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' Heave and in sight, men, heave away,' From forward the boatswain is calling; ' Heave a turn or two without delay; Stand by the capstan for pealing.' Then one and all to the catt do fall; We haul both strong and able, Till presently from forward they cry, ' Below, stick out the cable.'
We cast our anchors then with speed,
And nimbly press the stoppers,
Then next to fish it we proceed,
Our shank-painter so proper,
Which we do pass securely fast,
And lap well on a seizing.
Our anchors, be sure, can't be too secure;
It stands to sense and reason.
When once our ship she is unmoor'd Our swelling sails so neatly, With fore-tack and main-tack also, Our sheets haul'd aft completely, Then away we sail with a fresh gale, On a voyage or on a station. Like English hearts we'll play our parts In defence of the English nation.
The best cry we like to hear
On board, as I'm a sinner,
Is when from the quarter-deck they call
To the boatswain to pipe to dinner.
Such crowding then among the men :
Some grumble, others jangle ;
You're nobody there without you swear
And boldly stand the wrangle.
There's green-horn fellows some on board Before ne'er saw salt water ; When come to sea, upon my word, The case with them does alter. They better know how to follow the plow, With good fat bacon and cabbage; When sea-sick took like death they look, Ready to bring up guts and garbage.