But he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see, Without orders that come down below; And a many fine things, that proved clearly to me That Providence takes us in tow: For, says he, do you mind me, let storms e'er so oft There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, I said to our Poll, for, d'ye see, she would cry Can't you see the world's wide, and there's room for us all, Both for seamen and lubbers ashore? And if to old Davy I go, my dear Poll, Why, you never will hear of me more: D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch And with her brave the world, without offering to flinch, As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides, and ends, Nought's a trouble from duty that springs; For my heart is my Poll's, and my rhino's my friend's, And as for my life, 'tis the King's. Even when my time comes, ne'er believe me so soft For the same little cherub that sits up aloft, THE GREENWICH PENSIONER. WAS in the good ship Rover At length in England landed, I left the roaring main, Found all relations stranded, That time bound straight to Portugal, Till, saved from Davy's locker, Next in a frigate sailing, Yet still I am enabled To bring up in life's rear, Although I am disabled, THE SIGNAL TO ENGAGE. HE signal to engage shall be Be one and all but firm, like me, Keep, boys, a good look-out, d'ye hear! All hands, then, lads, the ship to clear; WHILE UP THE SHROUDS. HILE up the shrouds the sailor goes, The landsman, who no better knows, But Jack with smiles each danger meets, When mountains high the waves that swell Now sinking in a hollow dell, Now quiv'ring in the air, Bold Jack, &c. When waves 'gainst rocks and quicksands roar, Or burning near the Line, Bold Jack, &c. If to engage they give the word, To quarters all repair, While splinter'd masts go by the board, And shot sings through the air, Bold Jack, &c. THE GOOD SHIP THE KITTY. SAIL'D in the good ship the Kitty, sea, Left my Polly, the lads call so pretty, Safe here at an anchor-Yo, Yea! She blubber'd salt tears when we parted, And from that time, no worse nor no better, When the wind whistled larboard and starboard, And yet, my boys, would you believe me? |