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THE MARINERS SONG |
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THE MARINERS SONG.
From the ' Comedy of Common Conditions,' about 1570. |
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Lustely, lustefy, lustely let us saileforthe ;
The winde trim doth serve us, it blows from the north. |
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All thinges we have ready and nothing we want To furnish our ship that rideth hereby;
Victuals and weapons thei be nothing skant, Like worthie mariners ourselves we will trie. Lustely, lustely, h>c. |
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Her flagges be new trimmed, set flanting alofte, Our ship for swift swimmyng, oh ! she doth excel;
We fear no enemies, we have escaped them ofte ; Of all ships that swimmeth she beareth the bell. Lustely, lustely, &C. |
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And here is a maister excelleth in skill, And our maister's mate he is not to seeke;
And here is a boteswaine will do his good will, And here is a ship, boy, we never had leak. Lustely, lustely, &*c. |
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If fortune then faile not, and our next voiage prove, We will return merely, and make good cheare,
And holde all together as friends link'd in love; The Cannes shall be filled with wine, ale, and beer. Lustely, lustely, &c. |
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