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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS. |
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Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do ye see,
'Bout danger, and fear, and the like ; A tight water boat, and good sea-room give me;
And t'ant to a little I'll strike. Tho' the tempest, topgallant-masts smack smooth should smite,
And shiver each splinter of wood, Clear the wreck, stow the yards, and bouze ev'rything tight, .
And under reef d forsail we'll scud: Avast! nor don't think me a milk-sop so soft,
To be taken for trifles aback ; For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. |
Why 1 heard the good chaplain palaver one day
About souls, heaven, mercy and such, And, my timbers, what lingo he'd coil and belay.
Why 'twas just all as one as high Dutch ! But he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see,
Without orders that comes down below, And many fine things, that proved clearly to me,
That Providence takes ns in tow. For says he, do you mind me, let storms e'er so oft
Take the topsail of sailors aback, There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. |
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