Sea Songs and BalladsBell and Daldy, 1863 - 328 páginas |
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... glory Was only just told about that . With a will - ho , & c . Our Chaplain's both holy and godly , And sets us for heaven agog ; Yet to my mind he looks rather oddly , When he's swearing and drinking of grog : When he took on his knee ...
... glory Was only just told about that . With a will - ho , & c . Our Chaplain's both holy and godly , And sets us for heaven agog ; Yet to my mind he looks rather oddly , When he's swearing and drinking of grog : When he took on his knee ...
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... glory can share , Than your lubbers in chasing the fox or the hare . ? THE SAILOR'S WILL . HE network stow'd with hammocks all , To arms had beat the drum , To quarters piped the boatswain's call , The threat'ning danger come ; The ...
... glory can share , Than your lubbers in chasing the fox or the hare . ? THE SAILOR'S WILL . HE network stow'd with hammocks all , To arms had beat the drum , To quarters piped the boatswain's call , The threat'ning danger come ; The ...
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... Glory , and , further in shore , Fame and Liberty making Gravesend . " And see where the river in branches divides , Cut in two all the same as a fork ; How proudly the Commerce with Industry rides- Then the Blarney - oh ! she's bound ...
... Glory , and , further in shore , Fame and Liberty making Gravesend . " And see where the river in branches divides , Cut in two all the same as a fork ; How proudly the Commerce with Industry rides- Then the Blarney - oh ! she's bound ...
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... glory handed down to fame ! Then sing our tars , who boldly roam Our glory to insure ; And sing our soldiers , who at home That glory well secure ; And sing our peasants , at a word Who , SEA SONGS . 137 Britannia's Name.
... glory handed down to fame ! Then sing our tars , who boldly roam Our glory to insure ; And sing our soldiers , who at home That glory well secure ; And sing our peasants , at a word Who , SEA SONGS . 137 Britannia's Name.
Página 138
... glory hands it down to fame ! A DOSE FOR THE DONS . EARLY as the stream that guides its vital motion , Be cherish'd by each grateful British heart , The great event that gave the lordly ocean To English tars fresh laurels to impart ...
... glory hands it down to fame ! A DOSE FOR THE DONS . EARLY as the stream that guides its vital motion , Be cherish'd by each grateful British heart , The great event that gave the lordly ocean To English tars fresh laurels to impart ...
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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
Passagens conhecidas
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...