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168. Caw sand Bay
I N Cawsand Bay lying, with the Blue Peter flying, And all hands on deck for the anchor to weigh, When off came a lady, as fresh as a daisy, And modestly hailing, the damsel did say :
' Ship ahoy ! bear a hand there ! I wants a young man there, So heave us a man-rope, or send him to me ;
His name 's Henry Grady, and I am a lady, Arrived to prevent him from going to sea.'
Now the captain, his honour, when he looked upon her, He ran down the side for to hand her on board.
Cried he, with emotion, ' What son of the ocean Can thus be looked after by Helena Ford ?'
Then the lady made answer, ' That there is a man, sir, I'll make him as free as a Duke or a Lord.'—
' Oh no ! ' says the capp'en, ' That can't very well happen, I've got sailing orders—you, sir, stop on board.'
But up spoke the lady, ' Don't you mind him, Hal Grady, He once was your capp'en, but now you're at large.
You shan't stop on board her, for all that chap's order!' Then out of her bosom she drew his discharge.