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SONGS AND BALLADS
Whilst the other bawls out, ' Where is my dear Harry ? [If] I do not see him, may I never thrive !' Alongside of those girls you may lie, but not marry, On Saturday night, to our sweethearts and wives.
Our ship she is unrigged, all ready for docking; Straightway on board of those hulks we repair, Where we work hard all day, and at night go a-kissing. Jack Tar is safe moor'd in the arms of his dear. Straightway to the town of Venus we will venture Our spirits to freshen, our bodies to thrive ; We will not be afraid to kiss, nor yet venture On Saturday night to our sweethearts and wives.
Our ship she is all rigg'd and ready for sea, boys ; The girls that's on board they begin to look blue; The boats are alongside to take them on shore, boys ; Says one to the other, ' Girls, what shall we do ?' Then we put to sea, with a fresh-blowing breeze, boys, And through the foaming white billows do [roar]; We paid off all debts with the flying fore-topsail. Bid adieu to these girls and the rogues on the shore.
Now we are on the seas, like bold hearts of thunder ;
Now we are on the seas we will rant and roar ;
We will make all the French and the Spaniards knock under
When our two-and:thirties begin for to roar.
For to handle their dollars my fingers are itching ;
If I don't be at them may I never thrive;
We will not be like misers, to hoard by our riches,
But we will spend them on shore with our sweethearts and wives.
THE HUMOURS OF THE ROYAL BILLY.
Come, all ye young fellows, attend to my song; It will make you to smile, tho' tis not very long. I will tell you the truth, how I first went to sea, And what there befel, if you'll listen to me : My story will please you, if right understood, And you surely will laugh at poor Robin Hood.