The Poetical Works of James Thomson The City of Dreadful Night: By James Thomson ("B. V."): Edited by Bertram Dobell: With a Memoir of the Author: In two volumes |
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A CAPSTAN CHORUS |
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A CAPSTAN CHORUS
Rolling along, bowling along,
Over the seas we go;
And we heave up our anchor singing our song,
With a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Over the seas we go;
And we heave up our anchor singing our song,
With a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
The wind and the waves they will beat us about,
And the rocks lie a-waiting below;
But our yards they are trim and our timbers are stout;
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
And the rocks lie a-waiting below;
But our yards they are trim and our timbers are stout;
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Monstrous and terrible growls the old sea
When storms make his white rage grow;
Grim death lurks then in his heart for we;
But Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
When storms make his white rage grow;
Grim death lurks then in his heart for we;
But Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
430
For well are we nursed on his broad boon breast
When his rage shall overblow,
Fed full of the free bold life which is best;
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
When his rage shall overblow,
Fed full of the free bold life which is best;
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
How he swings him along 'neath his ocean of air
In his great heart's careless flow!
How we win his love when his wrath we dare!
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
In his great heart's careless flow!
How we win his love when his wrath we dare!
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Rolling along, bowling along,
Over the seas we go;
And we heave up our anchor singing our song,
With a yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Over the seas we go;
And we heave up our anchor singing our song,
With a yeo, cheery men, yeo!
Yeo, cheery men, yeo!
1857.
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