Sea Songs and BalladsBell and Daldy, 1863 - 328 páginas |
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... took out double handfuls of shiners , And scornfully bid her good bye ; " Twould have done your heart good , had you then seen her fine airs , How she'd leer , and she'd sob , and she'd sigh . But I stood well the broadside ; while ...
... took out double handfuls of shiners , And scornfully bid her good bye ; " Twould have done your heart good , had you then seen her fine airs , How she'd leer , and she'd sob , and she'd sigh . But I stood well the broadside ; while ...
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... took a spell ; If I'm a Lobster , master Crab , By the information on your nab , In some scrimmage or other , why they crack'd shell : And then , why , how you hobbling go On jury - mast , your timber toe , your A nice one to find fault ...
... took a spell ; If I'm a Lobster , master Crab , By the information on your nab , In some scrimmage or other , why they crack'd shell : And then , why , how you hobbling go On jury - mast , your timber toe , your A nice one to find fault ...
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... took on to grieve , It wrung my very heart . But when on board They gave the word To foreign parts to go , I rued the moment I was born , That ever I should thus be torn my Poll and my Partner Joe . From C I did my duty manfully While ...
... took on to grieve , It wrung my very heart . But when on board They gave the word To foreign parts to go , I rued the moment I was born , That ever I should thus be torn my Poll and my Partner Joe . From C I did my duty manfully While ...
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... took a long spell , All springing and bounding so neat , And spessiously curious one Madamaselle , ― Oh , she daintily handled her feet . But she hopp'd , and she sprawl'd , and she spun round so queer , ' Twas , you see , rather oddish ...
... took a long spell , All springing and bounding so neat , And spessiously curious one Madamaselle , ― Oh , she daintily handled her feet . But she hopp'd , and she sprawl'd , and she spun round so queer , ' Twas , you see , rather oddish ...
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... with curses . " They took , " cried she , my very bed ; 66 The sticks they seized , and sold in pieces ; So to get a bit of honest bread , I cries , Who'll buy my water - cresses ? " " Still art thou rich , my girl , ”. 34 SEA SONGS .
... with curses . " They took , " cried she , my very bed ; 66 The sticks they seized , and sold in pieces ; So to get a bit of honest bread , I cries , Who'll buy my water - cresses ? " " Still art thou rich , my girl , ”. 34 SEA SONGS .
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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...