A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer (3rd ed.)/Jack Anchor
Jack Anchor.
[Published by the permission of John Shepherd, Esq., 98, Newgate Street, London, to whom the copyright belongs, and where the Music may be had.]
Jack Anchor was leaving to plough the salt wave,
Not a soul 'mong his messmates more gallant, or brave,
As he stepp'd in the boat as they pull'd from the shore,
To go where guns rattle, and loud cannons roar.
He went with a smile, not a tear dimmed his eye,
Though his poll and his little ones where standing close by.
"For my Queen," said bold Jack, "I will peril my life,
For I know they'll take care of my children and wife."
Once more to his friends upon shore wav'd his hand,
And departed to fight for his dear native land;
The vessel he sail'd in has vanish'd from sight,
He is gone in the cause of the injured to fight;
And 'tis ours, while he 's absent in danger^s career.
To help and to comfort those Jack holds so dear;
So from highest to lowest, let each gen'rous heart
In this good work before us take kindly a part.
Then up and be doing, the dark hour is come,
Our warriors are summon'd by trumpet and drum.
And while soldiers and sailors for us risk their lives,
Be it ours to take care of their children and wives.