Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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JACK JIBB. |
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JACK JIBB.
Jack Jibb went aloft to the topsail-yard,
To view the wide horizon;
And, while fancy did roam
With his Nancy at home,
He the blue hills of Wales cast his eyes on.
Oh how his manly bosom glow'd,
As in fancy she's clasped in his arms,
And the warm tear of joy
Glitter'd clear in his eye,
When he thought on his true love's charms,—
When he thought on his true love's charms,
When he thought on his true love's charms;
And the warm tear of joy
Glitter'd clear in his eye,
When he thought on his true love's charms.
To view the wide horizon;
And, while fancy did roam
With his Nancy at home,
He the blue hills of Wales cast his eyes on.
Oh how his manly bosom glow'd,
As in fancy she's clasped in his arms,
And the warm tear of joy
Glitter'd clear in his eye,
When he thought on his true love's charms,—
When he thought on his true love's charms,
When he thought on his true love's charms;
And the warm tear of joy
Glitter'd clear in his eye,
When he thought on his true love's charms.
When roaming afar on the desert deep,
In quest of India's treasure,
Still his thoughts, night and day,
With his Welsh maid did stray;
Her sweet smile was his life's dearest pleasure.
Now, as he nears his native shore,
Safe return'd from the ocean's alarms,
All the dangers of the deep
In oblivion now sleep,
When he views again his true love's charms,—
When he, &c.
When he, &c.
All the dangers of the deep
In oblivion now sleep,
When he views again his true love's charms.
In quest of India's treasure,
Still his thoughts, night and day,
With his Welsh maid did stray;
Her sweet smile was his life's dearest pleasure.
Now, as he nears his native shore,
Safe return'd from the ocean's alarms,
All the dangers of the deep
In oblivion now sleep,
When he views again his true love's charms,—
When he, &c.
When he, &c.
All the dangers of the deep
In oblivion now sleep,
When he views again his true love's charms.
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Let raging tornadoes mix sea and sky,
Jack, now safe moor'd from danger,
Has furl'd all his sails,
By his pole-star of Wales,
O'er the ocean no longer a ranger.
The blithe bland smile of his faithful fair
His true bosom with ecstacy warms;
He quaffs his can of wine
Off, in bumpers divine,
Never more to leave his true love's charms,—
Never more, &c.
Never more, &c.
He quaffs his can of wine,
Off, in bumpers divine,
Never more to leave his true love's charms.
Jack, now safe moor'd from danger,
Has furl'd all his sails,
By his pole-star of Wales,
O'er the ocean no longer a ranger.
The blithe bland smile of his faithful fair
His true bosom with ecstacy warms;
He quaffs his can of wine
Off, in bumpers divine,
Never more to leave his true love's charms,—
Never more, &c.
Never more, &c.
He quaffs his can of wine,
Off, in bumpers divine,
Never more to leave his true love's charms.
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