Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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BEN BOWSPRIT OF WAPPING.
Ben Bowsprit I am, and a true bonny boy,
Pull away! pull away! so funny;
And was always the first to pipe hands a hoy,
When the signal was out to be sunny;
I can weather all seas like a good jolly dog,
With the best he that ever went hopping;
But the ocean for me is the ocean of grog,
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think of Ben Bowsprit of Wapping?
Pull away! pull away! so funny;
And was always the first to pipe hands a hoy,
When the signal was out to be sunny;
I can weather all seas like a good jolly dog,
With the best he that ever went hopping;
But the ocean for me is the ocean of grog,
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think of Ben Bowsprit of Wapping?
My grandfather bulg'd with a freighting of flip,
Pull away! pull away! so frisky;
Old Davy contriv'd my dad's cable to slip,
One day when o'er laden with whiskey;
My wife's christian name it was Brandy-fac'd Nan,
The native to Nick sent her hopping;
So the family cause I'll support while I can;
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think, &c.
Pull away! pull away! so frisky;
Old Davy contriv'd my dad's cable to slip,
One day when o'er laden with whiskey;
My wife's christian name it was Brandy-fac'd Nan,
The native to Nick sent her hopping;
So the family cause I'll support while I can;
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think, &c.
Avast! don't suppose I have launch'd out a lie,
Pull away! pull away! so groggy;
Don't you see in the service I've bung'd up one eye,
And t'other, I own's rather foggy?
Then to stand on I've scarcely a leg left, d'ye mind,
And should death t'other day-light be stopping;
The worst you can say is, I've drunk till I'm blind,
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think, &c.
Pull away! pull away! so groggy;
Don't you see in the service I've bung'd up one eye,
And t'other, I own's rather foggy?
Then to stand on I've scarcely a leg left, d'ye mind,
And should death t'other day-light be stopping;
The worst you can say is, I've drunk till I'm blind,
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think, &c.
While one leg I've left, I'll stand to my gun,
Pull away! pull away! beauty!
One's enough for to stand on, and as for to run,
Why, that's not set down in our duty;
For England's good King, and our dear native shore,
Should the foe in our channel be chopping;
I'll shew 'em, d'ye see, what l've shewn 'em before,
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think of Ben Bowsprit of Wapping?
Pull away! pull away! beauty!
One's enough for to stand on, and as for to run,
Why, that's not set down in our duty;
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Should the foe in our channel be chopping;
I'll shew 'em, d'ye see, what l've shewn 'em before,
Pull away! pull away! Pull! I say.
What d'ye think of Ben Bowsprit of Wapping?
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