Sea Songs and BalladsBell and Daldy, 1863 - 328 páginas |
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... Crew . 113 The Veteran in Retire- The Letter N. 114 ment . The Last Shilling 115 The best Bower An- Since , Jack , thou art a chor Seaman's Son . 116 Ye Free - born Sons . One 117 Well it's no worse Grieving's a Folly . 119 Jervis for ...
... Crew . 113 The Veteran in Retire- The Letter N. 114 ment . The Last Shilling 115 The best Bower An- Since , Jack , thou art a chor Seaman's Son . 116 Ye Free - born Sons . One 117 Well it's no worse Grieving's a Folly . 119 Jervis for ...
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... crew ; If that's the case , then cease our jeers ; When boarded by the same Mounseers , You , a true English lion , snatch'd me from the grave , Cried , " Cowards , do the man no harm , Damme don't you see he's lost his arm ...
... crew ; If that's the case , then cease our jeers ; When boarded by the same Mounseers , You , a true English lion , snatch'd me from the grave , Cried , " Cowards , do the man no harm , Damme don't you see he's lost his arm ...
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... crew The mem'ry of their former lives O'er flowing cans of flip renew , And drink their sweethearts and their wives , I'll heave a sigh , and think on thee ; And as the ship rolls through the sea , The burden of my song shall be- Blow ...
... crew The mem'ry of their former lives O'er flowing cans of flip renew , And drink their sweethearts and their wives , I'll heave a sigh , and think on thee ; And as the ship rolls through the sea , The burden of my song shall be- Blow ...
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... crew ; The pledge he swore to bring safe home Streams in his hat - ' tis honest Tom ! " What now remains were easy told : Tom comes , his pockets lined with gold ; Now rich enough no more to roam , To serve his king he stays at home ...
... crew ; The pledge he swore to bring safe home Streams in his hat - ' tis honest Tom ! " What now remains were easy told : Tom comes , his pockets lined with gold ; Now rich enough no more to roam , To serve his king he stays at home ...
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... crew commanded , Once more to view their native land , Among the rest , brought Jack some tidings , Would it had been his love's fair hand ! Oh , fate ! her death defaced the letter ; Instant his pulse forgot to move ; With quiv'ring ...
... crew commanded , Once more to view their native land , Among the rest , brought Jack some tidings , Would it had been his love's fair hand ! Oh , fate ! her death defaced the letter ; Instant his pulse forgot to move ; With quiv'ring ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aloft anchor Arethusa ashore BARRY CORNWALL battle Bay of Biscay Ben Bolt billows Billy Moore boatswain bold boys brave breeze Britannia British Britons call'd charms cheer crew cried d'ye damme dance danger dear death deck deep dreadful drink Dublin Bay duty e'er England eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fight foam Fortune's gale gallant girl glory grog guns hand hark Hearts of oak heave honest honour I've sounded Jack Jack's alive JOHN BRAHAM jolly king lads land landsmen life's lubbers messmates Nancy Naval Chronicle ne'er never night o'er ocean Poll poor RATLIN reef roar round sail sail'd sailor seamen ship shore sigh sing sleep smile song soon steady steer storm stormy winds sweet tars tear Temeraire tempest thee there's thou thunder true Twas vessel wave whistle WHITE SQUALL wife winds do blow
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Página 285 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Página 181 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold, determined hand ; And the prince of all the land Led them on.
Página 267 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Página 47 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.
Página 218 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 281 - On beds of green sea-flower thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made, And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye — O, sailor boy ! sailor boy ! peace to thy soul ! 69.
Página 262 - TO ALL YOU LADIES NOW AT LAND. By the EARL OF DORSET, in 1665, written at sea during the first Dutch war, the night previous to an engagement, JJO all you ladies now at land, We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write; The Muses now and Neptune too We must implore to write to you.
Página 182 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Página 187 - tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year, To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Página 205 - And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands. " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native land— Good...