Songs, Naval and National: Of the Late Charles Dibdin; with a Memoir and AddendaJohn Murray, 1841 - 336 strán (strany) |
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... sails of sailors aback , There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft , To keep watch for the life of poor Jack . I said to our Poll , for d'ye see she would cry , When last we weigh'd anchor for sea , What argufies sniv'ling and ...
... sails of sailors aback , There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft , To keep watch for the life of poor Jack . I said to our Poll , for d'ye see she would cry , When last we weigh'd anchor for sea , What argufies sniv'ling and ...
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... sails , belays the sheets , And drinks his can of grog . When mountains high the waves that swell The vessel rudely bear , Now sinking in a hollow dell , Now quiv'ring in the air , Bold Jack , & c . When waves ' gainst rocks and ...
... sails , belays the sheets , And drinks his can of grog . When mountains high the waves that swell The vessel rudely bear , Now sinking in a hollow dell , Now quiv'ring in the air , Bold Jack , & c . When waves ' gainst rocks and ...
Strana 9
... sails unbending , The ship in harbour safe arrived , Jack Oakum , all his perils ending , Had made the port where Kitty lived . His rigging , no one dare attack it ; Tight fore and aft , above , below ; Long - quarter'd shoes , check ...
... sails unbending , The ship in harbour safe arrived , Jack Oakum , all his perils ending , Had made the port where Kitty lived . His rigging , no one dare attack it ; Tight fore and aft , above , below ; Long - quarter'd shoes , check ...
Strana 12
... SAIL'D in the good ship the Kitty , With a smart blowing gale and rough sea ; Left my Polly , the lads call so pretty , Safe here at an anchor - Yo , Yea ! She blubber'd salt tears when we parted , And cried , " Now be constant to me ...
... SAIL'D in the good ship the Kitty , With a smart blowing gale and rough sea ; Left my Polly , the lads call so pretty , Safe here at an anchor - Yo , Yea ! She blubber'd salt tears when we parted , And cried , " Now be constant to me ...
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... sail : But I knew well enough how , with words sweet as honey , They trick us poor tars of our gold , And when the sly gipsies have finger'd the money , The bag they poor Jack give to hold . So I chased her , d'ye see , my lads , under ...
... sail : But I knew well enough how , with words sweet as honey , They trick us poor tars of our gold , And when the sly gipsies have finger'd the money , The bag they poor Jack give to hold . So I chased her , d'ye see , my lads , under ...
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Albemarle Street aloft anchor Arethusa ashore beauty billows blow boatswain bold boys brave British Britons call'd Captain CHARLES DIBDIN cheer Commodore constant wife crew cried d'ye damme danger dear death deck delight Dick dreadful drink drum duty e'er England ev'ry fair false friend fame fancy fate fear fife fight Fortune's gale gallant girls glory grave grog hand Hark heart Heart of oak heave heaven honest honour I've sounded jolly king lads land life's live Margate messmate Michael Arne Nancy ne'er Neptune never o'er ocean Poll poor Jack pretty pull roar round sail sail'd sailor ship shore sigh sing smiling soldier song soon soul sound Spanish Armada steer storm sweet swigg'd swore tack tars tear thee there's thou thunder Tol de rol true Twas Wapping waves whistling wife wind wwwm
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Strana 333 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Strana 1 - ... our good chaplain palaver one day About souls, heaven, mercy, and such; And; my timbers! what lingo he'd coil and belay; Why, 'twas just all as one as High Dutch; For he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see, Without orders that come down below; And...
Strana 287 - I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his Dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Strana 286 - So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest : — The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
Strana 288 - Now the dreadful thunder's roaring, Peal on peal contending clash, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes blue lightnings flash. One wide water all around us, All above us one black sky...
Strana 286 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. " Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind : They'll tell thee, sailors when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
Strana 333 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak.
Strana 287 - CEASE, rude Boreas, blustering railer ! List, ye landsmen all, to me ; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea...
Strana 165 - twas Saturday night : Some sweetheart or wife that he loved as his life Each drank, while he wish'd he could hail her ; But the standing toast that pleased the most Was — The wind that blows, the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor...
Strana 41 - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broached him to. His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.