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THE VANGUARD 321
At eight o'clock it's up top-gallant yards, to the mast-head you
must run, And if you are not the first ship, your name is taken down.
Then down from the mast-head to the gangway you must repair, And there is the gratings rigged ready to punish you there.
And when on shore by leave you go, if beyond your time you
stay, Then you are put on the stage party for the space of sixty days.
Then next you're put in chokey, boys, you get both thin and
white ; And if you break your liberty, scrub copper from morning till night:
But if you are in the black list, as true as I'm a sinner, Then you must polish brass-work while the crew are at their dinner.
But if a fighting you do go, you'll never get any rest;
They will drive you off the lower deck, in the galley for to mess.
And when you are in the galley mess, your heart is fill'd with
woe; Your monthly money it is stopt, on shore you must not go.
Now, you seamen of the Vanguard, you had better not get drunk ; You will be laid upon your back, and they'll use the stomach pump. .
If your hammock it is dirty, and you know no reason why, Then you must scrub it in the head, carry it on a boat-hook to dry.
There's a man on our lower deck, he is called Jondy Cross; If I had my will of him, I'd overboard him toss.
But when on shore the bully comes, if with him you should fall in,
The w------e that gives to him a drubbing shall have a gown and
a gallon of gin.
So now to conclude, and finish my song;
I am a saucy mizen-top man, to the Vanguard does belong.
But if to sea I go again, I'd sooner swing in a halter, Before I'd sail in any ship commanded by Mickey Walker.
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