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While oʻer the wild waves? beating
we for wives or children mour:
Alas! from hence there‘s no retreating
alas! to them there’s no return!
Still the leak is gaining on us,
both chain-pumps are choak‘d below.
Heaven have mercy here upon us,
for only that can ſave us now!
On the lee-beam is the land boys,
let the guns o‘er board be thrown;
To the pump come every hand boys,
ſee,our mizen-maſt is gone.
The leak we‘ve found it cannot pour faſt,
we‘ve lightned her a foot or more;
Up and rig a jury fore-maſt;
ſhe rights, ſhe rights boys wear off ſhore.
Now once more on joys wer‘e thinking,
ſince kind fortune‘s fav‘d our lives;
Come, the can boys let‘s be drinking,
to our ſweethearts and our wives:
Fill it up—about ſhip wheel-it,
cloſe to the lips the brimmer join;
Where‘s the tempeſt now? who feels it?
none—our danger‘s drown‘d in wine.
F I N I S.
