BUXOM NAN. HE wind was hush'd, the storm was over, From toil released, when Dick of Dover She's none of those who are always gigging, Jack Jollyboat went to the Indies, To see him stare when he came back, None in life's sea can sail more quicker, But hold, I'm preaching o'er my liquor; I say, then, find me out who can, TRUE ENGLISH SAILOR. ACK dances and sings, and is always content, In his vows to his lass he'll ne'er fail her; His anchor's a-trip when his money's all spent- Alert in his duty he readily flies, Where the winds the tired vessel are flinging, Though sunk to the sea-gods, or toss'd to the skies, Still Jack is found working and singing. 'Longside of an enemy, boldly and brave, He'll with broadside on broadside regale her; Yet he'll sigh to the soul o'er that enemy's grave, So noble's the mind of a sailor. Let cannons roar loud, burst their sides let the bombs, Let the winds a dread hurricane rattle, The rough and the pleasant he takes as it comes, And laughs at the storm and the battle. In a fostering Power while Jack puts his trust, Though careless and headlong, if danger should press, To rancour unknown, to no passion a slave, SWIZZY. F, bold and brave, thou canst not bear Whine and blubber, Still for thy ease and safety busy, And Ben, and Phil, And Jack, and Dick, And Bob, and Bill, All weathers sing, and drink the swizzy. If, shouldst thou lose a limb in fight, If, pris'ner in a foreign land, JACK'S GRATITUDE. 'VE sail'd round the world without fear or display, I've seen the wind foul, and I've seen the wind fair, I've been wounded, and shipwreck'd, and trick'd of my pay, But a brave British sailor should never despair. When in a French prison I chanced for to lie, In a dungeon, instead of in battle, to die, Was dismal, I own, but I did not despair. But, Lord, this is nothing-my poor upper works But a brave British sailor should never despair. But for all these misfortunes, I'd yet cut a dash, Laid snug up my timbers, and never know care, If the agent had not run away with the cash, And so many brave fellows plunged into despair. So coming 'longside of our bold royal tar I told him the rights on't-for why should I care? Of my wrongs, and my hardships, and wounds in the war, And if how he would right me, I should not despair. Says his highness, says he, such ill-treatment as thine Is a shame, and henceforward thy fortune's my care; So now, blessings on him! sing out me and mine, And thus British seamen should never despair. So straightway he got it made into a law That each tar of his rhino should have his full share, And so agents, d'ye see, may coil up their slack jaw, For the duke is our friend, and we need not despair. Then push round the grog, though we face the whole world, Let our royal tar's pennant but fly in the air, And the sails of our navy again be unfurl'dWe'll strike wond'ring nations with awe and despair. |