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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.

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.

READY—ALWAYS READY.

THE APPARITION.

WALKING THE WATCH.

SIR EDWARD PELLEW AT PLYMOUTH.

A WHALER'S SONG.

IT'S ABSENCE MAKES US FONDEST.

THE LAND, BOYS, THE LAND.

TO THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS.

WERE I THAT GULL.

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.

WE WOULD NOT THINK OF YOU IN TEARS.

TIGHT AND SAUCY.

HOW WE SAVED THEM.

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 MOON DROVE THROUGH THE SCUD ON HIGH.

NAY, NEVER CRY, LASS.

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

THAT'S OUR WAY.

THAT'S OUR WAY.

THE WIFE'S WATCH.

THE WINDS, INCONSTANT EVER.

THE BURSTING OF THE BOOM.

A SONG FROM THE SEA-PORTS.

MY OLD FISHING-BOAT.

'TIS THE FREE THAT RULE THE SEA.

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WALKING THE WATCH.

While the dark cold watch I'm keeping,
Far on the sea,
While I'm steering—while I'm sleeping,
Far on the sea,
Still of you I'm always thinking,
Still to you my glass I'm drinking,
Still to you my hopes I'm linking,
Far on the sea.

Hard's the toil and small's the leisure,
Far on the sea;
Great's the danger—poor's the pleasure,
Far on the sea;
But, all thought of hardship spurning,
Cash for you I'm gaily earning,
Blest to think I'm soon returning
Home, Kate, from sea.

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Ah! but, lass, my life were weary,
Far on the sea,
Work and leisure both were dreary,
Far on the sea;
If no hope this heart were cheering
That each day the hour I'm nearing
When I'll kiss that smile endearing,
Safe home from sea.