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JACK TAR's SONG.
Come bustle, bustle, drink about,
And let us merry be,
Our can is full, we'll pump it out,
And then all hands to sea.
And a sailing we will go.
And let us merry be,
Our can is full, we'll pump it out,
And then all hands to sea.
And a sailing we will go.
Fine Miss at dancing-school is taught,
The minuet to tread,
But we go better when we've brought
The fore tack to cat head.
The minuet to tread,
But we go better when we've brought
The fore tack to cat head.
The jockey's call'd to horse, to horse,
And swiftly rides the race,
But swifter far we shape our course
When we are giving chace.
And swiftly rides the race,
But swifter far we shape our course
When we are giving chace.
When horns and shouts the forest rend,
His pack the huntsman cheers,
As loud we hollow when we send
A broadside to Mounseers.
His pack the huntsman cheers,
As loud we hollow when we send
A broadside to Mounseers.
The what's-their-names, at uproars squal,
With music fine and soft,
But better sounds our boatswain's call,
All hands, all hands aloft!
With music fine and soft,
But better sounds our boatswain's call,
All hands, all hands aloft!
With gold and silver streamers fine
The ladies rigging shew,
But English ships more grander shine,
When prizes home we tow.
The ladies rigging shew,
But English ships more grander shine,
When prizes home we tow.
What's got at sea we spend on shore,
With sweethearts, or our wives,
And then, my boys, hoist sail for more,—
Thus passes sailors lives.
And a sailing we will go.
With sweethearts, or our wives,
And then, my boys, hoist sail for more,—
Thus passes sailors lives.
And a sailing we will go.
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