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An Orange Tawny up the Straits,
a black at St Lucie;
Thus whatsoever course we bend,
we lead a jovial life
At every mess we find a friend
at every port a wife.
a black at St Lucie;
Thus whatsoever course we bend,
we lead a jovial life
At every mess we find a friend
at every port a wife.
Will Gaffe by Death was ta’en aback,
I came to bring the news.
Poll whimper’d sore, but what did Jack?
why stood in William’s shoes.
She cut, I chas‘d and in the end,
she lov’d me as her life,
So she has got a loving friend,
and I a loving wife.
I came to bring the news.
Poll whimper’d sore, but what did Jack?
why stood in William’s shoes.
She cut, I chas‘d and in the end,
she lov’d me as her life,
So she has got a loving friend,
and I a loving wife.
Come all you Sailors that do go,
the unfortunate seas to run,
You must work, love and fight your foes,
and drink your generous bub:
Storms that our masts in splinters tear,
can make our joyous life,
In every want we find a friend,
and every port a wife.
the unfortunate seas to run,
You must work, love and fight your foes,
and drink your generous bub:
Storms that our masts in splinters tear,
can make our joyous life,
In every want we find a friend,
and every port a wife.
THE BEDS OF ROSES.
As I was a walking one morning in May,
The small birds were singing delightful and gay,
There with my true love did often sport and play,
Down among the bonny Beds of Roses.
The small birds were singing delightful and gay,
There with my true love did often sport and play,
Down among the bonny Beds of Roses.