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Thus, I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.
Ye gentlemen of England
That live at home at ease,
Ah! little do you think upon
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Ye gentlemen of England
That live at home at ease,
Ah! little do you think upon
The dangers of the seas.
There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
And as great seamen, using all their wealth
And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,
In tall read more
And as great seamen, using all their wealth
And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,
In tall ships richly built and ribbed with brass,
To put a girdle round about the world.
--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at read more
--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all
The shipping there.
--But how is't done?
--I'll show you, sir.
It is automa, runs under water
With a snug nose, and has a nimble tail
Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles
Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight.
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look read more
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look to the helm, good master--many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to read more
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to lay it.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.