Sea Songs and BalladsBell and Daldy, 1863 - 328 sider |
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Side 18
... fancy not I bore my lot Tame , like a lubber - no ! For , seeing I was fairly trick'd , Plump to the devil I fairly kick'd My Poll and my Partner Joe . SATURDAY NIGHT AT SEA . IS said we vent❜rous die 18 SEA SONGS .
... fancy not I bore my lot Tame , like a lubber - no ! For , seeing I was fairly trick'd , Plump to the devil I fairly kick'd My Poll and my Partner Joe . SATURDAY NIGHT AT SEA . IS said we vent❜rous die 18 SEA SONGS .
Side 36
... - Thy love shall so bewitch With wonder each fond fancy , That children , near and far , Shall lisp the name of Nancy , Who saved her Shipwreck'd Tar ! EACH BULLET HAS ITS COMMISSION . HAT argufies pride and 36 SEA SONGS .
... - Thy love shall so bewitch With wonder each fond fancy , That children , near and far , Shall lisp the name of Nancy , Who saved her Shipwreck'd Tar ! EACH BULLET HAS ITS COMMISSION . HAT argufies pride and 36 SEA SONGS .
Side 65
... fancy , While she her sailor from her bosom tore : To his fill'd heart a little Nancy pressing , While a young tar the ample trousers eyed , In need of firmness in this state distressing , Will check'd the rising sigh , and fondly cried ...
... fancy , While she her sailor from her bosom tore : To his fill'd heart a little Nancy pressing , While a young tar the ample trousers eyed , In need of firmness in this state distressing , Will check'd the rising sigh , and fondly cried ...
Side 71
... fancy and gig , Could I find any one that ill - used them , Damme , but I'd tickle his wig . Jack never was known for a railer , — ' Twas fun every word that I spoke , And the sign of a true - hearted sailor Is to give and to take a ...
... fancy and gig , Could I find any one that ill - used them , Damme , but I'd tickle his wig . Jack never was known for a railer , — ' Twas fun every word that I spoke , And the sign of a true - hearted sailor Is to give and to take a ...
Side 74
... fancy ; At eight we all got under weigh , And bid a long adieu to Nancy ! Night came , and now eight bells had rung , While careless sailors , ever cheery , On the mid watch so jovial sung , With tempers labour cannot weary . I , little ...
... fancy ; At eight we all got under weigh , And bid a long adieu to Nancy ! Night came , and now eight bells had rung , While careless sailors , ever cheery , On the mid watch so jovial sung , With tempers labour cannot weary . I , little ...
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aloft anchor Arethusa ashore BARRY CORNWALL battle Bay of Biscay Ben Bolt billows Billy Moore boatswain bold boys brave breeze Britannia British Britons call'd charms cheer crew cried d'ye damme dance danger dear death deck deep dreadful drink Dublin Bay duty e'er England eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fight foam Fortune's gale gallant girl glory grog guns hand hark Hearts of oak heave honest honour I've sounded Jack Jack's alive JOHN BRAHAM jolly king lads land landsmen life's lubbers messmates Nancy Naval Chronicle ne'er never night o'er ocean Poll poor RATLIN reef roar round sail sail'd sailor seamen ship shore sigh sing sleep smile song soon steady steer storm stormy winds sweet tars tear Temeraire tempest thee there's thou thunder true Twas vessel wave whistle WHITE SQUALL wife winds do blow
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Side 285 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Side 181 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold, determined hand ; And the prince of all the land Led them on.
Side 267 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Side 47 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.
Side 218 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Side 281 - On beds of green sea-flower thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made, And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye — O, sailor boy ! sailor boy ! peace to thy soul ! 69.
Side 262 - TO ALL YOU LADIES NOW AT LAND. By the EARL OF DORSET, in 1665, written at sea during the first Dutch war, the night previous to an engagement, JJO all you ladies now at land, We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write; The Muses now and Neptune too We must implore to write to you.
Side 182 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Side 187 - tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year, To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Side 205 - And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands. " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native land— Good...