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Our ship had struck soundings, and blithe were our

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O whither are we driven, o'er the waters so free

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Roll, liquid mountains, roll

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Sam Splint, Dick Douse, Ben Brace, Tom Tow

See the shore lined with gazers, the tide comes in fast

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Sew up the hammock, Death has laid

She comes, she comes, in glorious style
Since fate of sailors hourly varies

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Since, Jack, thou art a seaman's son .

Since our foes to invade us have long been preparing
Smiling grog is the sailor's best hope, his sheet anchor
Son of the ocean isle, where sleep your mighty dead
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly
Sweet is the ship that, under sail

Sweet Nancy Nouse and Jack Jibboom
That girl who fain would choose a mate
The Albion is a noble ship

The boatswain calls, the wind is fair.

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The moon on the ocean was dimm'd by a ripple

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There's some is born with their straight legs by natur

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The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore

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The sea, the sea, the open sea

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The sea was bright, and the bark rode well

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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

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The wind was hush'd, the fleecy wave

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The wind was hush'd, the storm was over

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The Yarmouth roads are right a-head

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This here's what I does-I, d'ye see, forms a notion
This life is like a troubled sea

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Though laid up in port, I am not outward bound

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Though mountains high the billows roll

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Three fishers went sailing out into the west

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Three happy years had Ben the sailor

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Through winds and waves in days that are no more.
Thursday in the morn, the nineteenth of May

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Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly 'Tis said that love, the more 'tis tried

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'Tis said we vent'rous die-hards, when we leave the shore

To all you ladies now at land

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Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word

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Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair

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'Twas all how and about and concerning the war

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'Twas in the good ship Rover

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'Twas in Trafalgar's Bay

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'Twas on a very stormy day, far southward of the Cape

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'Twas one morn when the wind from the northward

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Up from a loblolly-boy none was so cute

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When a boy, Harry Bluff left his friends and his home

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When Britain first, at Heaven's command

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When in the storm on Albion's coast

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When in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe

When last from the Straits we had fairly cast anchor

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When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing
When last in the Dreadful your honour set sail
When lightnings pierce the pitchy sky

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When my money was spent that I gain'd in the wars
When once the din of war's begun

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When Steerwell heard me first impart

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When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd

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When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come

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When to weigh the boatswain's calling

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When Vulcan forged the bolts of Jove

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While up the shrouds the sailor goes
Whoever saw a noble sight

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Why, Jack, my fine fellow, here's glorious news

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Why, Tom, thou art a seaman; and may every
Why should the sailor take a wife

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Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a-wiping
Wouldst know, my lad. why every tar

Would you hear a sad story of woe

Ye free-born sons, Britannia's boast
Ye gentlemen of England

Ye mariners of England

Yet though I've no fortune to offer

You ask how it comes that I sing about Nancy
Your finikin sirs may in finery appear

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Your slack-jaw belay, if you ask Jack's opinion

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