OH! FIRM AS OAK.

Music by BISHOP.

H! firm as oak, and free from care,
The sailor holds his heart at sea,
If she he loves his cabin share,

And Cupid page to Neptune be. Come night's deep noon, and ne'er a moon, Nor star aloft a watch to keep,

The tar can be gay as landsmen in day,
With a cheering glass, and a smiling lass.
While boon the wind blows,

And smooth the tide flows,
And the ship steady goes,
Still steady, steady, steady,
Through the boundless deep.

When wintry gales blow bleak alarms,
In turn he mounts the chilly deck;
But watch relieved, his Susan's charms
All thoughts but those of pleasure check.
Come night's deep noon, and ne'er a moon,
Nor star aloft a watch to keep,

The tar can be gay as landsmen in day,
With a cheering glass, and a smiling lass.
While boon the wind blows,

And smooth the tide flows,
And the ship steady goes,
Still steady, steady, steady,
Through the boundless deep.

ROCK'D IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP.

Music by KNIGHT.

JOCK'D in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,

For thou, O Lord, hast power to save.
I know thou wilt not slight my call,
For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep.

When in the dead of night I lay
And gaze upon the trackless way—
The star-bespangled heav'nly scroll,
The boundless waters as they roll-
I feel thy wond'rous power to save
From perils of the stormy wave;
And, rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I calmly rest and soundly sleep.

And such the trust that still was mine,
Though storm-winds swept across the brine,
Or though the tempest's furious breath
Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!
In ocean cave still safe with thee

The

germ of immortality;

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep.

Y

INDEX.

DIEU, adieu! my native shore
Adieu, my gallant sailor! obey thy duty's

call.

Again the willing trump of fame

Ah, hark! the signals round the coast.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd
And did you not hear of a jolly young waterman
An honest tar and fresh from sea

A plague of those musty old lubbers
A sailor and an honest heart

A sailor's life's a life of woe

A sailor's love is void of art

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As a sailor's all one as a piece of the ship

As pensive one night in my garret I sate

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A thousand miles from land are we

At Wapping I landed, and call'd to hail Mog

Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy

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Blow, Boreas, blow! thy surly winds.

By the friends we have lost-by the smile we can never

Come cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer

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Come, come, my lads! the war is o'er

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Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound

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Come, listen to a seaman's ditty

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Come, messmates, rejoice! for old England so glorious
Come, never seem to mind it

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Come, sailors, be filling the can.

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Come sing, come sing, of the great sea-king

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Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say

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Drear, dark, and dreadful low'red the sky
Duke William and a nobleman

For England, when, with fav'ring gale
Give ear to me, both high and low

Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d'ye see
Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling
He sail'd away in a gallant bark
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling
How gallantly, how merrily

I be one of they sailors who think 'tis no lie

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If a landsman would know the true creed of a tar

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If, bold and brave, thou canst not bear

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If ever a sailor was fond of good sport

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If lubberly landsmen, to gratitude strangers

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If, my hearty, you'd not like a lubber appear

In a vessel of my own I have oft ta'en a trip

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In either eye a lingering tear

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In May fifteen hundred and eighty-eight

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