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow! When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England When the storm has ceased to blow! |