| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| How blest the life a sailor leads |
3 |
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| Ye sons of France! awake to glory |
4-6 |
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| Mountain Goddess! unconfin'd |
6 |
3 |
| Say will you leave your lowland haunts |
7 |
3 |
| While plots work revolutions |
7-8 |
3 |
| My fair Serena oft has seen |
8-9 |
3 |
| Soldier I am for a lady, A |
9 |
3 |
| In choice of a husband us widows are nice [sic] |
10 |
3 |
| All you that are wise, and think life worth enjoying |
10-11 |
4 |
| Ye lads and ye lasses so boxom and clever |
11-12 |
3 |
| What a charming thing's a battle |
12-13 |
3 |
| I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty |
13-14 |
4 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town |
14-16 |
6 |
| In Jacky Bull, when bound for France |
16-17 |
2 |
| Strephon with his Flora lying |
17-18 |
7 |
| Lord! what care I for man or dad |
18-19 |
5 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
19-20 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around |
20-21 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see |
21-22 |
4 |
| When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now write |
23 |
3 |
| When up the shrouds the sailor goes |
24 |
3 |
| When I was a younker, and liv'd with my dad |
24-25 |
3 |
| After breakfast, says Nancy, well what shall we do? |
26 |
7 |
| Gad a mercy, devil's in me |
27-28 |
2 |
| I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy |
28-29 |
5 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The |
29-30 |
2 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
30 |
3 |
| O think on my fate---once I freedom enjoy'd |
31 |
3 |
| How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
31-32 |
3 |
| When whistling winds are heard to blow |
32-33 |
3 |
| When first I slipp'd my leading strings |
33-34 |
4 |
| When first this humble roof I knew |
34-35 |
2 |
| In the world's crooked path, where I've been |
35 |
3 |
| Oh, fear not my courage, prov'd over and over |
35-36 |
4 |
| Sable-clad curtain's undrawn, The |
36-37 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly |
37-38 |
3 |
| Night scarce her mantle had withdrew |
38 |
3 |
| Come my fairest, learn of me |
39 |
|
| Sons of Bacchus let's be gay |
39 |
|
| Whilst on thy dear bosom lying |
40 |
|
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile |
41 |
5 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky |
42 |
3 |
| Declare, my pretty maid |
42-43 |
5 |
| As thro the grove I chanc'd to stray |
43-44 |
5 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The |
44-45 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
45-47 |
4 |
| Bold Jack, the sailor, here I come |
47-48 |
5 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl |
48-49 |
4 |
| With a pipe of Virginia, how happy am I |
50 |
3 |
| In Martindale a village gay |
50-51 |
3 |
| When my money was all gone that I gained in the wars |
51-52 |
6 |
| I was press'd while a roving so happy |
52-53 |
5 |
| At cards last year, I with my dear |
54-55 |
6 |
| As t' other day young Damon stray'd |
55-56 |
4 |
| Sea-worn tar, who in the war, The |
56-57 |
3 |
| When I've money I am merry |
57-58 |
3 |
| Tho' I'm a very little lad |
58-59 |
3 |
| For England, when with fav'ring gale |
59-60 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly |
60-62 |
4 |
| Would you to battle march away |
62-63 |
4 |
| Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze |
63-64 |
4 |
| When first we hear the boatswain's bray |
64-65 |
4 |
| Fill high the animating glass |
65-66 |
3 |
| From night till more I take my glass [sic] |
66 |
2 |