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62 Music of the Waters. |
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' I wants a young man there, do you hear ? Bear a hand there,
To hoist me aboard, or to send him to me ; For his name's Henry Grady, and I am a lady
Just come to prevent him from going to sea.'
Then the captain, his honour, when he looked upon her, Ran down the ship's side for to help her aboard.
Says he, with emotion,' What son of the ocean Can thus be looked after by Elinor Ford ?'
Then the lady made answer, ' That there is my man, sir, I'll make him as fine and as free as a lord.'
' No, no,' says the cap'n—' that cannot well happen ; I've got sailing orders, you, sir, stay aboard !'
' Avast!' says the lady. ' Don't hear him, Henry Grady, He once was your captain, but now he's at large,
Don't you stay aboard here, for all that man's order ;' And out of her bosom she hauled his discharge.
Then the captain says he now, ' I'm blowed but he's free now/ Says Hal, ' Let old Weatherface keep all my clothes.' Ashore then he steered her, and the lads they all cheered her ; But the captain was jealous, and looked down his nose.
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Then she got a shore tailor to rig her young sailor With tight nankeen breeches and blue long-tailed coat,
And he looked like a squire, for all to admire,
With his dimity handkerchief tied round his throat.
And they had a house greater than e'er a first-rater, With servants in uniform handing the drink,
And a garden to go in, with flowers a-blowin'— The daisy, the buttercup, lily and pink.
And he got education quite fit for his station, For you know we are never too old for to larn ; |
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