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NEW SEA SONG
When stormy winds begin to blow
Our ship is in great motion;
To carry our victuals safe down below
It requires a good notion.
We often fall down the hatchway with all,
From the top to the bottom sprawling;
Such laughing then among the men,
And loudly the butcher calling.
There are snotty boys of midshipmen Han't done yet shitting yellow ; As to their age, some hardly ten Strike many a brave fellow, Who dare not prate at any rate, ' Nor seem in the least to mumble; They'll frap you still, do what you will; It is but a folly to grumble.
Now to conclude and make an end
In a full flowing brimmer;
Let every one drink to his friend;
The bowl it seems to look thinner.
We'll drink again, like sons of men,
And drink bad luck to the purser;
He cheats us with ease of our oatmeal and pease
Such rogues there can't be worser.
NEW SEA SONG.
Our boatswain calls out for his bold British heroes;
Come, listen awhile to what I do sing;
Let every man toss off his full bumper
And drink a good health unto George our King,
And drink a good health to Suke, Moll, and Kitty;
With mirth and good liquor we'll lead merry [lives] ;
We will not be afraid to kiss, or to venture,
On Saturday night, to our sweethearts and wives.
Our ship she is in harbour, brought safe to an anchor; The boats are alongside, they begin for to throng; The girls that are in them, they are crying for husbands; The one sings out' Jemmy,' the other [calls] ' John,'