In slumber of midnight the sailor-boy lay I sail'd in the Terrible frigate I say, my heart, why here's your works I sing of that life of delight beyond measure I sing the British seaman's praise I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now tack" 281 103 6 121 150 156 258 30 129 105 55 170 "I've heard," cried out one, "that you tars tack and I've sail'd round the world without fear or dismay I was, d'ye see, a waterman I was saying to Jack, as we talk'd t'other day I went to sea all so fearlessly I went to sea with heavy heart Jack Anchor was leaving to plough the salt wave Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate 17 95 77 168 242 301 22 Jack dances and sings, and is always content Let swabs, with their vows, their palaver, and lies 109 279 List! list to the storm, see the dark frowning sky Mayhap you have heard, that as dear as their lives 89 Merry ocean! honest ocean 217 Musing on the roaring ocean 310 My name, d'ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little Odsblood! what a time for a seaman to skulk 237 Of Nelson and the north 181 Of us tars 'tis reported, again and again 87 Oh, don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt 312 Oh! firm as oak, and free from care. 320 Oh! to hand, reef, and steer, is the thing sailors prize 148 Oh! where will you hurry, my dearest 165 Old Cunwell, the pilot, for many a year 134 Old England is our home 302 Our ship had struck soundings, and blithe were our 317 O whither are we driven, o'er the waters so free 223 Roll, liquid mountains, roll 254 Sam Splint, Dick Douse, Ben Brace, Tom Tow. 141 See the shore lined with gazers, the tide comes in fast 102 Sew up the hammock, Death has laid 283 She comes, she comes, in glorious style 247 Since fate of sailors hourly varies 158 Since, Jack, thou art a seaman's son. 116 Since our foes to invade us have long been preparing The boatswain calls, the wind is fair 193 28 314 119 75 131 9 304 40 The moon on the ocean was dimm'd by a ripple There's some is born with their straight legs by natur' 231 The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore 284 The sea, the sea, the open sea 287 The sea was bright, and the bark rode well 311 The signal to engage shall be 4 The storm had ceased, the vessel striving 163 The storm o'er the ocean flew furious and fast The tar's a jolly tar that can hand, reef, and steer The tear fell gently from her eye The topsails shiver in the wind The wind blew hard, the sea ran high The wind was hush'd, the fleecy wave The wind was hush'd, the storm was over The Yarmouth roads are right a-head This here's what I does-I, d'ye see, forms a notion This life is like a troubled sea Though laid up in port, I am not outward bound Though mountains high the billows roll Three fishers went sailing out into the west Three happy years had Ben the sailor Through winds and waves in days that are no more. Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly 'Tis said we vent'rous die-hards, when we leave the Toll for the brave Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair 'Twas all how and about and concerning the war 'Twas in the good ship Rover 49 245 252 67 32 52 63 164 157 166 88 177 291 244 253 57 162 19 42 269 110 79 143 3 'Twas in Trafalgar's Bay 263 'Twas on a very stormy day, far southward of the Cape 225 'Twas one morn when the wind from the northward Up from a loblolly-boy none was so cute 114 When a boy, Harry Bluff left his friends and his home 207 When Britain first, at Heaven's command 220 When in the storm on Albion's coast 313 When in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe When last from the Straits we had fairly cast anchor 236 10 When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing 243 244 267 When Steerwell heard me first impart When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come When Vulcan forged the bolts of Jove While up the shrouds the sailor goes Whoever saw a noble sight Why, Jack, my fine fellow, here's glorious news When my money was spent that I gain'd in the wars When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd 288 84 306 289 194 99 188 5 299 153 Why, Tom, thou art a seaman; and may every wind Why should the sailor take a wife Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a-wiping Would you hear a sad story of woe Ye free-born sons, Britannia's boast Ye mariners of England Yet though I've no fortune to offer You ask how it comes that I sing about Nancy 128 82 92 91 48 168 200 Your slack-jaw belay, if you ask Jack's opinion 246 CHISWICK PRESS:-WHITTINGHAM AND WILKINS, TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE. 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