The Singers' companion, a choice selection of fashionable songs/The moon on the ocean

THE MOON ON THE OCEAN.

The moon on the oeean was dimmed by a ripple,
Affording a chequered light,
The gay jolly tars passed the word for the tipple
And the toast, for 'twas Saturday night.
Some sweetheart or wife,
He loved as his life,
Each drank, and wished he could hail her;
But the standing toast to
That pleased the most,
Was, "The wind that blows, the ship that goes,
And the lass that loves a sailor."

Some drank the King, some his brave ships,
And some the constitution;
Some, may the French, and all such rips,
Yield to British resolution;
That fate might bless
Some Poll or Bess,
And that they soon might hail her;
But the standing, &c.

Some drank the Prince, and some our land,
This glorious land of freedom;
Some that our tars may never want
Heroes brave to lead 'em;
That she who's in
Distress may find
Such friends who ne'er will fail her;
But the standing, &c.