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Whilst the other bawls out, ' Where is my dear Harry ? [If] I do not see him, may I never thrive !' Alongside of those girls you may lie, but not marry, On Saturday night, to our sweethearts and wives.
Our ship she is unrigged, all ready for docking; Straightway on board of those hulks we repair, Where we work hard all day, and at night go a-kissing. Jack Tar is safe moor'd in the arms of his dear. Straightway to the town of Venus we will venture Our spirits to freshen, our bodies to thrive ; We will not be afraid to kiss, nor yet venture On Saturday night to our sweethearts and wives.
Our ship she is all rigg'd and ready for sea, boys ; The girls that's on board they begin to look blue; The boats are alongside to take them on shore, boys ; Says one to the other, ' Girls, what shall we do ?' Then we put to sea, with a fresh-blowing breeze, boys, And through the foaming white billows do [roar]; We paid off all debts with the flying fore-topsail. Bid adieu to these girls and the rogues on the shore.
Now we are on the seas, like bold hearts of thunder ;
Now we are on the seas we will rant and roar ;
We will make all the French and the Spaniards knock under
When our two-and:thirties begin for to roar.
For to handle their dollars my fingers are itching ;
If I don't be at them may I never thrive;
We will not be like misers, to hoard by our riches,
But we will spend them on shore with our sweethearts and wives. |
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THE HUMOURS OF THE ROYAL BILLY.
Come, all ye young fellows, attend to my song; It will make you to smile, tho' tis not very long. I will tell you the truth, how I first went to sea, And what there befel, if you'll listen to me : My story will please you, if right understood, And you surely will laugh at poor Robin Hood. |
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