Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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TOM TACK. |
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TOM TACK.
Tom Tack was the shipmate for duty,
Till fortune she gave him a twitch;
For Tom fell in love with a beauty;
He'd better have fall'n in a ditch:
With his fair he could get no promotion,
So Tom, like a desperate dog,
He drown'd all his cares in the ocean—
But then 'twas the ocean of grog.
Till fortune she gave him a twitch;
For Tom fell in love with a beauty;
He'd better have fall'n in a ditch:
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So Tom, like a desperate dog,
He drown'd all his cares in the ocean—
But then 'twas the ocean of grog.
True love, when it's slighted, will canker,
So Tom, when the bo'swa'n wa'n't by,
Minded less about heaving the anchor
Than he did about heaving a sigh.
Then, for the last time to be jolly,
He invited each soul in the ship;
With a shot then he finish'd his folly,
But 'twas the shot paid for the flip.
So Tom, when the bo'swa'n wa'n't by,
Minded less about heaving the anchor
Than he did about heaving a sigh.
Then, for the last time to be jolly,
He invited each soul in the ship;
With a shot then he finish'd his folly,
But 'twas the shot paid for the flip.
In folly thus faster and faster,
Tom went on, in search of relief;
Till one day a shocking disaster,
Without a joke finish'd his grief:
If his fair one's heart he cou'dn't mellow,
He'd hang himself, often he said;
So his neck in a noose put, poor fellow!—
In plain English, one day he got wed.
Tom went on, in search of relief;
Till one day a shocking disaster,
Without a joke finish'd his grief:
If his fair one's heart he cou'dn't mellow,
He'd hang himself, often he said;
So his neck in a noose put, poor fellow!—
In plain English, one day he got wed.
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