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THE BRITISH TAR.
Come all you thoughtless young men,
and a warning take by me,
And never leave your native homes
to ploug'd the raging sea;
For I have ploug’d the raging sea,
these twenty years and more,
But now I'm turned adrift
to starve on my native shore.
When war first assailed us,
I quickly left my trade,
My country was in danger,
I flew to lend my aid,
And in my country’s service,
lang, lang fatigues I bore.
But now I am turn’d adrift,
to starve on ray native shore.
By storms and raging tempests,
three times I have shipwreck’d been,
And many a blood battle
upon the seas I've seen;;
