Written by John P. Harrington. Words by Orlando Powell.
What's so dear in life as friendship?
Sure, it fills the heart with bliss.
For the rough hand of a true friend
Is as sweet as woman's kiss.
Micky Free and I were children,
Schoolmates in the motherland;
Fished the streams and robbed the orchard,
Got in trouble, hand in band;
Then we went to sea together.
And where big waves rolled in strife,
I fell overboard, and Micky
Dared the waves and saved my life.
Boys together, men together, Micky and I have been.
Holding each other as dear as a brother, nobody came between;
Loving playmates at school, loving playmates at sea.
Sure I d lay my life down for Micky, my pal, and he'd do the same for me.
When a fair colleen I courted
With a first love, fond and true,
'Twas with sorrow I was learning
That my old friend loved her, too.
When I told him-" Never mind, lad,
Let the best man win! "said he;
And with fair field and no favor.
Faith, her dear hand fell to me;
Ah! it wounds his brave heart sorely.
Yet his friendship never stirs;
"There's my hand! you've fairly won her,
I am still your friend and hers." -Chorus.
When the big ship stood at anchor,
Mick and I made all the noise;
For we kissed the girls together.
And he helped me thrash the boys.
And if I rowed with a policeman,
And he acted somewhat odd.
He'd a mighty rough five minutes
Ere he ran me into quod;
Once they took me on a shutter,
'Twas a shameful trick to do;
"What! take my old pal?" cried Micky,
"Faith, where he goes I'll go tool"-Chorus.
In my berth I had been sleeping,
In mid-ocean, one dark night.
When I woke and saw, great Heavens!
A wild glare of lurid light.
Leaping, glowing like a furnace,
"Ship on fire! "I tried to speak.
But the flames pressed nearer, nearer.
And with hot tongues licked my check.
To the floor I reeled, but vainly
Tried to reach the cabin door.
When I felt Mick's strong arms lift me.
Murmured "saved I" and knew no more.-Chorus.