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Trims all the ſails, belays the ſheets,
and drinks his cann of grog. Bold Jack,etc.
If to engage they give the word,
to quarters he'll repair.
Now ſinking in the diſmal flood,
now quivering in the air:
Bold Jack with ſmiles each danger meets,
weighs anchor, heaves the log,
Trims all his ſails, belays the ſheets,
and drinks his cann of grog. Bold Jack, etc.
When waves 'gainſt rocks & quick ſands roar,
you ne'er bear him repine.
Though he's on Greenland's icy ſhore,
or burning on the line:
Bold Jack with ſmiles each danger meets,
weighs anchor, heaves the log,
Trims all the ſails, belays the ſheets.
and drinks his cann of grog. Bold jack,etc.
TYBURN TREE.
SINCE laws were made for ev'ry degree,
To curb vice in others, as well as me,
I wonder we han't better company
Upon Tyburn Tree!
But gold from Law can take out the Sting,
And if rich men like us were to ſwing,
'Twould thin the land, ſuch numbers to ſtring
Upon Tyburn Tree.
Glaſgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1802.
