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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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THEIR HEARTS ARE WITH US, BOYS.

Their hearts are with us, boys; their hearts, boys, are here,
Ours, ours are their day-thoughts, their night-dreams so dear;
Wherever our good ship the wild gales may blow,
Their hearts are with us, boys, wherever we go.

Their last looks we treasure, their last laughs and tears,
The last sobs and whispers we heard from our dears;
Half a world from our darlings, we're tossing we know,
But their hearts are with us, boys, wherever we go.

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Some may sing that the sea, than the land, they love more,
But we that toss on it, we long for the shore;
Whistle, lads, for a good gale our ship swift to blow
To the dear hearts that track us wherever we go.

They say, of us sailors, that hard is our lot;
We rough it, but, home-bound, all that is forgot;
We speed to a welcome no landsmen can know
From hearts that are with us wherever we go.