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76 Music of the Waters. |
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HEY, BOYS, UP GO WE. |
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This is an old English sea-song known as " Hey, boys, up go we " :— |
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I have had so many kind offers of original sea-songs, and verses for my collection, that I feel a word of thanks is due to those who have made them. I am sure I shall be readily understood, when I say that I have had to confine myself solely to the sailors and seamen generally, as poets and composers. I cannot refrain, however, from quoting a verse entitled " The Sailor Boy," from a poem by a lady of title :—
" Sometimes in dreams I see him
Where the sweet spice islands rise, And storms are hushed for ever
In the deep unclouded skies ; I see my poor wrecked Willie
Stand alone upon the main, Pining, praying for a friendly ship,
To bear him home again."
This most absurd song was given as a specimen of those written by incompetent describers of sailor-life ; in a very amusing article in one of Tinsley's Magazines, the writer marvels not a little at the total suppression of storms in the Spice Islands ; but is simply " lost in wonder at the amazing feat performed by Willie of standing alone upon the main." |
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