Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

--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.

Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it
that the winds, slipping the read more

Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it
that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause
any waves?

O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.

O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and read more

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and rustling sails,
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 in the lee.

Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.

Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.

For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

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.

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.