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Sea Songs

By W. C. Bennett

Bennett, W. C. (1820-1895)

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WITH A ONE, TWO, THREE.

WHAT LUBBERS THEY'RE ON SHORE.

IT'S IN US, THAT'S ALL.

GIVE HER A GALE AND SHE'LL GO.

STRIKE AND STRIKE HARD.

MY HEART IS NORTH WITH YOU.

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A SMOKE.

FROM CAPE HORN.

OLD GROG.

THE SAILOR'S DREAM.

ARE WE CHANGED FROM WHAT WE WERE?

TAKE ME, LASS, FOR LIFE.

SO I GO, MY LADS, FOR PLUCK.

A KISS TO TAKE TO SEA.

LOVE PEACE, BUT FOR WAR BE READY.

THE LETTER EDGED WITH BLACK.

FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.

OUR FINE OLD COMMODORE.

SIR EDWARD PELLEW AT PLYMOUTH.

A WHALER'S SONG.

IT'S ABSENCE MAKES US FONDEST.

SALT JUNK.

THE LAND, BOYS, THE LAND.

TO THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS.

WERE I THAT GULL.

YO, HEAVE HO.

WHEN FIRST I WENT A WHALING.

THE OLD STUFF IS HERE IN US STILL.

'TIS TRUE THAT OUR LOT IS BUT ROUGH.

SAYS NANCY TO ME WHEN I PARTED.

OH, I CARE NOT FOR THE NORTH WIND.

THEIR HEARTS ARE WITH US, BOYS.

SAILING HOME.

WE WOULD NOT THINK OF YOU IN TEARS.

TIGHT AND SAUCY.

HOW WE SAVED THEM.

ROBERT BLAKE.

MARRYAT IN “THE IMPÉRIEUSE.”

TO THE NORTH SEA.

THE DEAR ONES WE'VE LEFT AT HOME.

YOU LANDSMEN MAY HAVE PLENTY.

SHE'S SWEETER TO ME THAN THE BEST OF THEM ALL.

HE'S ALL RIGHT IN WHOSE POCKET THERE'S ALWAYS SOME CHINK.

WHY DON'T THEY COME TO SEA?

MAY ALL GO WITH THE TIDE.

TO THE PACIFIC.

HERE'S TO VAN TROMP AND DE RUYTER

THE TOGS, THEY DO NOT MAKE THE SAILOR.

THE SWALLOWS.

THE MOON DROVE THROUGH THE SCUD ON HIGH.

NAY, NEVER CRY, LASS.

OFF TO SEA.

O WINDS, TELL ME WHERE DOES MY SAILOR SAIL THE SEA.

THAT'S OUR WAY.

THE WIFE'S WATCH.

THE WINDS, INCONSTANT EVER.

THE WRECKED.

HOME-BOUND.

THE CHASE.

THE BURSTING OF THE BOOM.

A SONG FROM THE SEA-PORTS.

AT CLOVELLY.

MY OLD FISHING-BOAT.

'TIS THE FREE THAT RULE THE SEA.

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A KISS TO TAKE TO SEA.

Give me a laughing, parting kiss,
That I afar may be
Blest in the thought you gave me this,
To cheer me, lass, at sea.

To tropic calms, I'll take this kiss;
In storms, my thought 'twill be;
My dreams shall still be sweet with this,
This kiss I take to sea.

Smile—smile; your Ned, will you much miss?
You'll sometimes think of me?
And when shall I not feel this kiss,
This kiss I take to sea?