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While oft the lead the seaman flung, And to the pilot cheerly sung,
" By the mark, Seven !"
And as the much-lov'd shore we near, With transport we behold the roof
Where dwelt a friend or partner dear, Of faith and love a matchless proof;
The lead once more the seaman flung,
And to the watchful pilot sung, " Quarter less Five !" |
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From the Opera " Hartford Bridge."
Words by Pearce. Tune by Shield.
LXXVIII |
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CARE, THOU CANKER OF OUR JOYS |
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Seize the villain, plunge him in ;
See the hated miscreant dies :—• Mirth and all thy train come in,
Banish sorrow, tears, and sighs.
O'er our merry midnight bowls, Oh, how happy shall we be ;
Day was made for vulgar souls, Night, my boys, for you and me. |
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Chappell. Words by Grant. Tune attributed to Garth of Durham. |
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