149 158 159 160 162 Who Cares . . . 80 Nancy Dear . . . . 82 Now Safe Moor'd . . 142 Magnanimity... 84 A History of the War 143 The Nancy ... 89 What if the Sailor : The Pride of the Ocean 102 Life's a troubled Sea. 157 Tom Tough . . . . 107 Love's Probation . Nature and Nancy , 109 The Reward of Fidelity 163 Tom Tackle was poor 110 Honesty in Tatters . 164 The Busy Crew. . . 113 The Veteran in Retire- ment. . . . . . chor . . . . . . One . . . . . . 117 Well it's no worse. . Grieving's a Folly : : 119 Jervis for ever... Frigate : : .;.: 121 gar . . . The Sailor's Will : : 122 The Death of Nelson. 174 Nancy and Home. . 124 The Arrival of Nel- Blow, Boreas, Blow . 126 son's Corpse ... Jack's Alive . . . . 131 English Ale.. Life's Weather Gauge 132 The Battle of the Baltic 181 The Look Out ... 134 The Mariner's Glee, 185 The Sailor's Dream . 136 Black-eyed Susan. . 186 Britannia's Name. . 137 Hearts of Oak . . . 187 243 2448 All's Well . . . . . 189 The Sailor's Lady. . 239 The Arethusa .. 189 Nanine, or the Emi- The Land, Boys, we Walls . . . . . 244 The Mid-Watch.. 194 Dreadful .. 24+ Come, bustle, bastle. 195 The Anchor's weighed Childe Harold's Song . 205 Wind ::.. Sea Fight at Malago . 208 or Russell's Triumph 253 The Snng Little Island 212 Roll, liquid mountains, The Spanish Armada. 214 roll . . :.:.: . Wapping Old Stairs. 218 Slinging the Bowl . . 262 flowing Sea ... 219 To all you ladies now Ship, d'ye see. .. 222 224 The Flying Dutchman 225 Deep in the Orlop's The Stormy Petrel: 228 Song. .. miral . . . . . . ble . . . . . . 42 Ocean . . . . . 236 The Sailor's Dirge The Old Commodore · 237 The Sailor . . . . 284 Page Page 55, “Jack's Gratitude,” line 1, for display, read dismay. Tournville, read Tourville. vaen0 patter to lubbers and swabs, d’ye see, 1387602 'Bout danger, and fear, and the like; JACK A tight water boat and good sea-room give me, And it ain't to a little I'll strike: Though the tempest topgallant-masts smack smooth should smite, And shiver each splinter of wood, Clear the wreck, stow the yards, and bouze every thing tight, And under reef'd fore-sail we'll scud : Avast! nor don't think me a milksop so soft To be taken for trifles aback; For, they say, there's a Providence sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. I heard our good chaplain palaver one day, About souls, heaven, mercy, and such ; And, my timbers! what lingo he'd coil and belay, Why, 'twas all one to me as High Dutch : |