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THE BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE
When terrible tempests assail us, And mountainous billows affright,
No grandeur or wealth can avail'us, But skilful industry steers right.
The courtier's more subject to dangers,
Who rules at the helm of the State, Than we that, to politicks strangers,
Escape the snares laid for the great. The various blessings of nature
In various nations we try. No mortals than us can be greater,
Who merrily live till we die. |
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THE BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE. '
Life is chequer'd—toil and pleasure Fill up all the various measure. See the crew in flannel jerkins Drinking, toping flip by firkins ;
And as they raise the tip
To their happy lip, On the deck is heard no other sound,
But prithee Jack, Prithee Dick,
Prithee Sam, Prithee Tom, ( Let the can go round.
Chorus.
Then hark to the Boatswain's whistle, whistle !
Then hark to the Boatswain's whistle, whistle ! Bustle, bustle, brave boys, Let us sing, let us toil, But let's drink all the while, For labour's the price of our joys, For labour's the price of our joys.
Life is chequer'd—toil and pleasure Fill up all the various measure : Hark ! the crew with sun-burnt faces, Chanting Black-ey'd Susan's graces; |
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