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120 The Song Book
Quick, the lanyards cut to pieces— Come, my hearts, be stout and bold !
Plumb the well—the leak increases— Four feet water in the hold !
While o'er the ship wild waves are beating,
We for our wives and children mourn ; Alas, from hence there's no retreating !
Alas, to them there's no return ! Still the danger grows upon us,
Wild confusion reigns below, Heav'n have mercy here upon us,
For only that can save us now.
O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys—
Let the guns o'erboard be thrown— To the pump come, every hand, boys,
See, our mizenmast is gone. The leak we've found it cannot pour fast,
We've lighten'd her a foot or more; Up and rig a jury foremast—
She rights !—she rights .' — boys, wear off shore.
Now once more on joys we're thinking,
Since kind Heav'n has spar'd our lives, Come, the can, boys, let's be drinking
To our sweethearts and our wives : Fill it up, about ship wheel it,
Close to the lips a brimmer join ;— Where's the tempest now, who feels it ?
None—our danger's drown'd in wine.
Words and Tune by G. A. Stevens. |
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