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How far is a collectioii of Sea Songs a moDoment to 
the memory of poets and musicians who haye en- 
deayouied to represent the taste and spirit of sea-faring 
folk, or a record of compositions commonly sung by 
sailors to audiences of their brethren ? This question 
is nearly sure to meet every one whose experience goes 
back to the time when seamen tried to relieve the 
monotony of a long voyage and entertain their ship- 
mates by singing — to tunes never made the subject of 
musical notation — songs never reduced to writing. 
Most of these have disappeared beyond hope of 
recovery. A few have been preserved, but have been 
so altered in the process of preservation that they only 
faintly resemble the originals. The Introduction to 
this litde volume is surely a proper place in which to 
remind or for the first time inform landsmen that, till 
a date within living memory, British sailors had a set 
of folk-songs of their own; composed and sung by 
their own minstrels; and almost, perhaps quite, un- 
known to their fellow countrymen on shore. We 
should have to go back to a remote period in order to ^ 

reach the days in which these songs were th& only ones 
a a iU 


that sailors cared to listen to or to ^ng. Though they 
haye now been completely supplanted by the com- 
positions of regular song-writers and musicians, the 
process of supplanting them has been slow in operation. 
In its gradual extension we may trace the history of 
the lessening isolation of seamen as a class, of their 
increasing association with the rest of their fellow men. 
The old and true sea songs were peculiar in con- 
struction and in melody. Occasionally there was real 
poetry in them, but it was poetry of the thought or 
idea, not of thef phraseology. The versification was 
simple ; there was much latitude as to rhymes and as 
to metre; and most of the airs might have seemed 
monotonous to ears accustomed to more highly developed 
music. These airs sometimes lent themselves to the 
expression of gende melancholy, and the nunstrels who 
managed, as many of them did manage, to infuse into 
their performance a slight element of sadness could 
always hold the attention of an audience. There was 
something moving m the contrast between the perfect 
silence with which a crowd of men closely packed in 
a small space listened to each stanza and the volume of 
sound put forth by earnest vmces in the chorus. In the 
Royal Navy the term sea song was unknown. What 
landsmen would have so designated, blue-jackets called 
^ Fore-bitters *. The stage or rostrum on which the 
singer took his place was the fore-bitts — a stout con- 
struction of timber near the fore-mast through which: 


^ 1 
many of the principal ropes were led. This raised hini 

some three feet above his audience, who squatted on the 
deck, on coils of rope, or on the trucks and brackets | 
of neighbouring gun-carriages. In the Fore-bitter the ] 
^ger had no accompaniment. He trusted to his voice 
alone. The songs were almost always of great length;; 
and any ^ure of memory on the part of the singer was \ 
practically unknown. As they were not written down! 
they could have been learned only by listening to them \ 
often and attentively. '"^ 

The sentiment was invariably unexceptionable. No 
one could pomt to a single song of the kind m which 
there was the^smallest taint of lubricity. They usually 
had some sort of lesson in them, something that might 
be called a moral. The merits of the brave, the loving; 
the loyal sailor were, not too noisily, held up for ad^ 
miration and imitation^ neither of which was to fail 
because courage, and affection, and loyalty had not 
always sufficed to preserve the hero and bring him 
back safe to his home and his sweetheart. The kind 
of female friend to whom there are so many allusions 
in the sea songs of regular song-writers had no exbtence 
in the Fore^bitter. It is certain that no singer who 
introduced them into his lay would have been listened 
to. It took a good many years and the complete ex- 
tinction of the old sea-dogs of ' King Billy's ' reign or 
of Queen Victoria's earlier years before the double* 
entendreij or worse, of the music halls obtained toler- 


ation on the forecastles of British men-of-war. Justice 
to a bygone race demands that this should be made 
clear. An unavowed, perhaps unconscious, censorship 
•was extended to other songs when these were carried 
on board ship from the shore. Melodious obscenities 
may have been endured in exceptional cases, but the 
immense majority of men-of-war audiences would not 
put up with them. 

There were other places, besides the forecastles of 
their ships, at which blue-jackets could hear songs. 
An archaic form of music-hall existed from an early 
date at most naval ports. Sometimes it was «mply an 
appendage to a public-house. Whatever the artistic 
merit of the performances may have been, I confidently 
call upon all those who can remember the old Blue 
Bell at Portsmouth — the first edition of that place of 
entertainment is meant — ^to say if, in the matter of 
decency, they ever fell quite to the level of those which 
\J delight West End audiences at the present day. {Some 
of the more celebrated sea songs, or songs intended 
to bring before shore-going listeners the ways of sea* 
men, rarely came under the tatter's notice. For 
example, the earliest of C. Dibdin's sea songs was sung 
at Covent Garden Theatre, a place not much patronized 
by men-of-war's-men. For a long time the air of such 
a song would have been as mudi above the heads of an 
audience of sailors as the music of Wagner would be 
' above the heads of most of their successors. The old 


CflCet^tter airs pervaded tlie nraakal sti^ of the fore^ 
castl^aad new tones brought off from the shore were 
affected by thenu They even passed into the religions 
scfrviccs held on board the ships ; and, when hymns were 
sung, they were made to conform to the forecastle 
pattern. Sdme nine cr ten years ago I met with an 
interesting survival of this. One Sunday at Norfolk 
Ishmd i attended divine service in the Pitcaim 
Isbnders' Church. I had been told beforehand diat 
they had a remariuUe style of singing. The first 
hpnn recalled the old Fore-bitters^ and no doubt the 
isbniders were continuing a tradition delivered to them 
by their ancestors who had belonged to the Bounty^ 
The church in Norfolk Idand was tiie last }^ace at 
whidi music of the kind could be heard. 

There was another and even kiger body of British 
sailors who had so^gs and song-iunes of their own— > 
viz% the mekchant-seamen^ The Fore-bitter was common 
to them and to llie men-of-war's-men. One particular 
class of song was kbown only in the merchant-service. 
This waft the Chanty, which was sung whilst work was 
bei^g dotie. In the Royi^ Navy it was and still Is the 
rule that work should be done in silence. The effect 
of stirring ftiusic in stimulating the efforts of men 
employed in hiborious jobs was well und«9tood : and a 
band of music where there was one, or a fiddler where 
diere was no band, played lively tunes when it was 
de^red that the kbottrs of the ship's company should be 



especially enei^getic. There were therefore no Chanties 
in the Navy. Owing to the greatly extended use of 
mechanical a4)pliances in steamers of the mercantile 
marine, and the diminished number of sailing yesseb, 
the merchant-seamen's Chanty is less often sung than 
it used to be: but it may still be heard on board 

The disq>pearance of the Fore-bitter and the great 
recent intru^on afloat of songs and airs of a widely 
different character must be attributed to several causes. 
The chief of these was the introduction of steam 
propulsion. Voyages have been thereby greatly 
shortened and their duration made much more certain. 
For more than a generation after steam-machinery had 
been adopted in the Navy, men-of-war continued to 
make passages under sail, steam being rarely used except 
when the ship had to put to sea or enter a harbour 
irrespective of the direction of the wind. Voyages in 
these circumstances were long ; those lasting five or six 
weeks were common, and those which occupied two or 
three months were not very rare. In some latitudes, 
and especially when 'running down the trades', long 
spells of fine weather were often experienced. The 
evenings were not infrequently delicious. The sea was 
too smooth to cause rolling ; the sails were bulged out 
mto silent rigidity by the fair and steady breeze; whilst, 
as the ship ran on her course, the wash of the water 
along her sides made a low and pleasmg murmur. The 


conditions invited the minstrel to dasphy his powers. 
So an infonnal concert was soon m progress. Steamship 
voyages are generally so short that both the desire and 
the opportunities for a similar mode of passing an 
evening have become rarer: and steamship conditions 
are not encouragmg to the songster of the forecastle. 

The very fact that voyages are shorter has permitted 
the seaman to see more of his countrymen on shore 
than was possible in the old sailing days. Visits td 
his home have become more fivquent ; and he and his 
fellows belong less to a class apart than they used to 
do. The occasions of sharing in the amusements 
of his friends have greatly increased in number ; and, ff 
places of entertainment meant almost exclusively for 
sailors have disappeared, saCors now form no inconsider- 
able section of the public for whose amusement the 
managers of many music-halls and concert-rooms 
arrange their programmes. The consequence is that 
the supersession of real sailors' songs by songs intended 
to illustrate the habits and tone of sailors or to be 
enjoyed by them is now complete. In addition to this, 
there are now on board the great majority of shq)s of 
both the Navy and the mercantile marine considerable 
bodies of men who in no sense represent the seamen 
of former days. It is not to be expected that people 
who deal solely with the ship's engines and boilers, or 
with the many electrical and mechanical appliances now 
installed afloat, would appreciate the charm of a wbd 



that filled the white and rustling sail and bent the 
gallant masL Sweet William would now be less 
Ukely to be found high upon the yard than deep down 
in the stokehdd or submerged toipedo-flaL For these 
important sections of modem crews there are no 
traditional songs and they have to take over their 
minstrelsy ready n^de from the munc-halls. 

It has been sud already that what they themselves 
would haye described as * shore-going ' songs long ago 
found their way to audiences of sailors. We shOuU 
probably have to go back to the sixteenth century before 
getting to a time at which nothiQg but the nautical folk« 
Song was heard on the finecastie. The Fore-bitter, 
however, held its own down to the appearance of sail- 
less steamships* It was the leading ingredient in 
every fore-castle propamme. The other songs weit 
mere interludes, as it were. A great number of oar 
printed sea songs were never heard afloat, or only 
amongst the officers. They have ddighted generations 
of shore-going hearers; but they did not m former 
days, and do net now, ailect audiences of sea-faring 
men» These soi^ have not taken the place of the 
Fore-bitt^: that has been taken by a very difierent 
production. The old informal forecastle concerts have 
ceased, and what, on board ship, is now called a ^ Sing- 
Song ' has been substituted for them. 

Thb entertainment requires a good deal of prepara- 
tion. There is a recognized body of performers. 


amongst whom players on the banjo and the bones 
often have a place. A stage has to be erected; a 
painted drop-scene has generally to be provided; and 
rows of seats have to be arranged for the audience. 
A programime^ sometimes printed, is indispensable. 
Most frequently these entertainments take place in 
harbour, as men-of-war now are but little at sea com- 
pared with the length of time spent there in the days 
of sails. The crews of other ships, when there are 
any in company, are invited to attend, as sometimes 
are also acquaintances from the shore. The programme 
bears a close resemblance to that of a music-hall of 
moderate distinction. It is not all singing ; and a dog- 
dancer or a ventriloquist is regarded with high favour. 
The songs are of two kinds : a few are extraordinarily 
sentimental, and others, generally the greater number, 
impleasantly vulgar. There is no actual indecency^-the 
commanding officer would not allow that — but there 
is much indelicacy, a thing not easy to control. A 
curiously large proportion of the songs gives what is 
supposed to be humorous illustrations of the effects of 
strong drink. The tippling husband, subjected to his 
wife's efforts to reform him, is expected to have 
the empathies of the audience^ As the singers are 
usually in costume^ an intensely red nose and a battered 
hat often extort hearty applause before a line has been 
sung. Fine voices are sometmies heard and occasionally 
there is good music ; but the greater part of the songs 


are delivered in the shrill tones associated with many 
of the lower music-hall ditties. 

There are few ships' crews in which there cannot 
be found sufficient talent to permit of entertainments of 
real merit being given. Has the taste of the forecastle 
deteriorated so greatly that efforts to bring this about 
would be hopeless? I make bold to express the 
opinion that it has not. Looking around and noticing 
what is to be seen on shore, one may be forgiven for 
believing that fashion sometimes gains a temporary 
victory over good taste, but that good taste wins in the 
end. Let us admit that nearly all the old true sailors' 
songs have gone beyond hope of recovery, and also the 
conditions in which they were sung and listened to. Can 
we not substitute for the indelicate inanities now too 
much in fiishion in sing-song programmes some of the 
fine things which are contained, for example, in this 
collection ? The indications are that it can be done* 
Sailors have never refused to receive songs coming 
from circles outside their own. Though, as long as 
the conditions enabled them to do so, they clung to 
their own peculiar minstrelsy, they accepted gifts horn 
others. Of late, perhaps, they have shown too much 
faciUty in this, as is indicated by the general taking over 
of the songs of the music-hall. What is good and 
what is bad will after all be a matter of taste^ influenced 
no doubt by the fashion of the hour; and neither 
improvement nor deterioration can be forced. It will 



be enough to furnbh the means of making a good 
selection, and that is the aim of snch a volume as this. 
It is, of course, meant to appeal also to a far larger 
public than that which is composed of sailors only, but 
no one can talk of sea songs without letting sailors have 
a prominent place in his thoughts. 

How do songs such as are here collected appeal to 
them ? Of this some indication will be found in the 
degree of popularity amongst seamen attained by parti<t *^ 
cular pieces. |lt^ is hardly an exaggeration to say that ^ 
the pibdins* have none . It is even doubtful if they 
were ever very popular on the forecastle. At places of 1 
entertainment on shore some of them may have been \ 
heard with pleasure by seamen ; but the great majority i 
of them were either never favourites afloat or at any > 
rate had but a short-lived popularity. By the middle 
of the nineteenth century, when the old Forerbitlsr had 
stUl a vigorous existence, C. Dibdin's songs were very 
rarely sung on board ship. It could not have been 
age that made them so little m favour ; because older 
songs were often heard^ The fine piece, ^ Farewell, 
smd adieu to you, Spanish Ladies ! ' (no. 91 in this 
collection) is a century older than many of Dibdin's ; 
yet even to this day it has not quite lost its vogue. It is, 
probably, more often sung now by the midshipmen than by 
the blue-jackets ; but the latter, especially in the Channel 
Fleet, will always hear it with pleasure. The fact is 
that Dibdin is quite obsolete in more ways than one. 

M 1^' 


Most of the technical nautical phraseology introduced 
into his lines is now quite out of date. Many of its 
tenns would be unintelligible to the num-of-war's-nian 
of the twentieth century. Out of date and even 
repulsive to the seamen of our day is his presentation 
of the sailor of his own. Social advancement is 
almost necessarily accompanied by sensitiveness: and 
it is frequently disagreeable to be reminded of origin. 
We may be ready to accept the position of inheritors 
of the martial glory won by Dibdin's tars, but we wish 
it to be understood that socially we stand on a higher 
level than they didL/ This state of mind is not peculiar 
to sea-£uing folk. Repeated reminders that they used 
to live in Hoxton or Clapton and to have high tea 
would probably be distasteful to recently enriched 
families setding in Majrfair. 

This makes it highly probable that a collection only 
of the Dibdin songs would not be acceptable to sailors 
in these days. A more comprehensive collection has 
a far better chance of gaining their attention : and many 
of them will be glad to find such songs as no. i in this 
volume and ^Farewell, and adieu to you, Spanish 
Ladies ! ' (no. 91) already referred to. The first of 
these is one of the oldest English songs in existence. 
It was evidently composed when the distinction between 
the man-of-war's-man and the merchant-seaman was 
unknown; in days when the trading-vessels of the 
Cinque Ports rdnforced the Royal Navy in time of 


war, and when the King's ships were employed as 
traders in time of peace. Both of the songs were 
probaUy sung long before they were written down : and 
both are perhaps fiagments, more of less amended by 
a succession of editors, of Fore-bitters or of some other 
kind of nautical folk-song. 

A far hu^er number of landsmen than of seamen 
must have listened to every sea song which has appeared 
in print and of which the air has been recorded on 
paper. The people who take an interest in sailors have 
always formed a vastly greater body than the latter. The 
singers of such pieces in the last part of the eighteenth, 
and the early years of the nineteenth, century seem to 
have always had good audiences, and this too when the 
sailors were on the high seas looking for or fighting 
with the enemy» The kindly mterest taken in them by 
their fellow countrymen is as strong as ever. To most 
landsmen anything that reminds them of seamen is more 
than welcome : and some of the grand old songs that 
illustrate life at sea, though it may be of an early period, 
may perhaps again be found in the programmes of those 
who o^r opportunities for refined amusement to members 
of a refined society. 

A collection like that printed in this volume is more 
than a mere store-house from which the conductor of 
a concert may pick out the items of his programme. 
Many of these songs deserve to be read as well as to 
be listened to when sung. It is not intended to submit 


them to a critical examination here ; but attention may 
be directed to one or two interesting points. The 
collection is a sort of rapid epitome of our maritime 
history for some five hundred years. In it are brought 
before us the ill-defined distinction between the war and 
the mercantile fleets of early days ; the risks of the 
peaceful trader from other foes besides the storm and the 
shoal ; the ill-requited labours of the sailor; the perils 
to which his calling specially exposed him ; his conflicts 
with opponents as gallant as himself; his love of 
country ; his triumphs over its enemies. Besides this 
we can learn something about the sailor's private life. 
The picture is exaggerated, to be sure, but it is not all 
untrue. We see at least something of the way in 
which he spent his few hours of leisure afloat and 
ashore. We learn a little about those who were or 
professed to be his friends: and, although in reality 
he may be caricatured, some of his real qualities are 
brought to our knowledge. 

A perusal of these songs and a slight acquaintance 
with the crews of the men-of-war and merchant-ships 
of the day will let us see how great a change there has 
been in both. It is common to dwell upon the revolu- 
tion that has been effected in nautical material. Wood 
has given place to iron and steel ; sails have disappeared 
entirely from the Royal Navy and nearly so from the 
mercantile marine; machinery has largely taken the 
place of human power ; armaments bear litde resem- 


Uance to those of former days. The change in moral 
characteristics, as far as these admit of change, has 
been as great as in material. Formal scholastic instruc- 
tion has taken the place once held by that inestimable 
training which depended on actual work and practical 
experience. There is now much more leammg about 
things than doing them. Prolonged continuous service 
in blue water is now almost unknown. The difference 
between the seaman and the landsman is now in many 
points either faint or non-existent. To sing an English 
sea song on the forecastle of a merchant-vessel would 
be to sing m a language foreign to half the audience. 
In the man-of-war the corresponding audience would be 
composed of men many of whom could talk intelli- 
gently about gravitation, had attended lectures on 
ballistics, and could give you a definition of electrical 

Yet in many other ways there has been no moral 
change. The sailor as man retains the indelible 
characteristics of his race. Valour, zeal, and acuteness 
exist in the same proportion as always, neither more 
nor less. Means may be wanting to utilize these to 
the best advantage. That depends on discipline and 
training. A powerful, but not always recognized, aid 
to discipline is sound public opinion on naval matters. 
In these days both the man-of-war's-man and the 
merchant-seaman have facilities, undreamed of in earlier 

times, for ascertaining what the opinion of the country 
b zvii 


is; and its force acts upon them as effectively as on 
other classes. If we can enlist the sjrmpathy of the 
nation for the sailor's needs, we have gone a long way 
towards making the nation understand what it has 
a right to expect from him. Everything, therefore, 
that helps to bring the nation and its seamen more 
closely together — be it only a collection of sea songs — 
has a value higher than that collection's literary 
excellence or melodious grace, a value not easy to 
measure exactly, though its magnitude can hardly be 

Cyphian a. G. Bridge. 

Ockher, 1906. 



For the selection of these sea songs, nearly all of 
which were written before the date of Trafalgar, the 
volumes of the Ballad Society have been invaluable; 
and through the courtesy of Dr. Fumivall and the 
Rev. J. W. Ebsworth it has been possible to use the 
text of certain Roxburghe and Bagford ballads (nos. 
56, 57, 59, 60), of which only inferior versions could 
be found among the Bodleian collections. My thanks 
are also due to the Leadenhall Press for permission to 
reprint nos. 64, 86, 87, 88, and 89 from Mr. Ashton's 
admirable Real Smlor-Songt ; to Professor Firth for no* 
18 ; to Mr. Frank Kidson for no. 43, ' Henry Martin,' 
which is taken from his Tra£ttonal Tunes i to Mr. David 
Nutt for permission to reprint no. 100 from W. E. 
Henley's Poenu ; and to Miss Lucy Broadwood for the 
use of her ballad-version of no. 79, ^ Oh, Yarmouth is 
a pretty town.' And it will be clear from the notes 
that Mr. J. O. HalliweU's Early Naval Ballads (Percy 
Society) were a source of great value. 

Of the text itself it is only necessary to say that 
nothing has been altered except a few obvious errors of 
the press. Often a satisfactory text has not been 
within reach ; and sometimes corrupt versions have been 
printed, beside their archetypes, in order to show the 
degeneration which sea ballads often exhibit. The 
arrangement is not purely fortuitous, the songs being 
b a six 


grouped roughly into those which are concerned with 
the sea-faring life, those which describe fights and 
historical characters, and those which represent the 
sailor as a lover. The middle group is as &r as 
possible in the chronological order of the events de- 
scribed : and the only good reason for not arranging all 
the songs by their date is that a leaden batch of 
Dibdin would sink to the end. 

C. S. 



I. Earliest Sea-Song 


2. *Lustely, Lustely' 


3, In Prais of Seafaiinge Men . 


4. Another of Seafardingers 


5. * I rue to see the raging of the seas * 


6. ' We be three poor mariners * . 


7. The Praise of Baylors . 


8. Cordial Advice .... 


9. Dirge from The Tempest 


10. Song from The Tempest . 


II. The Mermaid .... 


12. The Storm 


13. * Blow, Boreas, blow ' . 


14. Neptune's Raging Fury . 


15. Neptune's Resignation . 


16. The Sailor's Resolution 


17. A Hymn in Praise of Neptune 


18. Homeward Bound 


19. * For England, when, with fav'ring gale ' 


20. The Bay of Biscay . . . , 


21. The Mid-watch . . . 

• 33 

22. * I am a brisk and sprightly lad ' 

• 34 

23. The Fisher's Life 

• 35 

24. * We'll go to sea no more * . 

. 36 

25. A cruising we will go • 

. 37 

26. Song and Chorus of Sailors . 

. 38 


27. 'Come, come, my jolly lads' 

28. 'All hands up aloft' . 

29. ' Rule Britannia ! ' 

30. Hearts of Oak . 

31. Tom Bowling 

32. Ben Backstay 

33. The Naval Subaltern . 

34. Poor Jack . 

35. Tom Tough 

36. Jack Robinson 

37. Jack the Guinea-Pig 

38. ' Ye Mariners of England ' 

39. A Sea Song 

40. Sir Patrick Spens 

41. The Saylor's Only Delight 

42. Andrew Barton . 

43. Henry Martin 

44. Sir Walter Raleigh sailing in the Low-lands 

45. The Golden Vanity 

46. The Fame of Sir Francis Drake 

47. The Triumph of Sir Francis Drake 

48. The Spanish Armada . 

49. Sir Francis Drake : or Eighty-Eight 

50. The Spanish Armada . 

51. Queen Elizabeth's Champion . 

52. The Famous Fight at Malago 

53. Captain Ward and the Rainbow 

54. The Seaman's Song of Captain Ward 

55. Dansekar the Dutchman 

56. Captain Glen 

57. The Honour of Bristol . 

58. England's Triumph at Sea 











59. Admiral Russel . 

60. The Royal Triumph . 

61. The Duke of Ormond's Health 

62. The Death of Admiral Benbow 

63. Admiral Hosier's Ghost 

64. The Arethusa 

65. On the loss of the Royal George 

66. * Our line was form'd ' • 

67. Admiral Nelson . 

68. The Battle of the Baltic 

69. To her Seafaring Lover 

70. The Valiant Seaman's Happy Return 

71. Love and Loyalty 

72. The two Faithful Lovers 

73. The Lawlands o' Holland 

74. Bonnie Annie 

75. The Seaman's Compass 

76. The Fair Maid's Choice 

77. A Pleasant New Song . 

78. To Lucasta, going beyond the Seas 

79. ' Oh, Yarmouth is a pretty town ' 

80. ' *Twas when the Seas were roaring 

81. Black-eyed Susan 

82. The Sailor Laddie 

83. The Seaman's Adieu . 

84. Constance and Anthony 

85. The Gallant Seaman's Return 

86. The Sailor Boy . 

87. The Welcome Sailor . 

88. The Maid's Lamentation 

89. The Distressed Ship Carpenter 

90. ' To all you Ladies now at Land ' 











91. ^Farewell, and adieu ' . 
9a. ' Blow high, blow low * 

93. Sailor's Journal • 

94. The Token 

95. The Standing Toast 

96. The SaUoPs Adieu 

97. Ballad in Great News 

98. ' Sweet Annie frae the Sea-beach came ' 

99. ' I'd think on thee, my Love ' 
ICO. ' O, Falmouth b a £ne town ' 


Index of First Lines 







Earliest Sea Song 

Men may leve all gamys 
That saylen to Seynt Jamys; 
For many a man hit gramys, 

When they begyn to sayle. 

For when they have take the see, 
At Sandwyche, or at Wynchylsee, 
At Brystow, or where that hit bee, 
Theyr herts begyn to fayle. 

Anone the mastyr commaundeth fast 
To hys shyp-men in all the hast. 
To dresse hem sone about the mast, 
Theyr takelyng to make. 

With *howel hissal' then they cry, 
'What, howel mate, thow stondyst to ny. 
Thy felow may nat hale the by'; 
Thus they begyn to crake. 

gramys] grieves, distresses. hast] haste. dresse] ar- 
range, to ny] too near. crake] cry, shout. 

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A boy or tweyne anone up-styen, 
And overthwart the sayle-yerde lyen; — 
^Y how! taylia!' the remenaunt cqren, 
And poH with all theyr myght. 

^Bestowe the boote, bote-swayne, anon, 
That our pylgryms may pley thereon; 
For som ar lyke to cowgh and grone, 
Or hit be full mydnyght.' 

'Hale the bowelynel now, vere the shete! 
Cooke, make redy anoon our mete, 
Our pylgryms have no lust to ete, 
I pray God yeve hem rest/ 

'Go to the helm I what, howe! no nere! 
Steward, felow ! a pot of here ! * 
'Ye shall have, sir, with good chere, 
Anone all of the best.' 

'Y howe! trussa! hale in the brayles! 
Thow halyst nat, be God, thow fayles ! 
O se howe well owre good shyp sayles ! ' 
And thus they say among. 

'Hale in the wartake! ' 'Hit shall be done.' 
' Steward ! cover the boorde anone. 
And set bred and salt thereone, 
And tary nat to long.' 

up-styen] ascend. remenaunt] remainder, others, 

bestowej place. lust] desire. ycve] give. no nere] 
no nearer (to the wind). fayles] nilest. 


Then cometh oone and seyth, 'be mery; 
Ye shall have a storme or a pery.' 
'Holde thow thy pese! thow canst no whery, 
Thow medlyst wondyr sore.' 

Thys menewhyle the pylgryms ly, 
And have the3rr bowlys fast them by, 
And cry aftyr bote malvesy, 

*Thow helpe for to restore.' 

And sora wold have a saltyd tost, 
For they myght ete neyther sode ne rost; 
A man myght sone pay for theyr cost, 
As for 00 day or twayne. 

Som layde theyr bookys on theyr kne, 
And rad so long they myght nat se;-— 
' Alias ! myne hede woll cleve on thre ! ' 
Thus seyth another certayne. 

Then commeth oure owner lyke a lorde, 
And speketh many a royall worde. 
And dresseth hym to the hygh borde 
To see all thyng be well. 

Anone he calleth a carpentere, 
And biddyth hym bryng with hym hys gere. 
To make the cabans here and there. 
With many a febyll cell. 

pery] squall. canst no whery] ? knowest nochins about 
a ship. malvesyj malmseys sode] sodden, ooiled. 
oo] one. gercj cools. 

B a s 


A sak of strawe were there ryght good, 
For som mast lyg them in theyr hood; 
I had as lefe be in the wood, 
Without mete or drynk. 

For when that we shall go to bedde, 
The pumpe was nygh our beddes hede, 
A man were as good to be dede, 
As smell thereof the stynk, 


^Lustefyy Lustely ' 

LusTELY, lustely, lustely let us saile forthe, 

The winde trim doth serve us, it blowes from the north. 

All things we have ready, and nothing we want, 

To furnish our ship that rideth hereby; 
Victals and weapons thei be nothing skaoit. 

Like worthie mariners ourselves we will trie. 
Lustely, lustely, &c. 

Her flagges be new trimmed, set flanting alofte. 
Our ship for swift swimmyng, oh, she doeth excell ; 

Wee feare no enemies, we have escaped them ofte; 
Of all ships that swimmeth she beareth the bell. 
Lustely, lustely, &c. 

And here is a maister excelleth in skill. 
And our maisters mate he is not to seeke; 

And here is a boteswaine will do his good will, 
And here is a ship boye, we never had leeke. 
Lustely, lustely, &c. 

lyg] lie. leeke] the like. 


If fortune then faile not, and our next Toiage prove, 
Wee will retume merely and make good cheare, 

And hold all together as friends linkt in love, 
The Cannes shal be filled with wine, ale and beere. 
Lustely, lustely, &c. 


In Prats of Seafannge Men^ in Hope 
of Good Fortune 

Whoe siekes the waie to win renowne. 
Or flies with winges of hie desire, 
Whoe seikes to wear the lawrea(t) crouen, 
Or hath the mind that would espire, 
Lett him his native soylle eschew, 
Lett him go rainge and seeke a newe. 

Eche hawtie harte is well contente, 
With everie chance that shal betyde; 
No hap can hinder his entente; 
He steadfast standes, though fortune slide. 
The sunn, quoth he, doth shine as well 
Abrod, as earst where I did dwell. 

In chaynge of streames each fish can live, 
Eche foule content with everie ayre, 
Eche hautie hart remainethe still. 
And not be dround in depe dispaire 
Wherfor I judg all landes alieke, 
To hautie hartes who fortune sieke. 



Too pas the seaes som thinkes a toille, 
Sum thinkes it strange abrod to rome. 
Sum thinkes it a grefe to leave their soylle. 
Their parents, cynfolke, and their whome. 
Thinke soe who list, I like it nott; 
I must abrod to trie my lott. 

Whoe list at whome at carte to drudge, 
And carke and care for worldlie trashe, 
With buckled sheoes let him goe trudge. 
Instead of launce a whip to slashe ; 
A mynd that's base his kind will show, 
Of caronn sweete to feed a crowe. 

If Jasonn of that mynd had bine, 
The Gresions when they cam to Troye, 
Had never so the Trogian's foylde. 
Nor never put them to such anoye: 
Wherfore who lust to live at whome, 
To purchus fame I will go rome. 


jfnother of Seafardingersy describing 
Evill Fortune 

What pen can well reporte the plighte 

Of those that travell on the sea? 

To pas the werie winters nighte 

With stormie cloudes wisshinge for daie. 

With waves that toss them to and fro, — 

Thair pore estate is hard to show. 



When bolstering windes begins to blowe 
On cruell costes, from haven wee, 
The foggie mysts soe dimes the shore, 
The rocks and sandes we maie not see, 
Nor have no rome on seas to trie, 
But praie to God and yeld to die. 
When shauldes and sandie bankes apears. 
What pillot can direct his course? 
When fominge tides draueth us so nere, 
Alas ! what fortenn can be worse ? 
Then ankers haald must be our staie. 
Or ellce we falle into decaye. 
We wander still from loffe to lie, 
And Andes no steadfast wind to blow; 
We still remaine in jeopardie, 
Each perelos poynt is hard to showe; 
In time we hope to find redresse, 
That longe have lived in hevines. 
O pinchinge, werie, lothsome lyfe, 
That travell still b far exsylle, 
The dangers great on sease be ryfe, 
Whose recompence doth yeld but toylle I 
O Fortune, graunte me mie desire, — 
A hapie end I doe require. 
When freats and states have had their fill, 
And gentill calm the cost will dere. 
Then hautie hartes shall have their will. 
That longe has wept with morning cheere; 
And leave the seaes with thair anoy. 
At home at ease to live in joy. 

shauldes] shallows. haald] hold. lo£Fe, lie] luff, lee. 
freats] gusts, squalls. 


^I rue to see the raging of the seas^ 

I RUK to see the raging of the seas, 

When nothing niay king Eolus* wrath appease. 

Boreas' blastes asunder rendes our sayles: 

Our tacklings breake, our ankers likewise fayles. 

The surging seas, they battred hare my shippe, 

And eke mine oares arayle me not a chippe. 

The ropes are slackte, the mast standes nothing strong : 

Thus am I tost the surging seas along. 

The waves beate in, my bark to overflowe; 

The rugged seas my ship will overthrowe. 

Yea, driven I am, sometimes against a rocke, 

Sometimes against a whale his back I locke. 

When Neptune thus and Eol falles to stryfe, 

Then stand I most in daunger of my lyfe. 

And when the winde beginneth moste to rage. 

Then out I caste (my barke for to asswage) 

Each thing of waight, and then if sea at \^1 

I chaunce to have, I lesse regard mine ill. 

If shipwrack once I suffer in my lyfe, 

Farewell my goodes, farewell my gende wife: 

Adewe my friends, adewe my children all. 

For nought prevayles, though on your helpe I call. 

First goe I to the bottome of the seas. 

And thrice I rise, but nothing for mine ease. 

For why? at length when last of all I fall. 

My winde doth fayle wherewith I burst my gall. 

My body then, so full as it may be 

With water store, then may each men me see 

All borne aloft amid the fomyng froth, 

whale his] whale's. asswage] lighcen. 


And dryren to lande, if Neptune waxeth wiothe. 
But yet, if so I cunnyng have to swimme, 
When first I fall into the water brimme, 
With streaking armes, and eke with playing feete, 
My part I play, the water floudes to grete. 
And then, perchaunce, some shippe comes sayling by. 
Which saves my life, if me they doe eqne, 
Perchaunce, likewise, I drowne before they come, 
Perchaunce the crampe my feet it maketh numme. 
If so it dothe, then sure I am to die. 
In this distresse the sea will ayde denie. 
Wherefore I wishe, who well may live by land, 
And him forbid the sea to take in hande. 


^We be three poor Mariners* 

We be three poor Mariners, newly come from the Seas, 
We spend our lives in jeopardy, while others live at ease. 
Shall we go dance the Round, around? 

shall we go dance the Round? 
And he that is a Bully-boy, 

come, pledge me on this ground! 

We care not for those Martial-men that do our states 

Hi<>Hatn • 

But we care for those Merchant-men that do our states 
To them we dance this Round, around; 

to them we dance this Round; 
And he that is a Bully-boy, 

come, pledge me on this ground! 
streaking] ftretcfaing. 




The Praise of Say lor s 

here set forth, with the hard fortunes which 
do befall them on the Seas, when Land- 
men sleep in their Beds 

To a pleasant New Tune 

As I lay musing in ray bed, 

full warm and well at ease, 
I thought upon the Lodgings hard 

poor Sailors had at Seas. 

They bide it out with hunger and cold, 

and many a bitter blast, 
And many times constraint they are, 

for to cut down their Mast. 

Their Victuals and their Ordnance, 

and ought else that they have. 
They throw it over-board with speed, 

and seek their lives to save. 

Whenas the raging Seas do fome, 

and lofty winds do blow, 
The Saylors they go to the top, 

when Landmen stay below. 

Our Masters mate takes hehn in hand, 

his course he steers full well, 
Whenas the lofty winds do blow 

and raging Seas do swell. 


Our Master to his G>inpass goes, 

so well he plies his charge, 
He sends a youth unto the main, 

for to unsUng the Yards. 

The Boatson he's under the Deck, 

a man of courage bold, 
To th* top, to th' top, my lively Lads, 

hold fast, my hearts of gold. 

The Pylot he stands on the Chain, 
with a line and lead to sound. 

To see how far, and near they are, 
from any dangerous ground. 

It is a testimonial good, 

we are not far from Land, 
There sits a Mermaid on the Rock, 

with comb and glass in hand. 

Our Captain he is on the Poop, 
a man of might and power. 

And looks how raging Seas do gape, 
our bodies to devour. 

Our Royal Ship is run to rack, 
that was so stout and trim. 

And some are put into their shifts, 
either to sink or swim. 

Our Ship that was before so good, 

and eke likewise so trim, 
Is now mih rageing Seas grown leakt 

and water fast comes in. 


The Quarter-Master is a mao, 
so well his charge plies he, 

He calls them to the Pomp amain, 
to keep their leakt Ship free. 

And many Dangers likewise they 

do many times endure 
Whenas they meet their enemies 

that come with might and power, 

And seek their lives likewise to take, 
their lives and eke their goods; 

The Saylors they likewise endure 
upon the surging Floods. 

But whenas they do come to Land 

and homewards do return, 
They are most good fellows all, 

and scorn ever to mourn. 

And likewise they will call for Wine, 

and score it on the post; 
For Saylors they are honest men, 

and love to pay their Host. 

For Saylors they be honest men, 
and diey do take great pains. 

When Land-men, and rufling Lads 
do rob them of their gains. 

Our Saylors they work night and day, 

their manhood for to try. 
When Landed men, and rufling Jacks, 

do in their Cabins lye. 


Therefore let all good minded men, 

give ear unto my Song, 
And say also as well as I, 

Saylors desenre no wrong. 

This have I for Saylors sake 

in token of good will, 
If ever I can do they good, 

I will be ready stUl. 

God bless them eke by Sea and Land, 

and also other men, 
And as my Song beginning had, 

so must it have an end. 


Cordial Jidvice 

to all rash young Men^ who think to Advance 

their decaying Fortunes by Navigation: 

Shewing the many i>angers and 

Hardships that Sailors endure 

To the tune of, ^ I'll no more to Greenland saU,' Ac. 

You merchant men of Billinsgate, 

I wonder how you can thrive. 
You bargain with men for six months, 

and pay them but for five: 



But 80 long as the water rans under the bru^fj 
and the tide doth ebb and flow, 

I'll no more to Greenland sail, 
no, no, no* 

Our drink it is fair water, 

that floweth from the rocks, 
And as for other dainties, 

we eat both bear and fox: 
Then boyl our Hskets in whale-oyl, 

all to increase our woe: 
But 111 no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 

Our Captains and Commanders, 

are valiant men and stout: ' 
They've fought in France and Flanders, 

and never wou'd give out, 
They beat our men like stock-fish, 

all to increase our woe: 
Then I'll no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 

In storms we must stand to it, 

when thundring tempests rage; 
When cables snap and main mast split, 

and the briny seas ingage: 
Whilst sable blackness spreads its vail, 

all to increase our woe: 
But I'll no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 

Testy Neptune's mounting waves, 

s^ o'er our hatches tower: 
Each minute threatens ^ent graves 

for fishes to devour; 


Or be intomb'd by some vast whale, 

and there to end our woe: 
But I'll no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 

To face the cold north eastern winds, 

whilst shrowds and tackle roar: 
And man our wracking pinnace, 

which mountain high is bore: 
To laboard, starboard tack we trail, 

our joynts benumb'd with snow: 
But I'll no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 

Abaf before : helm a lee, 

all hands aloft, they cry: 
When strait there comes a rouling sea 

and mounts us to the sky: 
Like drowned rats, we cordage hail, 

whilst scarce we've strength to go : 
But I'll no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 

For if we faint or faulter, 

to ply our cruel work. 
The Boatswain with the halter 

does beat us like a turk: 
Whilst we in vsun our case bewail, 

he does increase our woe: 
But I'll no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 
Then to take our lading in, 

we moil like Argier slaves: 
And if we to complain begin, 

the cap-stal lash we have: 



A cursed cat with thrice three tails, 

does mach increase our woe: 
But ril no more, Ac* 

no, no, no. 
And when we faint, to bring us back 

they give us bruis strong: 
The which does not creepers lack, 

to usher it along: 
With element which smells so stale, 

all to mcrease our woe: 
Then I'll no more, &c. 

no, no, no. 
Therefore young men I all advise, 

before it is too late, 
And then you'll say that you are wise, 

by dashing of your fate : 
The which your rashness did intail, 

for to insist your woe: 
Then I'll no more to Greenland sail, 

no, no, no. 




Full fadom five thy Father lies. 
Of hb bones are Corrall made : 
Those are pearl's that were his eyes. 
Nothing of him that doth fade. 
But doth suffer a Sea-change 
Into something rich and strange: 
Sea-Nimphs hourly ring hb knell. 

Hark now I hear them, ding-dong bell. 

W. Shakespsark. 
bruis] broth. 


Song from ^ The Tempest ' 

Thk Master, the Swabber, the Boat-swain and I; 

The Gunner, and his Mate, 

LoVd Mall, Megy and Marrian, and Margery, 

But none of us car'd for Kate, 

For she had a tongue with a tang, 

Would cry to a Sailour go hang: 

She lov'd not the savour of Tar nor of Pitch, 

Yet a Taylor might scratch her where ere she did itch. 

Then to Sea Boys, and let her go hang. 

W. Shaksspkarz. 

The Mermaid 

On Friday morning as we set sail. 

It was not far from land, 
O, there I spy'd a fair pretty maid. 

With a comb and a glass in her hand. 

The stormy winds did blow, 
And the ragmg seas did roar. 
While we poor Sailors went to the top, 
And the land lubbers laid below. 

Then up spoke a boy of our gallant ship, 
And a well-speaking boy was he, 

IVe a father and mother in Portsmouth town, 
And this night they weep for me. 

The stormy, ftc. 

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Then up spoke a man of our gallant ship, 

And a well-speaking man was he, 
I've married a wife in fair London town. 

And this night she a widow will be. 
The stormy, &c. 

Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship. 

And a valiant man was he, 
For want of a boat we shall be drown'd. 

For she sunk to the bottom of the sea. . 
The stormy, &c. 

The moon shone bright, and the stars gave light. 
And my mother was looking for me, 

She might look and weep with watery eyes. 
She might look to the bottom of the sea. 
The stormy, &c. 

Three times round went our gallant ship, 

And three times round went she. 
Three times round went our gallant ship. 

Then she sunk to the bottom of the sea. 
The stormy, &c. 


Ckasx, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! 

List, ye landsmen, all to me; 
Messmates, hear a brother sailor 

Sing the dangers of the sea; 
From boimding billows first in motion. 

When the distant whirlwinds rise, 
To the tempest-troubled ocean. 

Where the seas contend with skies. 



Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling, 

By topsail-sheets and haulyards stand, 
Down top gallants, quick, be hauling, 

Down your staysails, hand, boys, hand! 
Now it freshens, set the braces, 

The lee topsail-sheets let go; 
Luff, boys^ luff! don't make wry faces, 

Up your topsails nimbly clew. 

Now all you, on down beds sporting. 

Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms. 
Fresh enjoyments wanton courting. 

Safe from all but love's alarms; 
Round us roars the tempest louder. 

Think what fears our minds enthral; 
Harder yet, it yet blows harder; 

Hark! again the boatswain's call! 

The topsail-yards point to the wind, boys. 

See all clear to reef each course ; 
Let the foresheet go, don't mind, boys, 

Though the weather should prove worse; 
Fore and aft the spritsail-yard get, 

Reef the mizen, see all clear. 
Hands up, each preventer-brace set, 

Man die fore-yards! Cheer, lads, cheer! 

Now the dreadfid thunder rolling. 

Peal on peal, contending, clash; 
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring. 

In our eyes blue lightnings flash : 
One wide water all around us. 

All above us one black sky, 
Different deaths at once surround us. — 

Hark! what means that dreadful cry? 

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S"^— f.*^ 


hreasy Blorv^ 

and let thy surly winds 
cam and roar, 
1 breed in valiant minds, 
. we'll live and find a shore! 
ts, and be not awed, 
room clear; 

ose, and the devils roar abroad^ 
i-room here, boys, never fear! — 

es up, how far! 

•St touch'd a star! 
1 as through the clouds we came, 
c, we live in flame! — 

now, now we go 
St shades below. 
we now ? who, who can tell ? 
t room of hell! 
^ods dwell! — 

—with them well live and reign^ — 
Mugh and sing and drink amain, 
rjat! see, see we rise again! 

t*f lightnbg, and tempests of rain, 
1 who shall conquer the main j 
D does swear, instead of a prayV, 
11 fired by the demons of the air! — 
\ defy 
that fly 
lo the sky, 


The foremast's gone! cries every tongue out, 

O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck ; 
A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung out, — 

Call all hands to clear the wreck. 
Quick! the lanyards cut to pieces; 

Come, my hearts, be stout and bold! 
Plumb the well, the leak increases. 

Four feet water in the hold! 

While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, 

We for wives or children mourn; 
Alas! from hence there's no retreating; 

Alas! from hence there's no return. 
Still the leak is gaining on us. 

Both cham-pumps are chok'd below; 
Heav'n have mercy here upon us! 

For only that can save us now. 

O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys! 

Let the guns o'erboard be thrown; 
To the pump come every hand, boys! 

See, our mizen-mast is gone! 
The leak we've found, it cannot pour fast; 

We've lighten'd her a foot or more; 
Up and rig a jury foremast, — 

She rights ! she rights, boys ! we're off shore ! 

Now once more on joys we're thinking. 

Since kind Fortune saved our lives; 
Come, the can, boys! let's be drinking 

To our sweethearts and our wives: 
Fill it up, about ship wheel it. 

Close to the lips a brimmer join. — 
Where's the tempest now? who feel it? 

None! our danger's drown'd in wine. 

ao G. A. Stkvens. 

^BlatPy Boreasy Blorv^ 

Blow, Boreas, blow, and let thy surly winds 

Make the billows foam and roar. 
Thou canst no terror l»'eed in valiant minds. 

But, spite of thee, we'll live and find a shore ! 
Then cheer, my hearts, and be not awed. 

But keep the gun-room clear; 
Tho' hell's broke loose, and the devils roar abroad^ 

Whilst we have sea-room here, boys, never fear! — 

Hey! how she tosses up, how far! 

The mounting topmast touch'd a star! 

The meteors blazed as through the clouds we came. 

And, salamander-like, we live in flame! — 

But now we sink! now, now we go 

Down to the deepest shades below. 

Alas ! where are we now ? who, who can tell ? 

Sure 'tis the lowest room of hell ! 

Or where the sea-gods dwell! — 

With them we'll live — with them we'll live and reign — 

With them we'll laugh and sing and drink amain. 

But see, we mount! see, see we rise again! 

Though flashes of lightning, and tempests of rain, 
Do fiercely contend who shall conquer the main; 
Though the captain does swear, instead of a pray'r. 
And the sea is all fired by the demons of the air! — 
We'll drink, and defy 
The mad spirits that fly 
From the deep to the sky. 


And sing while the thunder does bellow; 
For Fate will still have a kind home for the brave, 
And ne'er make his grave of a salt-water wave, 

To drown, — no, never to drown a good fellow. 

R. Bradley. 


Nep tuners Imaging Fury; 

or^ The Gallant Seaman's Sufferings 

You Gentlemen of England^ 

that lives at home at ease, 
Full litde do you think upon 

the Dangers of the Seas : 
Give ear unto the Marriners, 

and they will plainly show. 
The cares and the fears 

When the stormy winds do blow. 

All you that will be Seamen, 

must bear a valiant heart, 
For when you come upon the Seas, 

you must not think to start: 
Nor once to be faint hearted, 

in hail, rain, or snow, 
Nor to shrink, nor to shrink, 

When the stormy winds do bhw. 

The bitter storms and tempests 

poor Seamen must endure. 
Both day and night, with many a fright, 

we seldom rest secure: 


Our sleep if is disturbed 

with visions strange to Imow, 
And with Dreams, on the Streams, 

When the stormy winJ/ do hinu. 
In claps of roaring thunder, 

which darkness doth enforce, 
We often find our Ships to stray 

beyond our wonted course: 
Which causeth great distractions, 

and sinks our hearts full low, 
'Tis in vain to complain 

When the stormy winds do Mow, 

Sometimes on Neptun^s bosom, 

our Ship is lost in waves, 
And every man expectmg 

the Sea to be their graves: 
Then, up aloft she mounteth, 

and down again so low, 
'Tis with waves, O with waves. 

When the stormy winds do blow. 
Then down again we fall to prayer; 

with all our might and thought. 
When refuge all doth fail us, 

'tis that must bear us out; 
To God we call for succour, 

for He it is we know. 
That must aid us and save us. 

When the stormy winds do blow. 

The Layryer and the Usurer, 

that sits in gowns of Fur, 
In closets warm, can take no harm, 

abroad they need not stir; 


When winter fierce, with cdlddoth {nerce, 
and beats with hail and snow, 

We are sure to endure 

When the stormy winds do blow* 

We bring home cosdy merchandize, 

and Jewels of great price. 
To serve our EngUsh Gallantry 

with many a rare device: 
To please the EngBsh Gallantry 

our pains we freely show, 
For we toyl, and we moile 

When the stormy winds do blow. 

We sometimes sail to the Indies 

to fetch home Spices rare. 
Sometimes 'gain, to France and Spain 

for wines beyond compare; 
While gallants are carrousing 

in Taverns on a row. 
Then we sweep o'er the deep, 

When the stormy winds do blow. 

When tempests are blown over, 

and greatest fears are past. 
Ay, weather fair and temperate air, 

we straight lye down to rest: 
But, when the billows tumble, 

and waves do furious grow. 
Then we rouse, up we rouse. 

When the stormy winds do blow. 
If enemies oppose us, 

when England is at wars 
With any foreign Nations, 

we fear not wounds and scars; 


Our roariDg guns shall teach 'em 

our Valour for to know, 
Whilst they reel, in the Ked, 

When the etormy winde do blow. 

We are no cowardly shrinkers, 

but EngRsbmen true bred, 
We'll play our parts like valiant hearts, 

and never fly for dread; 
Well ply our business nimUy, 

where'er we come or go. 
With our Mates to the Straights, 

When the stormy winds do blow. 

Then courage, all brave Marriners, 

and never be dismaid, 
Whilst we have bold adventures, 

we ne'er shall want a trade; 
Our Merchants will imploy us 

to fetch them wealth, I know. 
Then be bold, work for gold, 

When the stormy winds do blow* 

When we return in safety, 

with wages for our pains. 
The Tapster and the Vintner 

wiU help to share our gains; 
We'll call for liquor roundly, 

and pay before we go. 
Then we'll roar, on the shore. 

When the stormy winds do blow. 



Neptune^s J^signation 

The wat'ry god, great Neptuoe, lay. 
Id dalliance soft and amorous play 

On Amphitrite's breast; 
When Uproar rear'd its horrid head. 
The tritons shrunk, the nereids fled, 

And all their fear confess'd. 

Loud thunder shook the vast domain, 
The liquid world was wrapp'd in flame; 

The god, amazed, spoke — 
'Ye ^nds, go fordi and make it known 
Who dares to shake my coral throne. 

And fill my realms with smoke.' 

The Winds, obsequious, at his word 
Sprung strongly up t'obey their lord, 

And saw two fleets a-weigh — 
One, victorious Hawke, was thine, 
The other, Conflans' wretched line — 

In terror and dismay. 

Appall'd, they view Britannia's sons 
Deal death and slaughter from their guns, 

And strike the dreadful blow. 
Which caused ill-fated Gallic slaves 
To find a tomb in briny waves, 

And sink to shades below. 



With speed they fly and tell their chief 
That France was rumVl past relief, 

And Hawke triumphant rode. 
^Hawke!' cried the Fair; *Pray who is he 
That dare usurp this power at sea, 

And thus insult a god?' 

The Winds reply — * In distant lands 
There reigns a king who Hawke commands. 

He scorps all foreign force; 
And when his floating castles roll 
From sea to sea, from pole to pole^ 

Great Hawke directs their course. 

'Or when his winged bullets fly 
To punish fraud and perfidy, 

Or scourge a guilty land; 
Then gallant Hawke, serenely great. 
Though death and horror round him wait, 

Performs his dread command.' 

Neptune, with wonder, heard the story 
Of George's sway and Britain's glory, 

Which time shall ne'er subdue; 
Boscawen's deeds, and Saunders' fame, 
Join'd with brave Wolfe's immortal name, — 

Then cried, *Can this be true? — 

^A king! he sure must be a god. 
Who has such heroes at his nod 

To govern earth and sea: 
I ^eld my trident and my crown 
A tribute due to such renown, — 

Great George shall rule for me.' 



The Sailor^ s 1{esolutim 

How litde do the landsmen know, 

Of what we sailors feel. 
When waves do mount and winds do blow! 

But we have hearts of steel : 
No danger can affright us, 

No enemy shall flout. 
We'll make the monsieurs right us, 

So toss the cann about. 

Stick stout to orders, messmates, 

We'll plunder, bum, and sink. 
Then France hare at your first-rates. 

For Britons never shrink : 
We'll rummage all we fancy, 

We'll bring them in by scores. 
And Moll, and Kate and Nancy 

Shall roll in louis-d'ors. 

While here at Deal we're lying, 

With our noble commodore, 
We'll spend our wages freely, boys. 

And then to sea for more: 
In peace we'll drink and sing, boys, 

In war we'll never fly. 
Here's a health to George our king, boys, 

And the royal family. 

A Hymn in Praise of Neptune 

Of Neptune's empire let us smg, 
At whose command the waves obey; 
To whom the rivers tribute pay, 
Down the high mountains sliding: 
To whom the scaly nation yields 
Homage for the crystal fields 

Wherein they dwell: 
And every sea-god pays a gem 
Yearly out of his wat'ry cell 
To deck great Neptune's diadem. 

The Tritons dancing in a ring 

Before his palace gates do make 

The water with their echoes quake, 

Like the great thunder sounding: 

The sea-nymphs chant their accents shrill, 

And the sirens, taught to kill 

With their sweet voice, 
Make ev'ry echoing rock reply 
Unto their gentle murmuring noise 
The praise of Neptune's empery. 

Thomas Campion. 

Homeward Bound 

Now to Blackwall Docks we bid adieu, 
To Suke, and Sal, and Kitty too. 
Our anchor's weighed, our sails unfurled, 
We are bound to plough the watery world. 
Hu%%ay nue are outward bound. 


Now the wind blows hard from the east-nor'-«ast, 

Our ship wiU sail ten knots at least, 

The purser will our wants supply. 

And while we've grog we will ne'er say die. 

And should we touch at Malabar, 
Or any other port as far, 
The purser he will tip the chink, 
And just like fishes we will drink. 
ffuzza^ Sec. 

And now our three years it is out, 
It's very nigh time we back'd about, 
And when we're home, and do get free. 
Oh! won't we have a jolly spree. 
ffuzza^ &c. 

And now we haul into the docks, 
Where all those pretty girls come in flocks, 
And one to the other they will say, 
'Oh! here comes Jack with his three years pay.' 
Huzvta^ &c. 

And now we haul to the Dog and Bell, 
Where there 's good liquor for to sell. 
In comes old Archer with a smile. 
Saying 'Drink, my lads, it's worth your while, 
For I see you are homeward bound.' 

But when our money's all gone and spent. 
And none to be borrowed nor none to be lent. 
In comes old Archer with a frown. 
Saying 'Get up. Jack, let John sit down. 
For I see you are outward bound.' 

• For Engtandy rphen^ Tvith favoring gale ^ 

For England, when, with fav'ring gale 
Our gallant ship up channel steer'd, 

And, scudding under easy sail, 

The high blue western land a^^pear'd. 

To heave the lead the seaman sprung. 

And to the pilot cheerly sung, 
By the deep nine. 

And bearing up to gain the port, 

Some well known object kept m ?iew; 

An Abbey-towV, an harbour fort, 
Or beacon, to the vessel true: 

While oft' the lead the seaman flung. 

And to the pilot cheerly sung. 
By the mark seven. 

And, as the much-lov'd shore we near, 
Widi transports we behold the roof 

Where dwelt a friend or partner dear, 
Of faith and love a matchless proof: 

The lead once more the seaman flung, 

And to the watchful pilot sung. 
Quarter less five. 





The Bay of Biscay 0! 

Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder, 

The ndn a deluge showers; 
The clouds were rent asunder 
By lightning's vivid powers! 
The night both drear and dark; 
Our poor deluded bark! 
TiU next day, 
There she lay. 
In the Bay of Biscay O ! 

Now, dash'd upon the billow, 
Her op'ning timbers creak: 
Each fears a wat'ry pillow! 

None stop the dr^idful leak! — 
To cling to slipp'ry shrouds 
Each breathless seaman tries. 
As she lay. 
Till the day. 
In the Bay of Biscay O ! 

At length the wish'd-for morrow 
Broke through the hazy sky; 
Absorb'd in silent sorrow. 

Each heav'd a Utter sigh! — 

The dismal wreck to view 

Struck horror to the crew. 

As she lay. 

On that day. 

In the Bay of Biscay O ! 


Her yielding timbers sever; 

Her pitchy seams are rent! 
When HeaVn (all bounteous ever) 

Its boundless mercy sentl 
A sail iirsight appears! 
We hail her with three cheers! 
Now we saU 
With the gale 
From the Bay of Biscay O ! 

Andrew Chkrrt. 

The Mid-watch 

When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come, 

And chilling mists hang o'er the darken'd main, 
Then sailors think of their far distant home, 
And of those friends they ne'er may see again. 

But when the fight's begun. 

Each serving at his gun, 
Should any thought of them come o'er our mind. 
We think, should but the day be won. 

How 'twill cheer 

Their hearts to hear 
That their old companion he was one ! 

Or, my lad, if you a mbtress kind 

Have left on shore, some pretty girl and true. 
Who many a night doth listen to the wind. 

And sighs to think how it may fare with you,— < 
O when the fight's begun, 
Each serving at his gun, 

D a3 


Should any thought of her come o'er your mind, 
Think, only should the day be won, 

How 'twill cheer 

Her heart to hear 
That her own true sailor he was one. 

R. B. Sheridan. 

^ I ama brisl^ and sprightly lad^ 

I AM a brisk and sprightly lad, 
But just come home from sea, sir. 

Of all the lives I eyer led, 
A sailor's life for me, sir. 


Yeo, yeo, yeo, 

Whilst the boatswain pipes all hands, 
With yeo, yeo, yeo. 

What girl but loves the merry tar. 

We o'er the ocean roam, sir. 
In every clime we find a port, 

In every port a home, sir. 

Yeo, &c. 

But when your country's foes are nigh, 

Each hastens to his guns, sh-. 
We make the boasting Frenchmen fly. 

And bang the haughty Dons, sir. 
Yeo, &c. 



Our foes reduc'd, once more on shore, 
We spend our cash with glee, sir, 

And when all's gone we crown our care. 
And out again to sea, sir. 

Yeo, &c. 

The Fisher* s Life 

What joy attends the fisher's life ! 

Blow, winds, blow! 
The fisher and his faithful wife! 

Row, boys, row ! 
He drives no plough on stubborn land. 
His fields are ready to his hand; 
No nipping frosts his orchards fear, 
He. has his autumn all the year ! 

The husbandman has rent to pay. 

Blow, winds, blow! 
And seed to purchase every day. 

Row, boys, row! 
But he who farms (he rolling deeps, 
Though never sowing, always reaps; 
The ocean's fields are fair and free, 
There are no rent days on the seal 

Da S5 


W^ll go to Sea no more 

Oh blythdy shines the bonnie sun 

Upon the isle of May, 
And blythely comes the morning tide 

Into St. Andrew's Bay. 
Then up, gude-man, the breeze is fair, 

And up, my braw bairns three; 
There's gold in yonder bonnie boat 

That 3ails so well die sea ! 

When life's last son goes feebly down. 
And death comes to our door. 
When all the world's a dream to us, 
We'll go to sea no more. 

I've seen the waves as blue as air, 

I've seen them green as grass; 
But I never feared their heaving yet, 

From Grangemouth to the Bass. 
I've seen the sea as black as pitch, 

I've seen it white as snow: 
But I never feared its foaming yet. 

Though the winds blew high or low. 

I never liked the landsman's life. 

The earth is aye the same; 
Give me the ocean for my dower, 

My vessel for my hame. 
Give me the fields that no man ploughs, 

The &rm that pays no fee: 
Give me the bonnie fish, that glance 

So gladly through the sea. 


The sun is up, and round Inchkeith 

The breezes softly blaw; 
The gude-man has the lines aboard — 

Awa', my bairns, awa'. 
An' ye '11 be back by gloaming grey, 

An' bright the fire will low, 
An' in your tales and songs we'll tell 

How weel the boat ye row. 


A Cruising we mil go 

Behold upon the swelling seas, 

With streaming pendants gay. 
Our gallant ship invites the waves, 

While glory leads the way. 
And a cruising we will go,-— oho, oho, oho, 
And a cruising we will go,— oho, oho, oho, 
And a cruising we will go,— o — oho. 

And a cruising we will go. 

Ye beauteous maids, your smiles bestow, 

For if you prove unkind, 
How can we hope to beat the foe? 

We leave our hearts behind. 

When a cruising, &c* 

See Hardy's flag once more displa/d. 

Upon the deck he stands; 
Britannia's glory ne'er can fade, 

Or tarnish in his hands. 

So a cruising, Ac. 



Be Britain to herself but true, 
To France defiance hurPd: 

Gi?e peace, America, with yoo, 
And war with all the world. 

And a cruising, ftc. 

Sang and Chorus of Sailors 

Old England to thyself be true, 

Firm as this rock thy fame shall stand : 

The sword that Eliott, Curtis drew. 
Be never wanted through the land: 

Join then this prayer, our foes shall rue, 

Let England to herself be true. 

Though foes on foes contending throng, 
And dreadful havock threaten round, 

Thy flaming bolts shall whirl along. 

Throughout the world thy thunders sound: 

Nought then on earth shall make us rue. 

Let England to herself be true. 

What, though no grand alliance share 
Each warlike, envied deed of thine ; 

'Tis doubly glorious thus to dare 
Against the worid in arms to shine. 

Nought then shall make Britannia rue, 

Let Britons to themselves be true. 

^ Come^ comey my jolly lads I ^ 

Come, come, my jolly lads ! 

The wind's abaft: 
Brisk gales our sails shall crowd; 
Come, bustle, bustle, bustle, boys, 

Haul the boat; 
The boatswain pipes aloud; 

The ship's unmoor'd; 

All hands on board; 

The rising gale 

Fills ev'ry sail 
The ship's well mann'd and stor'd. 

Then sling the flowing bowl — 
Fond hopes arise — 
The girls we prize 

Shall bless each jovial soul: 
The can, boys, bring — 
We'll drink and sing. 

While foaming billows roll. 

Tho' to the Spanish coast 
We're bound to steer. 

We'll still our rights maintain; 

Then bear a hand, be steady, boys. 
Soon we'll see 

Old England once again: 

. From shore to shore 

While cannons roar. 


Our urs shall show 
The haughty foe 
Britannia rules the main. 

Then slin^ the flowing bowl, Ac. 

< All Hands Up aloft'' 

All Hands up aloft, 

Swab the Coach fore and aft, 
For the Punch Clubbers strait will be sitting; 

For fear the Ship rowl, 

Sling off a full Bowl, 
For our Honour let all things be fitting: 

In an Ocean of Punch 

We to Night will all sail, 

I' th' Bowl we're in Sea Room, 

Enough we ne'er fear; 

Here's to thee Mess-mate, 

Thanks honest Tom, 

Tis a Health to the King, 

Whilst the Larboard Man drinks. 

Let the Starboard Man sing, 

With full double Cups, 
WiU Liquor our Chapsy 
And then we*U turn out. 
With a Who up, Who, Who, 
But let '/ drink e^er *u}e go, 
But let^s drink e*er we go. 

Punch Clubbers] members of a Punch Club. 


The Wnds veering aft, 

Then loose ev'iy Sail, 
She'll bear all her Topsails a-trip: 

Heave the Logg from the Poop, 

It blows a fresh Gale, 
And a just Account on the Board keep: 

She runs the eight knots, 
And eight Cups to my thinking, 

That's a Cup for each Knot, 
Must be fill'd for our Drinking; 

Here's to thee Skipper, 

Thanks honest Johriy 

'Tis a Health to the King, 

Whilst the one is drinking. 

The other shall fill, 
mthfuil, &c. 

The Quartier must Cun, 
Whilst the foremast-man steers; 
Here's a Health to each Port where'er bound. 
Who delays 'tis a Bumper, 
Shall be drubb'd at the Geers; 
The Depth of each Cup therefore sound : 
To our noble Commander 
To his Honour and Wealth, 
May he drown and be damn'd, 
That refuses the Health: 
Here's to thee honest Harry ^ 
Thanks honest Wil!^ 
Old true Penny still. 
Whilst the one is a drinking, 
The other shall fill. 
With full, &c. 
Quartier] Quarter-inaster. Cun] direct the course. 



What News on the Deck ho? 

It Uows a meer Stonii; 
She lies a try under her Mizen, 

Why what tho' she does, 

Will it do any Harm? 
If a Bumper more does us all Reason : 

The Bowl must be fill'd Boys, 

In sjnght of the Weather, 
Yea, yea, huzza, let's howl altogether; 

Here's to thee /Vrw-, 

Thanks honest Joe^ 

About let it go; 

In the Bowl still a Calm is 

Where'er the Winds blow. 
Wtthfutt, Ac. 


J^le Britannia 

When Britain first, at Heaven's command, 
Arose from out the azure main. 

This was the charter of the land, 
And guardian angels sung this strain: 

^ Rule, Britannia ! Britannia rule the waves ! 
Britons never will be slaves.' 

The nations not so bless'd as thee 

Must in their turn to tyrants fall; 
While thou shalt flourish great and free, 
The dread and envy of them all. 
Rule, Britannia, &c. 

meer] absolute. 


Still more majestic shalt thou rise, 

More dreadful from each foreign stroke; 

As the loud blast that tears the skies 
Serves but to root thy nati?e oak. 
Rule, Britannia, ftc. 

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; 

All their attempts to bend thee down 
WiU but arouse diy generous flame. 

And work their woe and thy renown. 
Rule, Britannia, &c. 

To thee belongs the rural reign; 

Thy cities shall with commerce shine; 
All thine shall be the subject main. 

And every shore it circles thine. 
Rule, Britannia, &c. 

The Muses, still with freedom found, 

Shall to thy happy coast repair; 
Bless'd isle! with matchless beauty crown'd. 
And manly hearts to guard the fair. 

Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never shall be slaves! 

James Thomson. 




Hearts of Oak 

Come cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, 
To add something new to this wonderful year; 
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, 
For who are so free as the sons of the waves ? 

Hearts of Oak are our ships. Hearts of Oak are our men, 

We always are ready, 

Steady, boys, steady, 
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. 

We ne'er meet our foes but we wish them to stay, 
They ne'er meet us but they wish us away; 
If they run, then we follow, and drive them ashore, 
For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more. 
Hearts of Oak, &c. 

Monsieur Thurot in the absence of Boyce, 
Went over to Ireland to brag the dear boys; 
Near Man, Elliot met him, and gave him a blow. 
Which sent him to tell it to Pluto below. 
Hearts of Oak, &c. 

They talk to invade us, these terrible foes. 
They frighten our women, our children, and beaux; 
But, if their flat bottoms in darkness come o'er. 
Sure Britons they'll find to receive them on shore. 
Hearts of Oak, &c. 


Well make them to run, and we'll make them to sweat, 
In spite of the Devil and RusseFs Gazette ; 
Then cheer up my lads, with one heart let us sing, 
Our soldiers, our sailors, our sutesmen, our king. 
Hearts of Oak, &c. 

D. Gamuck. 


Tom Bawling 

Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, 

The darling of our crew; 
No more he'll hear the tempest howling, 

For death has broach'd him to. 
His form was of the manliest beauty, 

His heart was kind and soft. 
Faithful, below, he did his duty; 

But now he 's gone aloft. 

Tom never from his word departed. 

His virtues were so rare. 
His friends were many and true-hearted. 

His Poll was kind and fair: 
And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly. 

Ah, many's the time and oft! 
But mirth is turned to melancholy. 

For Tom is gone aloft. 

Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather. 

When He, who all conmiands. 
Shall give, to call life's crew together, 

The word to pipe all hands. 



Thus Death, who kings axxl tars despatches, 

In Tam Tom's life has dofPd, 
For, though his body's under hatches, 

His soul has gone aloft. 

Charlis Dibdin. 

Ben Backstay 

BxN Backstay was a boatswain, 

A very jolly boy, 
No lad thttd he more merrily 

Could pipe all hands ahoy. 
And when unto his summons 

We did not wdl attend. 
No lad than he more merrily 

Could handle a rope's end. 

Singing Chip cho, cherry cho, 
Fol de riddle ido. {hu,) 

It chanced one day our captain, 

A very jolly dog. 
Served out to all the company 

A double share of grog. 
Ben Backstay he got tipsy. 

Unto his heart's content, 
And being half seas over, 

Why oveiboard he went. 
Singing Chip cho, &c. 


A shark was on the larboard bow: 

Sharks don't on manners stand. 
But grapple all they come near, 

Just like your sharks on land. 
We heaved Ben out some tackling, 

Of saving him in hopes; 
But the shark he tnt his head off, 

So he couldn't see the ropes. 
Singing Chip cho, Ac. 

Without his head his ghost appeared 

All on the briny lake: 
He piped all hands aloft, and said: 

^Lads, warning by me take: 
By drinking grog I lost my life, 

So, lest my fate you meet. 
Why, never mix your liquors, lads. 

But always drink them neat' 
Singing Chip cho, &c. 


The Naval Subaltern \ . Cr^* 

BxN Block was a veteran of naval renown, 
And renown was his only reward; 
For the Board still neglected his merits to crown, 
As DO interest he had with my Lord. 

Yet brave as old Benbow was sturdy old Ben, 
And he laughed at the cannon's loud roar; 
When the death-dealing broadsides made worm's- 

meat of men 
And the scuppers were streaming with gore! 




Nor could a Lieutenant's poor stipend provoke 
The staunch tar to despise scanty prog; 
But his biscuit he'd crack, turn his quid, crack his joke, 
And drown care in a jorum of grog. 

Thus year after year, in a subaltern state, 

Poor Ben for his King fought and bled. 

Till time had unrooPd all his thatch from his pate, 

And the hair from his temples had fled! 

When on humbly saluting with sinciput bare. 

The first Lord of Admiralty once : 

Says his Lordship 'Lieutenant, you've lost all your 

Since I last had a peep at your sconce.' 

*Why, my Lord,' replied Ben, 'it with truth may 

be said. 
While a bald pate I long have stood under, 
There have so many Captains walk'd over my head. 
That to see me quite scalp'd were no wonder ! ' 

Poor Jack 

Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do ye see, 

'Bout danger, and fear and the like; 
A tight water-boat and good sea-room give me, 

And it ent to a little I'll strike; 
Though the tempest top-gallant masts smack smooth 
should smite, 
And shiver each splinter of wood, 


Clear the wreck, stow the yards, and bouse everything 

And under reePd foresail we^ll scud: 
Avast! nor don't think me a milksop so soft 

To be taken for trifles aback; 
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft, 

To keep watch for the life of poor Jack ! 

I heard the good chaplain palaver one day 
About souk, heaven, mercy, and such; 
And, my timbers! what lingo he'd coil and belay, 
Why, 'twas just all as one as High Dutch: 
i For he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see, 

[ Without orders that come down below; 

And a many fine things that proved clearly to me 
I That Providence takes us in tow: 

; For, says he, do you mind me, let storms e'er so oft 

Take the top-sails of sailors aback. 
There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft. 
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack ! 

I said to our Poll, for, d'ye see, she would cry. 

When last we weigh'd anchor for sea. 
What argufies sniv'ling and piping your eye? 

Why, what a damn'd fool you must be! 
Can't you see, the world 's wide, and there's room for 
us all. 

Both for seamen and lubbers ashore? 
And if to old Davy I should go, friend Poll, 

Why you never will hear of me more: 
What then ? all's a hazard : come, don't be so soft ; 

Perhaps I may laughing come back, 
For, d'ye see, diere's a cherub sits smiling aloft, 

To keep watch for the life of poor Jack ! 

B 49 


D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch 

All as one as a piece of the ship, 
And with her brave the world without offerbg to flinch. 

From the moment the anchor's a-trip. 
As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides, and ends, 

Nought's a trouble from duty that springs, 
For my heart is my Poll's and my rhino 's my friend's. 

And as for my life, 'tis the king's : 
Even when my time comes, ne'er believe me so soft 

As for grief to be taken aback. 
For the same little cherub that sits up aloft 

Will look out a good berth for poor Jack! 

Charles Dibdin. 


Tom Tough 

My name, d'ye see, 's Tom Tough, Pve seen a little 
Where mighty billows roll and loud tempests blow ; 
I've sail'd with gallant Howe, I've sail'd with noble 
And in valiant Duncan's fleet I've sung out Yo, 
heave ho ! 

Yet more ye shall be knowing, — 
I was coxon to Boscawen, 
And even with brave Hawke have I nobly faced the 

Then put round the grog,— 
So we've that and our prog, 
We'll laugh in Care's face, and sing Yo, heave ho! 


When from my love to part I first weighM anchor, 
And she was sniv'ling seed on the beach below, 
I*d like to've cotchM my eyes sniv'ling too, d'ye see, 
to thank her, 
But I brought up my sorrows with a Yo, heave ho ! 
For sailors, though they have their jokes, 
And love and feel like other folks. 
Their duty to neglect must not come for to go; 
So I seized the capstan bar. 
Like a true honest tar. 
And, in spite of tears and sighs, sung out Yo, heave 

But the worst on't was that time when the little ones 

were sickly. 

And if they'd live or die the doctor did not know ; 

The word was given to weigh so sudden and so quickly, 

I thought my heart would break as I sung Yo, heave 


For Poll's so like her mother. 
And as for Jack, her brother. 
The boy when he grows up will nobly face the foe: 
But in Providence I trust. 
For you see what must be must, 
So my sighs I gave the winds and sung out Yo, 
heave ho! 

And now at last laid up in a decentish condition. 

For Fve only lost an eye, and got a timber toe; 
But old ships must expect in time to be out of com- 
Nor again the anchor weigh with Yo, heave ho! 
So I smoke my pipe and sing old songs,— 
For my boy shall well revenge my wrongs, 
S3 5> 


And my girl shall breed young sailors, noUy for to 
face the foe; — 

Then to country and king, 
Fate can no danger bring, 
While the tars of Old England sing out Yo, heare ho ! 

Charles Dibdin. 

Jack l{obinson 

The perils and the dangers of the voyage {>ast, 
And the ship at Portsmouth arrived at last, 
The sails all furled, and the anchor cast. 
The happiest of the crew was Jack Robinson. 
For his Poll he had trinkets and gold galore, 
Besides Prize Money quite a store. 
And along with the crew, he went ashore, 
As Coxwain to the boat. Jack Robinson. 

He met with a man, and said, ^I say. 

Perhaps you may know one Polly Gray? 

She lives somewhere hereabout ' ; the man said, ' Nay, 

I do not, indeed,' to Jack Robinson. 

So says Jack to him, 'I have left my ship. 

And all my messmates, they gave me the slip. 

Mayhap you'll partake of a good can of flip ? 

For you're a good sort of fellow,' says Jack Robinson. 

In a public house, then, they both sat down. 
And talked of Admirals of high renown. 
And drank as much grog as came to half a crown. 
This here strange man, and Jack Robio^son. 



Then Jack call'd out the reckoning to pay, 
The landlady came in, in fine array, 
'My eyes and limbs, why here's Polly Gray! 
Who'd have thought of meeting here!' says Jack 

The landlady staggered against the wall. 
And said, at first, she didn't know him at all. 
* Shiver me,' says Jack, 'why here's a pretty squall, 
D— n me, don't you know me ? I'm Jack Robmson ! 
Don't you remember this handkerchief you giv'd me ! 
'Twas three years ago, before I went to sea, 
Every day I've looked at it, and then I thought of thee. 
Upon my soul, I have,' says Jack Robinson. 

Says the Lady, says she, 'I have changed my state.' 
' Why I you don't mean,' says Jack, 'that you've got 

a mate? 
You know you promised — ' Says she, ' I could not 

For no tidings could I gain of you, Jack Robinson; 
And somebody, one day, came up to me and said, 
That somebody else, had somewhere read 
In some newspaper, as how you were dead.' 
'I've not been dead at all,' says Jack Robinson. 

Then he tum'd his quid, and finish'd his glass, 
Hitch'd up his trousers, 'Alas! alas! 
That ever I should live to be made such an ass! 
To be bilked by a woman/ says Jack Robinson. 
'But to fret and to stew about it's all in vain, 
I'll get a ship and go to Holland, France and Spain, 
No matter where, to Portsmouth I'll ne'er come again,' 
And he was off before you could say, Jack Robinson. 


Jack the Guinea^Pig 

WifEN the anchor 's weigh 'd and the ship 's unmoored, 

And the landsmen lag behind, sir, 
The sailor joyful skips on board, 

And, swearing, prays for a wind, sir: 

Towing here, 

Yehoing there. 

Steadily, readily. 

Cheerily, merrily. 
Still from care and thmking free, 
Is a sailor's life, at sea. 

When we sail with a fresh'ning breeze. 

And landsmen all grow sick, sir, 
The sailor lolls, with his mind at ease. 
And the song and the can go. quick, sir : 
Laughing here. 
Quaffing there. 
Steadily, &c. 

When the wind at night whistles o'er the deep. 

And sings to landsmen dreary, 
The sailor fearless goes to sleep. 
Or takes his watch most cheary: 
Boozing here. 
Snoozing there. 
Steadily, &c. 

When the sky grows black and the wind blows hard 
And landsmen skulk below, sir, 



Jack mounts up to the top-sail yard. 
And turns his quid as he goes, sir: 
Hawling here, 
Bawling there,- .. 
Steadily, &c. 

When the foaming waves run mountains high, 

And landsmen cry 'All's gone', sir. 
The sailor hangs 'twixt sea and sky. 
And he jokes with Davy Jones, sir! 
Dashing here, 
Clashing there, 
Steadily, &c. 

When the ship, d'ye see, becomes a wreck. 

And landsmen hoist the boat, sir, 

The sailor scorns to quit the deck. 

While a single plank's afloat, sir: 

Swearing here. 

Tearing there. 

Steadily, &c. 


^ Te Mariners of England ' 

Ye Mariners of England, 

That guard our native seas! 
Whose flag has braved a thousand years 

The battle and the breeze !• 
Your glorious standard launch again 

To match another foe; 
And sweep through the deep, 

While the stormy winds do blow! 



While the battle rages load and long, 
And the stormy winds do blow. 

The spirits of your fathers 

Shall start from every ware— 
For the deck it was their field of fame, 

And Ocean was their grave: 
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell 

Your manly hearts shall glow, 
As ye sweep through the deep, 

While the stormy winds do blow! 
While the battle rages loud and long, 

And the stormy winds do blow. 

Britannia needs no bulwarks, 

No towers along the steep; 
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, 

Her home is on the deep. 
With thunders from her native oak 

She quells the floods below, 
As they roar on the shore, 

When the stormy winds do blow! 
When the battle rages loud and long, 

And the stormy winds do blow. 

The meteor flag of England 

Shall yet terrific bum; 
Till danger's troubled night depart 

And the star of peace return. 
Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! 

Our song and feast shall flow 
To the fame of your name, 

When the storm has ceased to blow! 


When the fiery fight is heard no more, 
And the storm has ceased to blow. 

T. Caxpbell. 


A Sea Song 

A WKT sheet and a flowing sea, 

A wind that follows fast 
And fills the white and rustling sail 

And bends the gallant mast; 
And bends the gallant mast, my boys, 

While like the eagle free 
Away the good ship flies, and leaves 

Old England on the lee. 

O for a soft and gentle wind! 

I heard a fair one cry; 
But give to me the snoring breeze 

And white waves heaving high; 
And white waves heaving high, my lads, 

The good ship tight and free — 
The world of waters is our home, 

And merry men are we. 

There 's tempest in yon horned moon, 

And lightning in yon cloud; 
But hark the music, mariners! 

The wind is piping loud; 
The Mond is piping loud, my boys, 

The lightnmg flashes free — 
While the hollow oak our palace is, 

Our heritage the sea. 

Allan Cunningham. 



Sir Patrick Spans 

The kmg sits in Dumfermline town 
Drinking the blude-red wine; 

^O whare will I get a skeely skipper 
To sail this new ship o' mine?' 

O up and spak an eldern knight, 
Sat at the king's right knee; 

'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor 
That ever sail'd the sea.' 

Our king has written a braid letter, 
And seal'd it with his hand, 

And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, 
Was walking on the strand. 

*To Noroway, to Noroway, 
To Noroway o'er the faem; 

The king's daughter o' Noroway, 
'Tis thou must bring her hame.' 

The first word that Sir Patrick read 
So loud, loud laugh'd he; 

The neist word that Sir Patrick read 
The tear blinded his e'e. 

'O wha is this has done this deed 
And tauld the king o' me, 

To send us out, at this time o' year. 
To sail upon the sea? 

ikeely] ikUfiil. 


^Be it wmd, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, 

Our ship must sail the faem; 
The king's daughter o' Noroway, 

'Tis we must fetch her hame,' 

They hoysed their sails on Monenday mom, 

Wi* a* the speed they may; 
They hae landed in Noroway 

Upon a Wodensday. 

' Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a* ! 

Our gude ship sails the mom/ 
'Now ever alack, my master dear, 

I fear a deadly storm, 

'I saw the new moon late yestreen, 

Wi' the auld moon in her arm; 
And if we gang to sea, master, 

1 fear we'll come to harm.' 

They hadna sail'd a league, a league, 

A league but barely three. 
When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, 

And gurly grew the sea. 

The ankers brak, and the topmast lap, 

It was sic a deadly storm: 
And the waves cam owre the broken ship 

Till a' her sides were tom. 

*Go fetch a web o' the silken claith. 

Another o' the twine. 
And wap them into our ship's side, 

And let nae the sea come in.' 

lift] sky. lap] sprang. 



They fetched a web o' the silken claith, 

.Ajiother o' the twine, 
And they wappM them round that glide ship's side, 

But still the sea came in. 

O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords 

To wet their cork-heelM shoon; 
But lang or a' the play was play'd 

They wat their hats aboon. 

And mony was the feather bed 

That flatter'd on the faem; 
And mony was the gude lord's son 

That never mair cam hame. 

O lang, lang may the ladies sit, 

Wi' their fans into their hand, 
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens 

Come sailing to the strand I 

And lang, lang may the maidens sit 
Wi' their gowd kames in their hair, 

A -waiting for their ain dear loves! 
For them they'll see nae mair. 

Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour, 

'Tis fifty fathoms deep; 
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, 

Wi* the Scots lords at his feet! 

flatter'd] tossed afloat. kames] combs. 


The Saylot^s only Delight 

Shewing the brave Fight hePween the George- 

Aloe^ the Sweepstake, and certain 

Frenchmen at Sea 

The George-jiloe^ and the Sweepstake^ too, 

with hey, with hoe, for and a nony no, 

O, they were Marchant men, and bound for Sqfeej 
and alongst the cost of Barbary. 

The George- Aloe to Anchor came, 

with hey, &c. 
And the jolly Sweepstake kept on her way, 

and alongst, &c. 

They had not sailed leagues two or three, 

with hey, &c. 
But they met with a Frenchman of war upon the Sea, 

and alongst, &c. 

All hayl, all hayl, you lusty Gallants, 

with hey, &c. 
Of whence is your fair Ship, whether are you bound ? 

and alongst, &c. 

We are Englishmen, and bound for Sqfeey 

with hey, &c. 
Of whence is your fair Ship, or whether are you bound ? 

and alongst, &c. 

Amain, amain, you gallant Englishman, 

with hey, Ac 
Come, you French Swads, and strike down your sails, 

and alongst, ftc. 



They laid us aboord on the Star-boord side, 

with hey, &c. 
And they overthrew us into the Sea so wide, 

and alongst, ftc. 

When tidings to the Gwrge^Aloe came, 

with hey, &c. 
That the jolly Sweepstake by a Frenchman was tane, 

and alongst, &c. 

To top, To top, thou little Ship-boy, 

with hey, &c. 
And see if this Frenchman of war thou canst descry, 

and alongst, &c. 

A Sayl, a Sayl, under our Lee, 

widi hey, &c. 
Yea, and another under her obey, 

and alongst, &c. 

Weigh anchor. Weigh anchor, O jolly Boat-swain, 

with hey, &c. 
We will take this Frenchman^ if we can, 

and alongst, &c. 

We had not sayled leagues two or three, 

with hey, &c. 
But we met the Frenchman of war upon the Sea, 

and alongst, &c. 

All hayl. All hayl, you lusty Gallants, 

with hey, &c. 
Of whence is your faire Ship, and whether is it 

and alongst, Slc, 


0, we are Merchant-men and bound for Scfee^ 

with hey, &c. 

1, and we are French-men, and war upon the Sea, 

and alongst, &c. 

Amain, Amain, you English Dogs, 

with hey, &c. 
Come aboord, you French rogues, and strike down 
your sayls, 

and alongst, &c. 

The first good shot that the George- Aloe shot, 

with hey, &c. 
He made the Frenchmen's hearts sore afraid, 

and alongst, &c. 

The second shot the Gearge-Aloe did afford, 

with hey, &c. 
He strook their Main-mast over the board, 

and alongst, &c. 

Have mercy, have mercy, you brave English men, 

with hey, &c. 
O what have you done with our Brethren on shore, 

as they sayled into Barbarie? 

We laid them aboord on the Star-boord side, 

with hey, &c. 
And we threw them into the Sea so wide, 

and alongst, &c. 

Such mercy as you have shewed unto them, 

with hey, &c. 
Even the like mercy shall you have againe, 

and alongst, &c* 



We laid them aboord on the Lardboord side, 

with hey, See* 
Axid we threw them into the Sea so wide, 

and alongst, &c. 

Lord, how it grieres our hearts full Sore, 

with hey, &c. 
To see the drowned Frenchmen swim along the shore, 

and alongst, &c. 

Now gaDant Seamen all, adieu, 

with hey, &c. 
This is the last news that I can write to you, 

to England's Coast from Barbarie. 

Andrew Barton 

A true Relation of the Life and Death of 

Sir Andrew Barton^ a Tirate and 

Rover on the Seas 

To the tune of^ ^Come, follow me. Love/ 

When Flora with her fragrant flowers 

bedeckt the earth so trim and gay. 
And Neptune with his dainty showers, 

came to present the month of May: 
King Henry would a progresse ride, 

over the River Thames past he, 
Unto a Mountaines top also, 

did walke some pleasure for to see. 


Where forty Merchants he espied, 

with swiftest saile came towards him, 
Who then no sooner were arrived, 

but on their knees did thus complaine: 
And't like your Grace, we cannot saile, 

to France no voyage to be sure, 
But Sir Andrev) Barton makes us quaile, 

and robs us of our Merchants ware. 

Vext was the King, and turned him, 

said to his Lords of best degree, 
Have I nere a Lord in all my Realme, 

dare fetch that Traitor unto me: 
To him repli'd Lord Charks Howard^ 

I will, my Liege, with heart and hand; 
If it please you grant me leave, he said, 

I will performe what you command. 

To him then spake King Henry y 

I feare my Lord you are too young: 
No whit at all my Liege, quoth he, 

I hope to proove in valour strong: 
The Scottish Knight I vow to seeke, 

in place wheresoever that he be. 
And bring on shore with all his might, 

or into Scotland he shall carry me. 

A hundred men, the King then said, 

out of my Realme shall chosen be, 
Besides Saylors, and Ship-boys, 

to guide a great Ship on the Sea. 
Bow-men and Gunners of good skill, 

shall for this service chosen be, 
And they at thy command and will, 

in all af&ires shall waite on theet 


Lord Howard cald a Gunner then, 

who was the best of all the Realme, 
His age was threescore yeares and ten, 

one Peter Simon was his name. 
My Lord cald then a Bow-man rare, 

whose active hands had gained fame, 
A Gentleman borne in Torlethire 

and JVt^am Horsly was his name.. 

Horily, quoth he, I must to sea, 

to seeke a Traytor with great speed, 
Of an hundred bow-men brave, quoth he, 

I have chosen thee to be my head: 
If you, my Lord, have chosen me, 

of an hundred men to be the head, 
Upcm maine Mast He hanged be, 

if twelve score I misse one shilling breadth. 

Lord Howard then of courage bold, 

went to the sea with pleasant cheere, 
Not curb'd with winters piercing cold, 

though it was the stormy time of the yeare. 
Not long had he beene on the seas, 

no more then da3res in number three, 
Till one Henry Hunt he then espied, 

a Merchant of Newcastle was he. 

To him Lord Howard cald out amaine, 

and strictly charged him to stand. 
Demanding then from whence he came, 

and where he did intend to land. 
The Merchant then made answer soone 

with heavy heart and carefidl minde: 
My Lord, my ship it doth belong 

unto New'Ca^tle upon Tine. 



Canst thou me shew, the Lord did say, 

as thou didst sayle by day and night, 
A Scottish Rover who lyes on Sea, 

his name is Sir Andrew Barton knight. 
Then to him the Merchant said, and sigh'd 

with a grieved mind and a wellaway. 
But over well I know that wight, 

for I was his prisoner but yesterday. 

As I, my Lord, did passe from France 

a Burdcaux voyage to take so far, 
I met Sir Andrew Barton thence, 

who rob'd me of my Merchants ware. 
And mickle debts (Grod knowes) I owe, 

and every man did crave his owne. 
And I am bound to London now, 

of our gracious King to beg a boone. 

Ths Second Part. 
To the same tune. 

Shew me him, said Lord Howard then, 

let me but once that villaine see, 
And for one penny he hath from thee tane, 

He double the same with shillings three. 
Now (God forbid) my Lord, quotii he, 

I feare your ayme that you will misse, 
God blesse you from his tyranny, 

for you little know what man he is. 

He is brasse within and Steele without, 
his ship most huge and very strong: 

With eighteene pieces strong and stout, 
he carieth on each side along: 

F 2 67 


With beames from her Top-castle, 

as also being huge and high, 
That neither English nor Portugall, 

can Sir Andrew Barton passe by. 

Hard news thou shewest, then saith my Lord, 

to welcome strangers to the Sea, 
But as I said He bring him aboord, 

or into Scotland he shall carry me: 
The Merchant said, if you will do so, 

take counsell then I pray withall, 
Let no man to his topcasde goe, 

nor strive to let his beames downe fall. 

Lend me seven pieces of Ordinance then, 

of either side my ship, quoth he, 
And tomorrow my Lord twixt sixe and seven, 

againe I will your honour see: 
A glasse He set that may be seene, 

whether you saile by day or night: 
And to morrow surely before seven 

you shal see Sir Andrew Barton knight. 

The Merchant set my Lord a glasse, 

so well apparant to his sight, 
Then on the morrow, as his promise was, 

he saw Sir Andrew Barton knight. 
The Lord then swore a mighty oath, 

now by the heavens that be of might, 
By faith believe me and by truth, 

I thinke he is a worthy weight. 

Fetch me my Lyon out of hand, 

saith the Lord, with Rose and Streamers hye, 

weight] wight. 


Set up withall a Willow wand, 
that Merchant like I may passe by. 

Thus bravely Lord Howard past, 
and did on Anchor ride so high, 

No top-sale downe at all he cast, 
but as his foe did him defie. 

A piece of Ordinance soone was shot, 

by the proud Pirate fiercely then, 
Into Lord Howards middle Deck, 

which cruell shot killed fourteen men. 
He called then Peter Simon he 

looke now thy word do stand in stead, 
For thou shalt be hanged on maine Mast, 

if thou misse twelve score one penny bred. 

Then Peter Simon gave a shot, 

which did Sir Andrew mickle scarre. 
In at his Decke it came so hot, 

kill'd fifty of his men of war. 
Alas, then said the Pirate stout, 

I am in danger now I see, 
This is some Lord I greatly doubt, 

that's now set on to conquer me. 

Then Henry Hunt with rigor hot, 

came bravely on his other side, 
Who likewise shot in at his decke, 

and kild five of his men beside. 
Then out alas. Sir Andrew cri'd, 

what may a man now thinke or say. 
Yon Merchant theefe that pierceth me, 

he was my prisoner but yesterday. 

one penny bred] by a penny's breadth. 



Then did he on one GonSan call, 

unto Tojxastle for to goe, 
And bid his beames he should let fall, 

for I greatly feare an OTerthrow. 
The Lord cald Horsly then in hast, 

looke that thy word stand now in stead, 
For thou shalt be hanged on maine Mast, 

if thou misse twelve score a finger bred.- 

Then up Mast tree then swarmed he, 

this stout and mighty GorJsan, 
But Horsly he most happily 

shot him under the collor bone: 
Then called he of his Nephew then, 

saith, sisters sonnes I have no moe. 
Three hundred pounds He give to thee, 

if thou wilt to Top castle goe. 

Then stoutly he began to climbe, 

and from the Mast scomd to depart. 
But Horsly soone prevented him, 

and deadly pierc'd him to the heart. 
His men being slaine then up amaine, 

did this stout Pirat climbe with speed, 
For armour of proofe he had put on, 

and did not dint of Arrow dread. 

Come hither Horsly^ then said the Lord, 

see that thy arrow ayme aright: 
Great meanes to thee I will afford 

and if thou speed lie make thee knight. 
Sir Andrew he did climbe up the tree, 

with right good will, and all his maine. 
Then upon the brest hit Horsly he, 

till the arrow did retume againe. 
;o hast] haste. finger bred] finger's breadth. 


Thes Hartly sped a privie place, 

with a perfect eye in a secret part, 
His arrow swiftly flew apace, 

and smote sir Andrew to the heart, 
Fight on, fight on my merry men all, 

a little I am hurt yet not slaine, 
lie but lie downe and bleed a while, 

and come and fight with you againe. 

And do not, saith he, feare English Rogues 

and of your Foes stand in no awe. 
But stand fast by S. Andrewes crosse, 

untill you heare my whistle blow. 
They never heard his whistle blow, 

which made them all full sore afraid: 
Then Hortly said, my Lord, aboard, 

for now Sir Andrew Barioni dead. 

Then boorded they that gallant ship, 

with a right good wil and al their maine, 
Eighteenescore Scots alive in it, 

besides as many moe were slaine. 
The Lord went where sir Andrew lay, 

and quickly then cut off his head : 
I would forsweare England many a day, 

if thou wert alive as thou art dead. 

Thus from the wars Lord Howard came, 

with mickle joy, and triumphing. 
The Pirats head he brought along, 

for to present unto the King: 
Who Imefly then to him did say, 

before he knew well what was done, 
Where is the knight and Pirate gay, 

that I my selfe may be his doome. 



You may thanke God, then said the Lord, 

and foure men in this ship with me, 
That we are safely come to shore, 

sith you never had such an enemy, 
That's Henry Hunt and Peter Smoriy 

JVilHam Horily and Peter^t sonne: 
Therefore rewaitl them for their paine, 

for they did service at their tome. 

To the Merchant then the ELing did say, 

in liew of what he had from thee taine, 
I give to thee a Noble a day, 

sir Andrewei whistle and his Chaine, 
To Peter Simon a Crowne a day, 

and half a Crowne a day to Peter*s son, 
And that was for a shot so gay, 

which bravely brought sir Andrew down. 

Hortly I will make thee a knight, 

and in Yorkeshire there shalt thou dwell, 
Lord Howard shal Earle of Bury hight, 

for his title he hath deserved well. 
Seven shillings to our English men, 

who to this fight did stoutly stand, 
And 12 pence a day to the Scots, till they 

come to my brother King his Land. 



In Scotland there lived three brothers of late, 
In Scotland there lived brothers three; 

Now, the youngest cast lots with the other two. 
Which should go rob on the salt sea, 


The lot it did faU to bold Henry Martin — 

The youngest of all the three; 
And he had to turn robber all on the salt seas, 

To maintain his two brothers and he. 

He had not been sailing past a long winter's night, 
Past a long winter's night before day, 

Before he espied a lofty, fine ship, 
Come sailing all on the salt sea. 

'O ! where are you bound for?' cried Henry Martin, 
'O! where are you bound forf cried he. 

'I'm a rich loaded ship bound for fair England, 
I pray you to let me pass free.' 

' O, no ! O, no ! ' cried Henry Martin, 

'O, no! that never can be; 
Since I have turned robber all on the salt sea, 

To maintain my two brothers and me. 

Heave down your main tack, likewise your main tie, 

And lig yourself under my lee ; 
For your rich glowing gold I will take it away, 

And your fair bodies drown in the sea.' 

Then broadside to broadside they merrily fought, 

For fully two hours or three. 
When, by chance, Henry Martin gave her a broad-side, 

And right down to the bottom went she. 

Bad news! bad news! unto old England, 

Bad news I tell unto thee; 
For your rich glowing gold is all melted away, 

And your mariners are drown'd in the salt sea. 



Sir Walter J{aleigh Sailing in the 

Sir Walter Raleigh has built a Ship, 

in the Neatherlands, 
Sir Waiter Raleigh has built a Ship 

in the Neatherlands, 
And it is called the Sweet Trinity^ 
And was taken by the false Gallaly, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 

Is there never a Seaman bold 

In the Neatherlands? 
Is there never a Seaman bold 

in the Neatherlands? 
That will go take this false Gallaly, 
And to redeem the Sweet Trhuty, 

sailing in the Low-lands? 

Then spoke the little Ship-boy 

in the Neatherlands, 
Then spoke the little Ship-boy 

in the Neatherlands, 
Master, master, what will you give me? 
And I will take this false Gallaly, 
And release the Sweet Trinity, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 

I'le give thee gold, and I'le give thee fee, 

in the Neatherlands, 
I'le give thee gold, and Tie give thee fee, 

in the Neatherlands, 
And my eldest daughter thy wife shall be, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 



He set his breast, and away he did swim, 

in the Neatherlands, 
He set his breast, and away he did swim, 

in the Neatherlands, 
Until he came to the false Gallaly, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 

He had an Augor fit for the (n)once, 

in the Neatherlands, 
He had an Augor fit for the (n)once, 

in the Neatherlands; 
The which will bore 
Fifteen good holes at once, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 

Some were at Cards, and some at Dice, 

in the Neatherlands, 
Some were at Cards, and some at Dice, 

in the Neatherlands; 
Until the salt water flash'd in their eyes, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 

Some cut their hats and some cut their caps, 

in the Neatherlands, 
Some cut their hats and some their caps, 

in the Neatherlands; 
For to stop the salt-water gaps, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 

He set his breast and away did swim, 

in the Neatherlands, 
He set his breast and away did swim, 

in the Neatherlands; 
Until he came to his own Ship again, 

sailing in the Low-lands. 



I have done the work I have promised to do 

in the Neatherlands, 
I have done the work I ha?e promis'd to do 

in the Neatherlands ; 
For I have sunk the false Gallaly, 
And released the Sweet Trimtyj 

sailing in the Low-lands. 

You promis'd me gold, and you promised me fee, 

in the Neatherlands, 
You promisM me gold, and you promis'd me fee, 

in the Neatherlands; 
Your eldest daughter my wife she must be, 

sailing in the Lowlands. 

You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, 

in the Neatherlands, 
You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, 

in the Neatherlands; 
But my eldest daughter your wife shall never be, 

for sailing in the Low-lands. 

Then fare you well, you cozening Lord, 

in the Neatherlands, 
Then fare you well, you cozening Lord, 

in the Neatherlands; 
Seeing you are not so good as your word, 

for sailing in the Low-lands. 

And thus I shall conclude my Song, 

of the sailing in the Low-lands, 
And thus I shall conclude my Song, 

of the sailing in the Low-lands: 
Wishing all happiness to all Seamen, both old 
and young, 

in their sailing in the Low-lands. 


The Golden Vanity 

I HAVE a ship in the North Countrie, 
And she goes by the name of the Golden Vamty ; 
I'm afraid she will be taken by some Turkish gallee, 
As she sails on the Low Lands Low. 

Then up starts our little cabin boy, 

Saying, ^Master, what will you give me if I do them 

destroy ? ' 
* I will give you gold, I will give you store ; 
You shall have my daughter when I return on shore. 
If you sink them in the Low Lands Low/ 

The boy bent his breast, and away he jumpt in; 
He swam till he came to this Turkish galleon, 
As she laid on the Low Lands Low. 

The boy he had an auger to bore holes two at twice ; 
While some were playing cards, and some were playing 

He let the water in, and it dazzled in their eyes, 
And he sunk them in the Low Lands Low. 

The boy he bent his breast, and away he swam back 

Saying, 'Master, take me up, or I shall be slain. 
For I have sunk them in the Low Lands Low.' 

' I'll not take you up,' the master he cried, — 
'I'll not take you up,' the master replied; 
'I Moll kill you, I will shoot you, 1 will send you 
with the tide, 
I will sink you in the Low Lands Low.' 



Then for our owners some part he'l discount: 
But his fingers are pitcht together ; 

Where so much will stick, that little will mount, 
When he reckons the shares of either. 
Cbonu, Then cry one and all! &c. 


At sight of our gold the boatswain will bristle, 
But not finding his part 
He will break his proud heart, 
And hang himself strait i' th' chain of his whistle. 
Abaft and afore! 
Make way to the shore! 
Softly as fishes which slip through the stream. 

That we may catch their sentries napping. 
Poor little Diegos, they now little dream 
Of us brave warriors of Wapping. 
Chorus. Then cry one and all! 

Sir William Davenant. 

The Spanish Armada 

From mercilesse invaders, 
From wicked men's device, 

O God ! arise and helpe us. 
To quele owre enemies. 

Sinke deepe their potent navies. 

Their strength and corage breake, 
O God! arise and arm us. 
For Jesus Christ, his sake, 


Though cruel Spain and Panna 

With heathene legions come, 
O God! arise and ann us, 

We'll dye for owre home! 

We will not change owre Credo 
For Pope, nor boke, nor bell; 

And y£ the Devil come himself. 
We'll hounde him back to hell. 

Bishop Joh^i Still. 

Sir Francis Drake: or Eighty-Eight 

Sons Years of late, in Eighty Eight, 

As I do well remember a; 
It was, some say, on the Ninth of May, 

And some say in September a. 

The Spanish Train launch'd forth amain, 

With many a fine Bravado; 
Whereas they thought, but it prov'd nought, 

The Invincible Armado. 

There was a little Man that dwelt in Spain, 

That shot well in a Gun a; 
Don Pedro hight, as Black a Wight, 

As the Knight of the Sun a. 

G 8i 


King Philip made him Admiral, 

And bad him not to stay a; 
But to destroy both Man and Boy, 

And so to come away a. 

The Queen was then at Tilbury, 

What could we more desire a ; 
Sir Francis Drake, for Her sweet sake, 

Did set ^em all on Fire a. 

Away they ran by Sea and Land, 

So that One Man slew Three-score a; j 

And had not they run all away, ! 

O my Soul, we had killed more a. 

Then let them neither brag nor boast, ! 

For if they come again a, | 

Let them take heed they do not speed, I 

As they did they knew when a. | 

J The Spanish Armada 

In May fifteen hundred and eighty and eight, 

Cries Philip, the English I'll humble; 
IVe taken it into my Majesty's pate, 

And their lion, oh ! down he slM tumble. 
They lords of the sea I — then his sceptre he shook,- 

I'll prove it an arrant brayado. 
By Neptune! I'll sweep 'em all into a nook. 

With th' inyindble Spanish Armada! 


This fleet then sail'd out, and the winds they did 
Their guns made a terrible clatter; 
Our noble Queen Bess, 'cause she wanted to know, 
Quill'd her ruff and cried, *Pray what's the 
matter ? * 
'They say, my good Queen,' replied Howard so 
'The Spaniard has drawn his toledo; 
Cock sure that he'll thump us, and kick us about. 
With th' invincible Spanish Armada/ 

The Lord Mayor of London, a very wise man, 

What to do in this case vastly wonder'd; 
Says the Queen, ' Send in fifty good ships if you can/ 

Says my Lord, 'Ma'am, I'll send in a hundred.' 
Our fire-ships they soon struck their cannons all dumb, 

For the Dons run to ave and credo. 
Great Medina roars out, 'Sure the devil is come 

For th' invincible Spanish Armada.' 

On Effingham's squadron though all in a breast. 

Like open-mouth curs, they came bowling; 
His sugar-plums finding they could not digest. 

Away home they ran yelping and howling. 
Whene'er Britam's foes shall, with envy agog. 

In our Channel make such a bravado — 
Huzza, my brave boys ! we're still able to flog 

An invincible Spanish Armada! 
Huzza, my brave boys! &c. 

John O'Kssfe. 

6 2 as 



^ueen EliT^abeth^s Champion ,- 

or Great Britain^s Glory 

Being a f^ictory obtained by the young Earl 

oj Essex over the old Emperor of Germany y 

by a Fight at Sea^ in nnhich he took 

the Emperor^ s Son^ and brought 

him a Trisoner to §lueen 


Comb sound up your Trumpets and beat up your 
And let's go to Sea with a valiant good Cheer, 
In search of a mighty vast Nayy of Ships, 

The like has not been for tfaM^se fifty long Years. 
Raderer twOy tandaro te^ 
Raderer tandorer^ ran do re. 

The Queen she provided a Navy of Ships, 

With sweet flying Streamers so glorious to see. 

Rich Top and Top-Gallants, Captains and Lieutenants, 
Some forty, some fifty Brass-Pieces and three. 
Raderer twOj &c. 

They had not sail'd past a Week on the Seas, 
Not passing a Week and Days two or three. 
But they were aware of the proud Emperor, 
Both him and all his proud Company. 
Raderer twoy &c. 


When he beheld our powerful Fleet, 
Sailing a long in their Glory and pride, 

He was amaz'd at their Valour and Fame, 
Then to his warlike Commands he cr/d. 
Raderer two, &c. 

These were the Words of the old Emperor, 
Pray who is thit that is saiSng to me. 

If he he King that weareth a Crown^ 
Yet I am a better Man than he, 
Raderer two, &c. 

It is not a King nor Lord of a Crown, 

Which now to the Seas with his Navy is come, 

But the young Earl of Essex, the Queen's Lieutenant, 
Who fears no Foes in Christendom, 
Raderer two, &c. 

Oh ! is that Lord then come to the Seas ? 

Let us tack about, and be steering away, 
I have heard so much of his Father before, 

That I will not fight with young Essex To day. 
Raderer two, &c. 

Oh! then bespoke the Emperor's Son, 
As they were tacking and steering away. 

Give me. Royal Father, this Navy of S{h)ips, 
And I will go fight with Essex To day. 
Raderer two, &c. 

Take them with all my Heart, loving Son, 

Most of them are of a capital Size, 
But should he do as his Father has done, 

Farewel thine Honour and mine likewise. 
Raderer two, &c. 


With Cannons hot, and thundering Shot, 
These two Gallants fought on the Main, 

And as it was young Essex^s Lot 

The Emperoi^s Son by him was ta'en. 
Raderer twoy Ac. 

Give me my Son the Emperor cr3r'd, 
Who you this Day have taken from me, 

And I'll give to (you) the three Keys of Gold, 
The one shall be of High Germany. 
Raderer two, &c, 

I care not for thy three Keys of Gold, 
Which thou hast proffered to set him free, 

But thy Son he shall to England sail, 
And go before the Queen with me. 
Raderer two, &c. 

Then have I fifty good Ships of the best. 
As good as ever were sent to the Sea, 

And e'er my Son into England sail, 
They shall go all for good Company. 
Raderer two, &c. 

They had not fought this famous Battle, 
They had not fought it Hours three. 

But some lost Legs, and some lost Arms, 
And some lay tumbling in the Sea. 
Raderer two, &c. 

Essex he got this Battle likewise, 

Tho' 'twas the hotest that ever was seen, 
Home he retum'd with a wonderful Prize, 

And brought the Emperor's Son to the Queen. 
Raderer two, Ac. 


O then bespoke the Prentices all, 

Living in London both proper and tall. 
In a kind Letter sent straight to the Queen; 
For Essex* t Sake they would light all. 
Raderer twOy tandero te. 
Raderer^ tandarery fan do rf , 


The Famous Fight at Malaga : 

Ofy The Englishmen's Victory wet the 

Relating haw Five English Frigats^ viz. 
The Henry ^ H^j Antelope^ Grey-hound^ 
and Bryany burnt all the Spanish Ships 
in their Harbour at Malaga ; battered 
down their Churches, and their Houses 
about their ears, hilPd abundance of their 
Men, and obtained an Honourable 

Where ever English Seamen goes, 
They are a Terror to their foes. 

To the tune of^ 'Five Sail of Frigats bound for 
Malago/ Ac. 

Comb all you brave Sailors 

that sails on the Main, 
ril tell you of a Fight 

that was lately in Spain \ 


And of fire Sail of Frigats 

bound to Mak^Oj 
For to fight the proud Spamardt, 

our Orders was so: 

There was the Henry and Rt^^ 

and the jintehpe also, 
The Grey-boimd and the BryoH^ 

for Fire-ships must go. 
But so brsTely we weighed, 

and played our parts, 
That we made the Proud Spamards 

to quake in their hearts. 

Then we came to an anchor 

so nigh to the Mould, 
Methinks you proud EngBsh 

do grow very bdd; 
But we came to an Anchor 

so near to the Town, 
That some of their Churches 

we soon battered down. 

They hung out their Flag of Truce, 

for to know our Intent, 
And they sent out their Long-boat, 

to know what we meant; 
But our Captain he answered 

them bravely, it was so. 
For to bum all your Shipping, 

before we do go. 
For to bum all our Shipping 

you must us excuse, 
Tis not fiye Sail of Frigats 

shall make us to muse; 


But we barnt all their Shipping 

and their Gallies also, 
And we left in the City 

full nuuiy a Widow. 
Come then, says our Captam, 

let's fire at the Church, 
And down came their Belfrey, 

which grieved them much; 
And down came the Steeple, 

which standeth so high, 
Which made the Proud Spamards 

to the Nunnery fly. 

So great a Confusion 

we made in the Town, 
That their lofty Buildmgs 

came tumbling down; 
Their Wives and their Children 

for help they did cry. 
But none could relieve them, 

though danger was nigh. 

The flames and the smoak, 

so increased their woe. 
That they knew not whither 

to run nor to go; 
Some to shun the Fire, 

leapt into the Flood, 
And there they did perish 

in Water and Mud. 
Our Guns we kept firing, 

still shooting amain. 
Whilst many a Proud Spamard 

was on the place slain; 


The rest being amazed, 

for succour did cry, 
But all was in Tain, 

they had no where to ilye. 

At length being forced, 

they thought it most fit. 
Unto the brave E$^Bsb Men 

for to sobmit; 
And so a conclusion 

at last we did make, 
Upon such conditions 

as was fit to take. 

The Spanish Armado 

did England no harm, 
HTwas but a Bravado 

to give us alarm; 
But with our five Frigats, 

we did them bumbast. 
And made them of EngBsb Men's 

valour to taste. 

When this noble Victory 

we did obtain. 
Then home we returned 

to England again ; 
Where we were received 

with Welcomes of Joy, 
Because with ^^ft Frigats 

we did them destroy. 

bumbast] bombard. 


A Famous Sea Fight between Captain 
Ward and the l{ainbow 

Strike up you lusty gallants 

with musick and sound of drum, 
For we have descryed a Rover 

upon the Sea is come; 
His name is Captain Ward^ 

right well it doth appear, 
There has not been such a Rover 

found out this thousand year: 

For he hath sent unto the King, 

the sixth of January^ 
Desiring that he might come in 

with all his company; 
And if your King will let me come, 

till I my tale have told, 
I will bestow for my ransome, 

full thirty tun of gold. 

O nay, O nay, then said our King, 

O nay, this may not be, 
To yield to such a Rover, 

myself will not agree ; 
He hath deceived the French man, 

likewise the King of Spaiuy 
And how can he be true to me, 

that has been false to twain? 


With that our King provided 

a ship of worthy fame, 
Rainbow is she called, 

if yott would know her name; 
Now the gallant Rmnhow 

she rows upon the Sea, 
Five hundred gallant Seamen 

to bear her company. 

The Dutch man and the Spamard^ 

she made them for to flye, 
Also the bonny French man, 

as she met him on the Sea. 
When as this gallant Rainbow 

did come where Ward did lye; 
Where is the Captain of this ship? 

this gallant Rainbow did cry. 

O that am I, says Captain Ward^ 

there 's no man bids roe lye ; 
And if thou art the Swing's fair ship, 

thou art welcome unto roe. 
I'll tell thee what, says Rainbow^ 

our King is in great grief, 
That thou shouldst lye upon the Sea, 

and play the arrant thief, 

And will not let our merchants ships 

pass as they did before; 
Such tydings to our King is coroe, 

which grieves his heart full sore. 
With that this gallant Rainbow 

she shot out of her pride. 
Full fifty gallant brass pieces, 

charged on every side. 



And yet these gallant shooters 

prevailed not a pin, 
Though they were brass on the out side, 

brave Ward was steel within : 
Shoot on, shoot on, says Captain Ward^ 

your sport well pleaseth me. 
And he that first gives over, 

shall yield unto the Sea. 

I never wrong'd an English ship 

but Turk and King of Spain^ 
And the jovial Dutch man, 

as I met on the Main. 
If I had known your King 

but one two years before, 
I would have sav'd brave Essex life, 

whose death did grieve me sore. 

Go tell the King of England^ 

go tell him thus from me, 
If he reign Eling of all the Land, 

I will reign King at Sea. 
With that. the gallant Rainbow shot, 

and shot, and shot in vain. 
And left the Rover's company, 

and home retum'd again. 

Our .Royal King of England, 

your ship's retum'd again. 
For Ward*s ship is so strong 

it never will be tane. 
O everlasting, says our King, 

I have lost jewels three, 
Which would have gone un^ the Seas, 

and brought proud Ward to me : 



The first was Lord CRffordy 

Earl of Cumberland'^ 
The second was Lord Mimntjoyy 

as you shall understand; 
The third was brave Essex 

from field would never flee, 
Which would have gone unto the Seas, 

and brought proud Ward to me. 


The Seamans sang of Captain Wardy 

the famous Tyrate of the world and 
an English man bom 

The tune is, ^The King's going to Bulloign.' 

Gallants you must understand 
Captain Ward of England^ 

A Pyrate and a Rover on the Sea, 
Of late a simple Fisherman 
In the merry town of Feversham, 

grows famous in the world now every day. 

From the Bay of PRmouth 
Sailed he toward the south, 

with many more of courage and of might: 
Christian Princes have but few 
Such Seamen, if that he were true, 

and would but for his King and Country fight. 



Lusty Ward adventrously, 
In the Straits of Barhary 

did make the Turkish Gallies sore to shake, 
Bouncing Canons fiery hot 
Spared not the Turks one jot, 

but of their lives great slaughter he did make. 

The Ilanders of Midta^ 
With Argosies upon the Sea, 

roost proudly braved Ward unto his face: 
But soon their pride was overthrown. 
And their treasures made his own, 

and all their men Inrought to a wofiil case. 

The wealthy ships of Vemce 
Afforded him great riches, 

both gold and silver won he with his sword: 
Stately Spmn and Portugal 
Against him dare not bear up sail, 

but gave him all the title of a Lord. 

Goldenseated Candle^ 
Famous France and Italy^ 

with all the Countries of the Eastern parts, 
If once their ships his pride withstood, 
They surely all were cloth'd in blood. 

Such cruelty was plac'd within their hearts. 

The riches he hath gained 
And by blood-shed obtained 

may well suffice for to maintain a King, 
His fellows all are valiant wights, 
Fit to be made Princes Knights, 

but that their lives do base dishonour bring. 



This wicked gotten treasure, 
Doth him but little pleasure, 

the land consumes what they have got by sea. 
In drunkennesse and letchery, 
Filthy sins of Sodomy^ 

these evil gotten goods do wast away: 

Such as live by theeving, 

Have seldom times good ending, 

as by the deeds of Captain Ward is shown, 
Being drunk among his drabs, 
His nearest friends he sometimes stabs, 

such wickednesse within his heart is grown. 

When stormy tempest riseth 
The causer he despiseth, 

still denies to pray on to the Lord: 
He feareth neither God nor the Divel, 
His deeds are bad, his thoughts are eyil, 

his only trust is still upon his sword: 

Men of his own Countrey, 
He stiU abused vilely, 

some back to back are cast into the waves, 
Some are hewn in pieces small, 
Some are shot against a wall, 

a slender number of their lives he saves. 

Of truth it is reported. 
That he is strongly guarded, 

by Turks that are not of a good belief: 
Wit and reason tells them, 
He trusteth not his Countrey-men, 

but shews the right condition of a thief.. 


At Tunh in Barkuy, 
Now he buildeth stately 

a gallant Palace, and a Royal place, 
Decked with delights most trim, 
Fitter for a Prince then him, 

the which at last will prove to his disgrace. 

To make the world to wonder, 
This Captain is Commander, 

of four and twenty ships of sail, 
To bring in treasures from the sea 
Into the markets every day, 

the which the Turh do buy up without fail. 

His name and state so mounteth, 
These Countrey men accounteth 

him equal to the NoUes of that Land, 
But these his honours we shall find 
Shortly blown up with the wind, 

or prove like letters written in y^ sand. 


The Sea-mans song ofDansekar the 


his Rohheries dme at Sea 

To the same tune. 

Sing we {Sea-^nen) now and than, 
Of Datuekar the Dutch-man^ 

whose gallant mind hath won him much renown. 
To live on land he counts it base. 
But seeks to purchase greater grace 

by roving on the Ocean up and down. 

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His heart is so aspiring, 
That now his chief desiring, 

is for to win himself a worthy name. 
The Land hath far too little ground, 
The Sea is of a laiger bound, 

and of a greater dignity and fame. 

Now many a worthy Gallant, 
Of courage was most valiant, 

with him have put their fortunes to the Sea. 
All the world about have heard. 
Of Datuekar and EngRsh Ward, 

and of their proud adventures every day. 

There is not any Kingdom, 
In Turkey or in Christendom^ 

but by these Pyrates have received loss: 
Merchant men of every Land, 
Do dayly in great danger stand, 

and much do fear the Ocean Main to cross. 

They make children fatherless, 
Wofiil widows in distresse, 

in shedding blood they took too much delight. 
Fathers they bereave of Sons, 
Regarding neither cries nor moans — 

so much they joy to see a bloody fight. 

They count it gallant hearing. 
To hear the Canons roaring, 

and Musket-shot to rattle in the sky: 
Their glories would be at the highest, 
To fight against the Foes of Christ, 

and such as do our Christian faith deny. 


But thai cursed VillanieSy 
And their bloody Pyrades, 

are chiefly bent against our Christian friends: 
Some Christians so delight in evils, 
That they become the sons of Divels, 

and for the same have many shameful ends. 

England suffers danger, 
As well as any stranger, 

nations are alike unto this company. 
Many EngUtb Merchant-men, 
And of London now and then, 

have tasted of their vile extremity. 

Londons ERxahetb^ 

Of late these Rovers taken have, 

a Ship well laden with rich Merchandise, 
The nimble Pearl and Charity^ 
All Ships of gallant bravery, 

are by these Pyrates made a lawful prize. 

The Tnyan of London^ 
With other ships many a one, 

hath stooped sayl and yeelded out of hand. 
These Pyrates they have shed their bloods. 
And the Turks have bought their goods, 

being all too weak their power to with-stand. 

Of Hull the Bonaventerj 
Which was a great frequenter 

and passer of the Straits to Barhary : 
Both ship and men late taken were. 
By Pyrates Ward and Dansekar^ 

and brought by them into Captivity. 

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EngBsb Ward and Dansekar^ 
Begin greatly now to jar, 

about divkling of their gotten goods, 
Both Ships and Souldiers gather head, 
Dantekar from IVard is fled, 

so full of pride and malice are their bloods. 

Ward doth only {nnomise, 
To keep about rich Tum*^ 

and be Commander of those Turtish Seas, 
But valiant Duich-kmd Daimtkar 
Doth hover neer unto Argier^ 

and there his threatning colours now displays. 

These Pyrates thus divided, 
By God is sure provided, 

in secret sort to work each others woe. 
Such wicked courses cannot stand. 
The Divel thus puts in his hand, 

and God will give them soon an overthrow. 


Captain Glen 

There was a ship, and a ship of fame, 
Launched off the stocks, bound to the main, 
With a hundred and fifty brisk young men, 
Was picked and chosen every one. 

William Glen was our Captain's name: 
He was a taU and brisk young man; 
As good a sailor as went to sea, 
For he was bound to New Baibary. 


The first of April when we set sail, 
Blest with a sweet and pleasant gale; 
For we were bound to New Barbary, 
With aU our whole ship's Company. 

We had not sailed one day but two, 
Till all our whole ship's jovial crew 
All fell sick but sixty-three, 
As we went to New Barbary. 

One nig^t the Captain he did dream, 
There came a voice and said to him. 
Prepare you and your company, 
To-morrow night you must be with me. 

This wak'd the Captain in a fright, 
It being the third watch of the night, 
Then fcnr his boatswain he did call. 
And told to him the secret all. 

When I in England did remain, 
The holy Sabbath I did prophane, 
In drunkenness I took delight. 
Which doth my trembling soul affinght. 

There's one thing more I've to rehearse, 
Which I shall mention in this verse, 
A Knight I slew in Staffordshire, 
All for the love of a Lady fain 

Now it's his Ghost, I am afraid. 
That hath to me these tidings bred; 
Altho' the king has pardon'd me, 
He's daily in my Company. 


O, worthy Captain, since it's so, 
No mortal of it e'er shall know ; 
So keep the secret in your breast. 
And pray to God to give you rest* 

We had not saii'd a league but three. 
Till raging grew the roaring sea; 
There rose a tempest in the skies. 
Which fill'd our hearts with great surprize. 

Our mam-roast sprung by the break of day, 
Which made our rigging all give way; 
This did our seamen sore afBight, 
The terrors of the fatal night ! 

Up then bespake our foremast man, 
As he did l^ the foreyard stand; 
He cr/d the Lord receive my soul. 
So to the bottom he did fall. 

The sea did wash both fore and aft, 
'Till scarce one soul aboard was left, 
Our yards were split, and our rigging tore, 
The like you never see'd before. 

The Boatswain then he did declare 
The Captain was a murderer; 
Which did enrage the whole ship's crew. 
Our Captain overboard they threw. 

Our treacherous Captain being gone. 
Immediately there was a Calm; 
The winds did cease, and the raging sea, 
As we went to New Barbary. 


Now, when we came to the Spanish shore, 
Our goodly ship for to repair, 
The people all were anoazed to see 
Our dismal case and misery. 

So when our ship was in repair, 
To har England our course did steer; 
And when we came to London town. 
Our dismal case was there made known! 

Now many wives their husbands lost, 
Whom they lamented to their Cost; 
And caused them weep Intterly, 
These tidings from New Barbory. 

A hundred and sixty brisk young men, 
Did to our goodly ship belong; 
Of all our whole ship's Company, 
There now remained but seventy-three. 

Now Seamen all, where e*er you be, 
I pray a warning take by me. 
As you love your lives, still have a care, 
You never sail with a murderer. 

^Tis never more I do intend 
For to cross o'er the raging main. 
But live in peace in my own country, 
And so I end my tragedy. 


The Honour of Bristol 

Attknd you and give ear awhile, 

and you shall understand, 
Of a battel fought upon the seas, 

by a ship of brave command ; 
The fight it was so famous, 

that all men's heart doth fill, 
And makes them cry, *to sea 

vnth tie Angel GcMei: 

The lusty Ship of Brutol^ 

sailed out adventurously, 
Against the foes of England^ 

their strength with them to try; 
Well viaual'd, rig'd and man'd, 

and good provision still: 
Which makes men cry, *to Sea, 

with the Angel Gahriel.* 

The Captain, famous Netheway, 

so was he call'd by name ; 
The Master's name John Mines, 

a man of noted fame: 
The Gunner Thomas IVatson, 

a man of perfect skill, 
With other valiant hearts 

in the Angel Gahriel, 

They waving up and down the Seas, 

upon the Ocean Main ; 
*It is not long ago,' quoth they, 
' since England fought with Spain ! 


Would we with them might meet, 

our minds for to fulfil, 
We would play a ooble Bout 

witi our Angel GairUl.* 

They had no sooner spoken, 

but straight appeared in sight 
Three lusty Sfamsb vessels, 

of warlike force and might; 
With bloody resolution, 

they sought our men to spill. 
And vow'd to make a Prize 

of our Jingel GaMeL 

Then first came up their Admiral, 

themselves for to advance. 
In her she bore full forty-eight 

pieces of Ordinance; 
The next that then came near us 

was their Vice- Admiral, 
Which shot most furiously 

at our jingel GahrieL 
Our gallant ship had in her 

full Forty fighting Men ; 
With twenty pieces of Ordinance 

we play'd about them then; 
And with Powder, Shot, and Bullets, 

we did imploy them still, 
And thus began the Fight 

with our Angel Gahrieh 
Our Captain to our Master said, 

*Take courage. Master bold'; 
The Master to the Seamen said, 

< Sund fast, my hearts of Gold ' ; 



The Gunner unto all the rest, 

^ Brave hearts, be valiant sdll, 
Let us fight in the defence 

of our Angel GahrielJ 
Then we gave them a Broadside, 

which shot their Mast asunder, 
And tore the Bowsprit of their Ship, 

which made the SpamarJs wonder; 
And caused them for to cry, 

with voices loud and shrill : 
*HeIp, help, or else we sink, 

by the Angel GabrielJ* 
Yet desperately they Boarded us, 

for all our valiant shot ; 
Three- score of their best fighting-men 

upon our Decks were got; 
And then at their first entrance, 

full thirty we did kill; 
And thus we cleared the Decks 

of the Angel Gabriel. 
With that, their three ships boarded us 

again with might and main. 
But still our noble EngRsh-men 

cry'd out, ' A fig for Spcun \ * 
Though seven times they Boarded us, 

at last we shew'd our skill. 
And made them feel the force 

of our Angel GabrieL 
Seven hours this fight continued, 

and many brave men lay dead, 
With purple gore, and Spanish blood 

the Sea was coloured red; 


Five hundred of their men 

we there outright did kill; 
And many more were maim'd 

by the Angel GabrieL 

They seeing of these bloody spoils, 

the rest made haste away, 
For why, they saw it was no boot, 

any longer for to stay; 
Then they fled into Cales^ 

and there they must lye still, 
For they never more will dare to meet 

our Angel GabrieL 

We had within our EngRsh Ship 

but onely three men slain; 
And ^\c men hurt, the which, I hope, 

will soon be well again; 
At Bristol we were landed, 

and let us praise God still. 
That thus hath blest our men, 

and our Angel GabrieL 

Now let me not forget to speak 

of the Gift given by the Owner 
Of the Angel Gabriel^ 

that many years have known her; 
Two hundred pounds in coyn and plate, 

he gave with free good will. 
Unto them that bravely fought 

in the Angel GabrieL 



Englanits Triumph at Sea 

A MIGHTY great fleet, the like was nere seen, 
Since the reign of K« W« and Mary his queen, 
Designed the destruction of France to have been, 

which nobody can deny. 

This fleet was composed of English and Dutch, 
For ships, guns, axid men, there never were such, 
Nor so little done when expected so much, 

which nobody can deny. 

Eighty-six ships of war, which we capitall call, 
Besides frigats and tenders, and yachts that are small, 
Sayl'd out and did little or nothmg at all, 

which nobody can deny. 

Thirty-nine thousand and five hundred brave men, 
Had they chanc'd to have met the French fleet, O 

As they beat 'em last year, they'd have beat 'em again, 

which nobody can deny. 

Six thousand great guns, and seventy-eight more. 
As great and as good as ever did roar, 
It had been the same thing had they left 'em ashore, 

which nobody can deny. 

Torrington now must command 'em no more. 
For we try'd what mettal he was made on before, 
And 'tis better for him on land for to whore, 

which nobody can deny. 



For a bullet, perhaps, from a rude cannon's breach, 
Which makes no distinction betwixt poor and rich, 
Instead of his dog might have tane off hb iHtch, 

which nobody can deny. 

But RusseU, the cherry-chedct Russell, is chose 
His fine self and his fleet at sea to expose; 
But he will take care how he meets with his foes, 

which nobody can deny. 

We had sea-coUonells o' th' nature of otter, 
Which either might serve by land or by water, 
Tho' of what they have done we hear no great matter, 

which nobody can deny. 

In the. midst of May last they sail'd oo the mayn. 
And in September are come back again. 
With the loss of some ships, but in battle none slain, 

which nobody can deny. 


Aamital ^ssel^s Scawermg the French 
Fleet: or^ The Battle at Sea 

Thursday in the Mom, the Ides of May^ 

recorded for ever the famous Ninety iwo^ 
Brave RtuseJ did discern by dawn of Day, 

the lofty sails of France advancing ; Now 
All hands aloft, aloft, let EngBeb Valour shine; 
Let fly a Culvering, the Signal of the Line ; 

Let ev'ry hand supply his Gun, 
Follow me, and You'll see, 

that the battle will be soon begun. 



Turvil o'er the main triumphant rowPd, 

to meet the gallant Rusul in Combat on the deep ; 
He led the noble train of Heroes bold, 

to sink the EngRsb Admiral at his feet. 
Now every Valiant mind to Victory does aspire^ 
The bloody Fight's began, the Sea itself on fire; 

and mighty Fate stood looking on, 
Whilst a flood, all of blood, 

fill'd the port-holes of the Royal Sun, 
Sulphur, smoak and Fire, disturbed the air, 

with thunder and wonder to fright the gallick-shore ; 
Thdr Regulated bands stood trembling near, 

to see their lofty streamers, now no more: 
At six a Clock the Red, the smiling Victor led, 
To give a second blow, their total overthrow; 

now death and horror equal Reign, 
Now they cry, Run or Dye, 

Briittsb Cohurt ride the Vanquished main. 
See, they run aroaz'd thro' Rocks on Sands: 

one danger they grasp at to shun a greater fate; 
In vain they crie for aid to weeping Lands, 

the Nmphi and Sea-Gods mourn their Lost estate ; 
For evermore adieu, thou dazling Royal Sun, 
From thy untimely end thy master's fate begun; 

enough, thou mighty God of War ! 
Now we sing, bless the Queen, 

let us drink to ev'ry English tar. 
Come, JoUy Seamen all, with Rustel go, 

to sail on the main proud Mouniler for to greet. 
And give our enemy a second blow, 

and fight Turviij if that he dare to meet. 

gallick-shore] French coast. 


Comey brother Tar^ what cheer? Let each (^hU gun) 

And thump *em off this Tear, or make Mounster to 

while we do range the Ocean Round, 
Day or Night we will fight, 

when our Enemy is to be found. 

Let it ne'er be said that English boys 

should e'er stay behind when their Admiral goes; 
But let each honest Lad crie with one voice, 

brave Russeij Lead us on to fight the foes: 
We'd give them gun for gun, some sink, and others 

Broadsides we'll give 'em too, till Monsieur crys 
morblew ! 

des En{g)kteer vill Kill us all; 
Whilst they scower, we will Pour, 

thick as hail amongst them Cannon-ball, 


The I{oyal Triumph 

Vauant Protestant Boys, 
Here 's Millions of Joys, 

And Triumph now bro . . . . ught from the Ocean ; 
For the French Mighty Fleet, 
Now is Shattered and Beat, 

And Destruction, Destruction, Boys, will be their 


Here's the JacoKte Crew, 
Now believe me, 'tis true, 
Invited the Fre . ... nci to this Nation ; 
Who was crossing the Seas, 
With the Te^gye Ri^fareei, 

True Cut-Throats, true Cut-Throats, upon my Salva- 

But alas! they did find 
A true-Proteiiani Wind, 
Which five Weeks or Ion ... . ger it lasted ; 
Till the most Royal Fleet, 
And the Dt§icb both compleat. 
They with Thunder, with Thunder, this Project 
soon blasted 

On the Nineteenth of ilfajr. 
The Fritub Fleet made way. 
To make of our Cou .... rage a Tryal ; 
They supposed we'd ne'r fight. 
But they won't in the right. 

For we show'd them, we show'd them, we were 
true and Loyal. 

Our Admirals bold. 
With their brave hearts of Gold, 
They feU on like bra .... ve Sons of Thunder ; 
And their Chain-Shot let fly. 
As the Fleet they drew nigh. 
Where they tore them, and rent them, and tore them 

Our Squadron True-Blew, 

Fought their way through and through, 


At length in Loifs Po , , . , umiy Boys, we got 'um 
Where we gave the proud French^ 
Such a Fiery Drench, . 

That we sent them, we sent them, straight down to 
the bottom. 

Such a Slaughter we made, 
While the loud Cannons play'd, 
Which laid the poor Mo .... nsieun a bleeding; 
Nay, their Chief Admiral, 
We did bitterly Maul, 

And have taught him, have taught him, I hope, 
better Breeding. 

Our brave Admiral, 

Being stout Dellaval, 

Whose actions all M .... en may admire; 

For the French Rislng'Sun, 

Was not able to run. 

Which with seven, with seven more Ships did he Fire. 

Valiant Rook Sail'd straightway. 

Where a French Squadron lay. 

Close amongst the Ro . . . . cks then for shelter; 

But we fell on Gillore, 

And we Fir'd Twelve more, 

ThusweFir'd andBum'd the/r«irA Fleet, helter-skelter. 

Being Sunk, Took and Burn'd, 

There's not many returned, 

Was this not a wo ... . full Disaster? 

How they far'd on our Coast, 

Let 'em Sail Home and boast, 

To Old Lewiiy Old Lewis, their Fistula-Master. 

Oillore] in plenty. 

I 113 


When he hears how they sped, 
It will strike him near Dead, 
Losing what he lo • . . . ng has been getting; 
But we'U have him to know, 
That we'U still keep him low, 
He shall never, shall never, Boys, conquer Great- 


The Duke of Ormondes Health 

Nmptune frown, and Boreas roar. 
Let thy Thunder bellow; 

Noble Orhond's now come o'er, 
With each gaUant EngUsh fellow: 
Then to welcome him ashore 
To his Health a brimmer pour. 
Till every one be meUow, 
Remembring Rodondello^ remembring Rodondetto^ 
Remembring, remembring Rodondello^ 
Remembring, remembring Rodondello, 

Tho' at Coles they scap'd our Guns, 

By strong wall'd umbrello : 
Civil Jarrs and Plundring Dons, 
Curse upon the metal yeUow: 

Had the valiant Duke more Men, 
He a Victor there had been, 
As late at Rodondelhy 
As late, &c. 


Mounsitur and Petite Af^ouj 

Plot your state Intrigo: 
Take new Marshall Chateaurenauhy 
Then consult with SpanUb Deigo: 
And new Glory to advance 
Sing Te Deum through all France, 
Pour la Vktoire ai VtgOy 
Pour la, Blc. 

We mean while to crown our Joy, 

Laughing at such folly. 
To their Health full Bowls employ, 
Who have cur'd our Melancholy : 
And done more to furnish Tales 
Now at VtgOy then at Cales^ 
Fam'd Euex did, or Rawleigb^ 
Brave Eiiexj &c. 

Great EE%a on the Main, 

Quell'd the Dons Boastado; 
In Queen Ann's Auspicious Reign, 
Valour conquers, not Bravado: 
Come but such another Year, 
We the spacious Sea shall clear, 
Of Fmub and SpMn^t Armado, 
Of Frencb, &c 

Once more then tho' Boreas roar, 

And loud Thunder bellow; 
Since Great Ormond is come o'er. 
With each gallant EngBsb fellow: 
Let us welcome all a Shore, 
To each Health a brimmer pour. 
Till everyone be mellow, 
Remembring Rodondetto^ &c. 

I 2 115 



The Death of jtdmiral Benbow 

The brother tar/ song 

CoMX all you sailors bold, 

Lend an ear, lend an ear, 
Come all you sailors bold, lend an ear: 

Tis of our admiral's fame, 

Brave Benbow was his name, 

How he fought on the main 
You shall hear, you shall hear. 

Brave Benbow he set sail 

For to fight, for to fight. 
Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight: 

Brave Benbow he set sail, 

With a fine and pleasant gale, 

But his captains they tum'd tail 
In a fight, in a fight. 

Says Kirby unto Wade, 

I will run, I will run. 
Says Kirby unto Wade, I will run: 

I value not disgrace. 

Nor the losing of my place, 

My enemies Pil not face 
With a gun, with a gun, 

*Twas the Rttby and Noah's Arh 
Fought the French, fought the French, 
'Twas the Ruby and Noah's Arh fought the French : 
And there was ten in all. 
Poor souls they fought them all, 



They valued them not at all, 
Nor their noise, nor their noise. 

It was our admiral's lot, 

With a chain-shot, with a chain-shot, 
It was our admiral's lot with a chain-shot : 

Our admiral lost his legs. 

And to his men he begs. 

Fight on, my brave boys, he says, 
'Tis my lot, 'tis my lot. 

While the surgeon dress'd his wounds. 

Thus he said, thus he said, 
While the surgeon dress'd his wounds, thus he said : 

Let my cradle now in haste 

On the quarter-deck be placed. 

That my enemies I may face 
Till I'm dead, tiU I'm dead. 

And there bold Benbow lay 

Crying out, crying out. 
And there bold Benbow lay, crying out: 

Let us tack once more, 

We'U drive them to their own shore, 

I value not half a score. 
Nor their noise, nor their noise. 


Admiral Hosier^ s Ghost 

As near Porto-Bello lying 

On the gently-swelling flood. 
At midnight, with streamers flying, 

Our triumphant navy rode; 



There while Veroon sate alKglorious 
From the Spaniards' late defeat: 

And his crews, with shouts victorious, 
Drank success to England's fleet; 

On a sudden, shrilly sounding, 

Hideous yells and shrieks were heard; 
Then, each heart with fear confounding, 

A sad troop of ghosts appeared ; 
All in dreary hammocks shrouded. 

Which for winding-sheets they wore. 
And, with looks by sorrow clouded. 

Frowning on that hostile shore. 

On them gleamed the moon's vran lustre, 

When the shade of Hosier brave 
His pale bands was seen to muster. 

Rising from their wat'ry grave: 
O'er the glimmering wave he hied him. 

Where the Burford rear'd her sail, 
With three thousand ghosts beside him^ 

And in groans did Vernon hail. 

Heed, oh! heed our fatal story; 

I am Hosier's injur'd ghost; 
You who now have purchas'd glory 

At this place where I was lost, 
Tho' in Porto-Bello's ruin 

You now triumph, free from fears, 
When you think of my undoing. 

You will mix your joys with tears. 

See these mournful spectres, sweeping 
Ghasdy o'er this hated wave, 



Whose wan cheeks are stain'd with weeping, 
These were English captains bnve : 

Mark those numbers, pale and horrid. 
Who were once my sailors bold; 

Lo! each hangs his drooping forehead, 
While his dismal tale is told. 

I, by twenty ships attended 

Did this Spanish town affright, 
Nothing then its wealth defended, 

But my orders, not to fight. 
Oh ! that in this rolling ocean 

I had cast them with disdain. 
And obey'd my heart's warm motion 

To have queU'd the pride of Spain. 

For resistance I could fear none, 

But with twenty ships had done 
What thou, brave and happy Vernon, 

Hast atchiev'd with six alone. 
Then the Bastimentos never 

Had our foul dishonour seen. 
Nor the sea the sad receiver 

Of this gallant train had been. 

Thus, like thee, proud Spain dismaying. 

And her galleons leading home. 
Though, condemn'd for disobeying, 

I had met a traitor's doom; 
To have fall'n, my country crying 

He has pla/d an English part. 
Had been better far than dying 

Of a griev'd and broken heart. 



Unrepining at thy glory, 

Thy successful arms we hail; 
But remember our sad story. 

And. let Hosier's wrongs ]»evail. 
Sent in this foul clime to languish, 

Think what thousands fell in vsun, 
Wasted with disease and anguish, 

Not in glorious battle slain. 

Hence with all my train attending 

From their oozy tombs below, 
Through the hoary foam ascending, 

Here I feed my constant woe: 
Here the Bastimentos viewing, 

We recall our shameful doom, 
And, our plaintive cries renewing. 

Wander through the midnight gloom. 

O'er these waves, for ever mourning 

Shall we roam, deprived of rest, 
If, to Britain's shores returning, 

You neglect my just request: 
After this proud foe subduing. 

When your patriot friends you see. 
Think on vengeance for my ruin. 

And for England — sham'd in me. 

Richard Glover. 


The Arethusa 

Come all ye jolly Sailors bold, 

Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould, 

While England's glory I unfold, 

Huzza to the Arethusa. 
She is a Frigate tight and brave, 
As ever stemm'd the dashing wave; 

Her men are staunch 

To their fav'rite Launch, 
And when the foe shall meet our (ire, 
Sooner than strike we'll all expire. 

On board of the Arethusa. 

'Twas with the spring-fleet she went out, 
The English Channel to cruize about. 
When four French sail, in show so stout, 

Bore down on the Arethusa. 
The fam'd BeUe Pouk straight ahead did lie. 
The Arethusa seem'd to fly, 

Not a sheet, or a Tack, 

Or a brace did she sbck, 
Tho' the French men laugh'd, and thought it stuff. 
But they knew not the handfU of men, how tough. 

On board of the Arethusa. 

On deck five hundred men did dance. 
The stoutest they could find in France, 
We, with two hundred, did advance. 
On board of the Arethusa. 
Our captain hail'd the Frenchman, ho! 
The Frenchman cry'd out hallo! 


^Bear down, d'ye see 

To our Admiral's ke.' 
^No, no/ says the Frenchman, ^that can't be.' 
^Then I must lug you ahmg with me,' 

Says the Saucy Arethusa. 

The fight was ofF the Frenchman's land, 
We forc*d them back upon their strand; 
For we fought till not a stick would stand 

Of the gallant Arethusa. 
And now we're driven the foe ashore, 
Never to fight with Britons more. 

Let each fill a glass 

To his favorite lass! 
A health to our O^ytain, and Officers true, 
And all that belong to the jovial crew, 

On board of the Arethusa! 

Prince Hoark. 

On the loss of the J{oyal George 

To the March in Scipio* 
Written when the news arrived. {September j 1782.) 
Toll for the brave — 

The brave! that are no more: 
All sunk beneath the wave. 

Fast by their native shore* 
Eight hundred of the brave. 

Whose courage well was tried, 
Had made the vessel heel 

And laid her on her side; 


A land-breeze shook the shrouds, 

And she was overset; 
Down went the Royal George, 

With all her crew complete. 

Toll for the brave — 

Brave Kempenfelt is gone, 
His last sea-fight is fought, 

His work of glory done. 
It was not in the battle. 

No tempest gave the shock, 
She sprang no fatal leak. 

She ran upon no rock; 
His sword was in the sheath. 

His fingers held the pen. 
When Kempenfelt went down 

With twice four hundred men. 

Weigh the vessel up, 

Once dreaded by our foes. 
And mingle with your cup 

The tears that England owes; 
Her timbers yet are sound, 

And she may float again. 
Full charg'd with England's thunder. 

And plough the distant main ; 
But Kempenfelt is gone. 

His victories are o'er; 
And he and his Eight hundred 

Must plough the wave no more. 





^ Out line was form? d'^ 


Our line was fonn'd, the French lay to, 

One sigh I gave to Poll on shore, 
Too cold I thought our last adieu — 
Our parting kisses seem'd too few, 

If we should meet no more. 
But love, arast! my heart is Oak, 

Howe's daring signal floats on high; 
I see through roaring cannon's smoke — 
Their awful line subduM and broke, 

They strike! they sink, they fly! 

Now (danger past) we'll drink and joke — 
Sing < Rule Britannia ' ; ^ Hearts of Oak !' 
And toast before each Martial tune — 
^Howe, and the Glorious First of June!' 

My limb struck off, let soothing art 

The chance of war so Poll explain ; 
Proud of the loss, I feel no smart. 
But as it wrings my Polly's heart 

With sympathetic pain. 
Yet she will think (with love so tried) 

Each scar a beauty on my face. 
And as I strut with martial pride. 
On timber toe by Polly's side, 
Will call my limp a grace. 



Farewell to every sea delight 

To cruize with eager watchful days, 
The skilful chace by glim'ring night, 
The well-work'd ship, the gallant fight. 

The lov'd Conimander('s) praise; 
Yet Polly's love and constancy, 

With prattling babes more joy shall bring, 
Proud when my boys shall first at sea 
Follow great Howe to Victory, 

And serve our noble King. 

Earl of Mulgrayk. 

Admiral Nelson 

Comb listen, my honies, awhile, if you please. 

And a comical story I'll tell soon. 
Of a tight little fellow that sail'd on the seas, 

And his name it was Admiral Nelson: 
I am sure you have all of you heard of his fame. 
How he fought like the devil wherever he came. 

Speaks; — Aye, the Dutch, Spaniards, and French 
won% well, they won't 
Have plenty of cause to remember the day 
When first they saw Admiral Nelson. 

His arm having lost at that damn'd Teneriflfe, 
Never mind it, says he, I'll get well soon; 

I shall catch 'em one day, as you see, lads, and if— 
They escape me, blame Admiral Nelson: 

To doubt what I've promis'd, is mighty absurd. 

For I've left 'em my hand as a pledge of my word. 



Speakii — Faith he did, arm and all: and good 
security (it) was, for, as the old proveib says, 
One b4rd in the hand is worth two in the bush. 
So success to brare Admiral Nelson. 

At length, by my soul, it would make the dead smile, 
Just to hear what Sir Horace befel soon; 

The French took a trip to the banks of the Nile, 
To make work for brave Admiral Nelson. 

Arab faith he fell in with them close by the land. 

And he stuck in their skirts as you'll soon understand. 
Sfeaiii — Faith it would have made the very devil 

himself laugh. 

To see how he leathered the French with one hand, 

Och ! the world for brave Admiral Nelson. 

On the first of sweet August, you know was the day, 

As the boatmen of London can tell soon; 
When for coal and for badge they all rowed away. 

Little thinking of Admiral Nelson, 
Who then won a badge of so brilliant a cast, 
That its mem'ry with Britons will never go past. 

Sfeaii : — And every first of August, while the health 
of Nelson floats on the glass, may the liquor be enriched 
with a tear to the memory of those brave fellows who 
fell in the action ; and come as many first of Augusts as 
there will, 

There's no first of August will e'er beat the last. 
When the French struck to Admiral Nelson. 


The Battle of the Baltic 

Of Nelson and the North 

Smg the glorious day's renown, 

When to battle fierce came forth 

All the might of Denmark's crown 

And her arms along the deep proudly shone; 

By each gun the lighted brand 

In a bold determined hand, 

And the Prince of all the land 

Led them on. 

Like Leviathans a£oat 

Lay their bulwarks on the brine, 

While the sign of batde flew 

On the lofty British line: 

It was ten of April mom by the chime : 

As they drifted on their path 

There was silence deep as death. 

And the boldest held their breath 

For a time. 

But the might of England flush'd 

To anticipate the scene; 

And her van the fleeter rush'd 

O'er the deadly space between: 

' Hearts of Osdc ! ' our captains cried, when each gun 

From its adamantine lips 

Spread a death-shade round the ships. 

Like the hurricane eclipse 

Of the sun. 



Again ! again ! again ! 

And the havoc did not slack, 

Till a feeble cheer the Dane 

To our cheering sent us back ; — 

Their shots along the deep slowly boom: — 

Then ceased — and all is wail, 

As they strike the shattered sail, 

Or in conflagration pale 

Light the gloom. 

Out spoke the victor then 

As he hail'd them o'er the wave: 

'Ye are brothers! ye are men! 

And we conquer but to save: — 

So peace instead of death let us bring : 

But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, 

With the crews, at England's feet, 

And make submission meet 

To our King.' . . . 

Now joy, old England, raise! 
For the tidings of thy might. 
By the festal cities' blaze, 
Whilst the wine-cup shines in light! 
And yet amidst that joy and uproar, 
Let us think of them that sleep 
Full many a fathom deep, 
By thy wild and stormy steep, 
Elsinore ! 

Thomas Campbkll. 


To Her Seafaring Lover 

Shall I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare ? 
And shall I still complain to thee, the which me will 
not hear? 
Alas ! say nay ! say nay ! and be no more so dumb, 
But open thou thy manly mouth and say that thou 
wilt come: 
Whereby my heart may think, although I see not 
That thou wilt come — thy word so sware — if thou a 
live man be. 
The roaring hugy waves they threaten my poor 
And toss thee up and down the seas in danger to be 
Shall they not make me fear that they have swallowed 

— But as thou art most sure alive, so wilt thou come 
to me. 
Whereby I shall go see thy ship ride on the strand, 
And think and say Lo where be comes and Sure here 
will be land: 
And then I shall lift up to thee my little hand, 
And thou shalt think thine heart in ease, m health 
to see me stand. 

neaie] nearer. 

K U9 


And if thou come indeed (as Christ thee send to 
Those arms which miss thee now shall then embrace 
[and hold] thee too: 
Each Tein to every joint the lively blood shall spread 
Which now for want of thy glad sight doth show 
full pale and dead, 
But if thou slip thy troth, and do not come at all, 
As minutes in the clock do strike so call for death 
I shall: 
To please both thy false heart and rid myself from 
That rather had to die in troth than live forsaken so ! 


The Valiant Seamans happy return to his 
Lwey after a long Seven Tears absence 

Tune of^ *I am so deep in love: Or, Through 
the cool shady Woods.' 

When Sol did cast no light, 

being darken'd over. 
And the dark time of night, 

did .the skies cover, 
Running a River by, 

there were Ships sailing, 
A Maid most fair I spy'd, 

crying and wailing. 


Unto this Maid I stept, 

asking what griev'd her, 
She answer'd me and wept, 

fates had deceived her: 
My Love is prest, quoth she, 

to cross the Ocean, 
Proud Waves to make the Ship, 

ever in motion. 

We lov'd seven years and more, 

both being sure, 
But I am left on shore, 

grief to endure. 
He promised back to turn, 

if life was spar'd him, 
^^th grief I dayly mourn, 

death hath debar'd him. 

Straight a brisk lad she spy'd, 

made her admire, 
A present she received, 

pleas'd her desire. 
Is my Love safe, quoth she, 

will he come near me. 
The young man answer made. 

Virgin pray hear me. 

Under one Banner bright 

for England s glory. 
Your love and I did fight, 

mark well my story; 

K 2 J31 


By an unhappy shot, 

we two were parted, 
His deaths wound then he got, 

though valiant-hearted. 

AH this I witness can, 

for I stood by him, 
For courage I must say, 

none did out-vye him; 
He still would foremost be, 

striving for honour; 
But fortune is a Whore, 

vengeance upon her. 

But e're he was quite dead, 

or his heart broken. 
To me these words he said, 

pray give this token 
To my love, for there is 

then she none fairer. 
Tell her she must be kind 

and love the bearer. 

Intomb'd he now doth lye, 

in stately manner, 
'Giuse he fought valiantly, 

for love and honour: 
That right he had in you, 

to me he gave it: 
Now since it is my due, 

pray let me have it. 

She raging flung away, 
like one distracted, 


Not knowmg what to say, 

nor what she acted: 
To last she curst her fate, 

and shew'd her anger, 
Saying, friend you come too late, 

i'le have no stranger. 

To your own house return, 

I am best pleased, 
Here for my love to mourn, 

since he's deceased: 
In sable Weeds i*le go, 

let who will jear me; 
Since death has served me so, 

none shall come near me. 

The chast Penelope 

moum'd for URsset^ 
I have more grief then she, 

rob'd of my blisses : 
I'le ne'r love man again, 

therefore pray hear me; 
rie slight you with disdain, 

if you come near me. 

I know he lov'd me well 

for when we parted, 
None did in grief excell, 

both were true-hearted. 
Those promises we made, 

ne'r shall be broken; 
Those words that then he said, 

ne*r shall be spoken. 



He hearing what she said, 

made his. love stronger, 
Off his disguise he laid, 

and staid no longer: 
When her dear love she knew, 

in wanton fashion, 
Into his arms she flew, 

such is loves ]iassion. 

He ask'd her how she lik'd, 

his counterfeiting, 
Whether she was well pleas'd 

with such like greeting: 
You are well vers'd, quoth she, 

in several speeches. 
Could you coyn money so, 

you might get riches. 

O happy gale of wind, 

that waft thee over. 
May Heaven preserve that ship, 

that brought my Lover; 
Come kiss me now ray sweet, 

true love's no slander; 
Thou shalt my Hero be, 

I thy Leander, 

Dido of Carthage Queen 

lov*d stout Aeneas^ 
But my true love is found 

more true then he was: 
Venus ne'r fonder was, 

of young AJonisj 
Then I will be of thee, 

since thy love known is. 



Then hand in hand they walk, 

with ninth and pleasure, 
They laugh, they kiss, they talk, 

love knows no measure; 
Now both do sit and sing, 

but she sings clearest; 
Like Nightingale in Spring, 

welcome my dearest. 

Love and Loyalty 

A letter from a Toung-Man^ m Board of 
an English Privateer to bis beloved 
Susan in the City of London 

Susan, I this Letter send thee, 

Let not Sighs and Tears attend thee; 

we are on the Coast of France^ 
Taking prizes from those Nizeys, 

my sweet Jewel to advance. 

Since we London have forsaken, 
Five Rich Prizes have we taken; 

two of them Nant% Brandy Wine, 
Chests of Money, my sweet Honey, 

with rich Silks and Sattin fine. 

The first Merchants Ship we Boarded, 
Which great store of Wealth afforded, 

we fell on most eagerly; 
Search and Plunder, burst in sunder, 

making Chests and Cabins fiy. 



Where the Treasure was inclosed, 
We wan't in the least opposed; 

rich Embroidered Silks we found, 
Other Treasure, out of Measure, 

worth near seven thousand pound. 

Fortune she did still befriend us. 
And another Booty send us; 

twice the worth of that before. 
Though we gain'd it, and obtained it, 

yet our Guns was forcM to Roar. 

While we did both Charge and Fire, 
They endeavour to retire; 

but the Contest was not long 
E'er we entered, bravdy ventur'd, 

yet received but little wrong. 

Love, we'll plunder French and Tory 
For to raise great Britains Glory, 

and to pull proud Lewis down; 
Each great spirit then will merit, 

double honour and renown. 

Dearest, when I first did leave thee, 
Parting with thy Love did grieve thee, 

but I vow'd I'd Letters send. 
To improve thee, for I love thee, 

as a true intire Friend. 

Love this Promise is not broken. 
Here I have sent thee a Token, 

a rich Chain and Diamond Ring, 
And ten times more I have in store, 

which I to thee in time will bring. 


Like a Lady thou shalt flourish, 
Tby poor drooping heart I'll nourish, 

and thy former Joys restore; 
Gold and Treasure, Love and Pleasure 

if I live to come on shore. 

Love, the world shall now admire, 
When they see thy rich attire, 

like a youthful Lady Gay; 
I declare it, thou shalt wear it, 

yet proud France for it shall pay. 

Dearest, thpugh we now do sever. 
Yet I will be thine for ever; 

I prefer no one beside, 
E'er before thee, I adore thee, 

none but Death shall us divide. 


The ttpo Faithful Lovers 

To tie tune of, ' Francklin is fled.' 

Farewbl my Hearts delight, 

Lady adue; 
I now must take my flight, 

what ere insue. 
My Country-men I see, 

cannot yet agree. 
Since it will no better be, 

England farewel : 



O be not so unkind, 

Heart, Love, and Joy, 
To leave me here behind, 

breeds my annoy: 
O have a patient heart, 
lie help to bear the smart. 
Ere I from thee will part, 

my Turtle Dove. 

I'le leave thee Gold good store, 

thee to maintain. 
What canst thou wish for more, 

do not complain. 
Servants shall wait on thee. 
Fie give thee Jewels three 
That thou mayest think on me, 

when I am gone. 

Your Gold I count but Dross, 

when you are fled. 
Your absence is my loss, 

'twill strike me dead; 
Servants I will have none 
When you are from me gone, 
I'de rather live alone, 

from company. 

I am resolved to go, 
Fortune to prove. 
Advise me what to do, 
my dearest Love. 


For here I will not bide, 
What ere it me betide 
Heavens now me guide, 
and lead the way. 

Then let me with you go, 

Heart, Love, and Joy, 
I will attend on you, 

and be your Boy; 
If you will go to Sea, 
I'le serve you night and day, 
For here I will not stay, 

if you go hence. 

The Seas are dangerous, 

strangers unkind. 
The Rocks are perillous, 

so are the Wind, 
My care is all for thee, 
As thou mayest plainly see, 
Dear heart go not with me, 

but stay behind. 

Though Seas do threaten death, 

my heart's delight, 
with thee I'le spend my breath, 

nought shall affright. 
With thee lie live and die, 
In thy sweet company, 
Though dangers still be nigh, 

both day and night. 



In man's Apparrel she 

to Sea now went. 
Because with him she'd be, 

her heart's content. 
She cut her lovely hair, 
And no mistrust was there, 
That she a Maiden fair 

was at that time. 

To Venice were they bound, 

with full consent. 
With sorrows compast round, 

away they went. 
On an unhappy day. 
The Ship was cast away, 
Which wrought their lives decay, 

friends discontent. 

The Ship being cast away, 

fortune so frown'd: 
He swum to shore that day, 

but she was drown'd; 
O his true Love was drown'd. 
And never after found. 
And he incompast round 

with grief and care. 

O cruel Seas, quoth he, 

and Rocks unkind, 
To part my Love and me, 

in love combin'd: 

cast her on the shoare, 

1 may her death deplore. 
And mourn for evermore 

until I die. 


Ye loyal Lovers all 

that hear this Ditty, 
Sigh and lament her fall 

moves you to pitty. 
She lies now in the Deep, 
In everlasting sleep, 
And left me here to weep 

in great distress. 

Dear Love I come quoth he, 

Heavens me guide, 
I long to be with thee, 

my only Bride. 
In Venice did he die, 
And there his Corps doth lie, 
And left his friends to cry, 

hone, hone. 


The Lawlands i? Holland 

'The love that I hae chosen, 

I'll therewith be content; 
The saut sea sail be frozen 

Before that I repent. 
Repent it sail I never 

Until the day I dee; 
But the Lawlands o' Holland 

Hae twinnM my love and me. 

'My love he built a bonny ship, 
And set her to the main, 
iwionM] lepaiated. 



Wi' twenty-four brave mariners 

To sail her out and hame. 
But the weary wind began to rise, 

The sea began to rout. 
And my love and his bonny ship 

Turned withershins about. 

^ There sail nae mantle cross my back. 

No kaim gae in my hair, 
Neither sail coal nor candle-light 

Shine in my bower mair; 
Nor sail I choose anither love, 

Until the day I dee, 
Sin' the Lawlands o' Holland, 

Hae twinn'd my love and me/ 

^Noo baud your tongue, my daughter dear, 

Be still, and bide content; 
There's ither lads in Galloway; 

Ye needn^ sair lament.' 
'O there is nane in Galloway, 

There's nane at a' for me. 
I never lo'ed a lad but ane, 

And he's drown'd in the sea.' 


Bonnie Jnnie 

Ther£ was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar, 
He had a fair lady, and one only dochter. 

O she was fair, O dear, she was bonnie! 
A ship's captain courted her to be his honey. 


There cam a ship's captain out owre the sea sailing, 
He courted this young thing till he got her wi' bairn. 

*Ye11 steal your Other's gowd, and your mother's 

And I'll mak ye a lady in Ireland bonnie.' 

She's stown her father's gowd, and her mother's 

But she was never a lady in Ireland bonnie. 

'There's fey fowk in our ship, she winna sail 

for me, 
There 's fey folk in oui ship, she winna sail for me.' 

They've casten black bullets twice six and forty. 
And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie. 

^Ye'U tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie, 
Throw me out owre board, your ain dear Annie/ 

He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her 

He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear 


'What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye;' 
'Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.' 

' Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie. 
Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.' 

'I've laid about, steerd about, laid about cannie, 
But all I can do, she winna sail for me.' 

'Yell tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie. 
And throw her out owre board, your ain dear Annie.' 



He has tane her in his anns twa, lo, lifted her canniey 
He has thrown her out owre board, his ain dear Annie. 

As the ship sailed, bonnie Annie she swam, 
And she was at Ireland as soon as them. 

He made his love a coffin of the gowd sae yellow, 
And buried his bonnie love down in a sea valley. 


The Sea^mans Compass: 
A dainty new 2)itty composed and pend^ 
The deeds of brave Seamen to praise and 

Twas made hf a Maid that to Gravesend 

did pass. 
Now mark and you quickly shall hear hovo 
it was. 

To the tune of, 'The Tyrant hath stolen/ 

As lately I travelled 

towards Gravesend, 
I heard a fair Damosel 

a Sea-man commend, 
And as in a Tilt-boat 

we passed along. 
In praise of brave Sea-men 

she sung this new Song, 


Come Tradesman or Merchant, 

whoever he be, 
There *s none but a Seaman 

sbaB nutny with me» 

A Sea-man in promise 

is faithful and just, 
Honest in carriage 

and true to his trust, 
Kinde in behaviour 

and constant in love. 
Is firm in Affection 

as the Turtle-Dove, 
Valiant in action 

in every degree. 
There* s noney &c. 

The Sea-men adventures 

their lives at the Seas, 
Whilst Land-men on shore 

takes pleasure and ease, 
The Sea-men at all times 

their business must ply, 
In Winter and Summer, 

in wet and in dry. 
From toyl and painstaking 

they seldome are free. 
There* s none, &c« 

Moreover i'de have you 

for to understand. 
That Sea-men brings treasure 

and profit to land. 

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Aboye and beneath ground 
for wealth they have sought, 

And when they have found it 
to England 'tis brought, 

With hazard of Kves 
by experience we see, 

Thereat none^ &c. 

Sea-men from beyond Seas 

bring silver and gold. 
With Pearls and rich Jewels, 

most rare to behold ; 
With Silks and rich Velvets 

their credits to save. 
Or else you gay Ladies 

could not go so brave. 
This makes my heart merry, 

as merry may be, 
There*! none, Sec, 

The Sea-men brings Spices, 

and Sugar so fine. 
Which serve the brave gallants, 

to drink with their wine, 
With Lemmons and Oranges 

all of the best 
To relish their Pallats 

when they make a feast. 
Sweet Figs, Prunes, and Raysins 

by them brought home be, 
There 'i none, &c. 

To comfort poor people 

the Sea-men do strive, 


And brings in maintenance 

to keep them alive, 
As raw silk and cotton wool, 

to card and to spin, 
And so by their labours 

their livings comes in. 
Most men are beholding 

to Sea-men we see, 
fVtth none but a Sea-man 

I married tvtll he. 

The Mercer's beholding 

we know well enough. 
For Holland, Lawn, Cambrick, 

and other gay stuff, 
That's brought from beyond seas 

by Sea-men so bold. 
The rarest that ever 

mens eyes did behold, 
God prosper the Sea-men 

where ever they be. 
Thereat none^ &c. 

The Merchants themselves 

are beholding also, 
To honest Sea-men 

that on purpose do go. 
To bring them home profit 

from other strange lands, 
Or else their fine Daughters 

must work with their hands. 
The Nobles and Gentry 

in every degree 
jire also heboldingj &c, 

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Thus for rich and poor men, 

the Sea-men does good, 
And sometimes comes off with 

loss of much blood. 
If they were not a guard 

and defence for our Land, 
Our Enemies soon would 

get the upper hand, 
And then in a woful case 

straight should we be. 
There*! none, &c. 

To draw to Conclusion 

and to make an end. 
I hope that great Neptune 

my Love will befriend. 
And send him home safely, 

with health and with life, 
Then shall I with joyfulness 

soon be his Wife. 
You Maids, Wives, and Widdows 

that Sea-mens Loves be. 
With hearts and with voiceiy 

jojn prayers tvith me, 

God bless all brave Sea-men 

from quicksands and rocks, 
From loss of their blood 

and from Enemies knocks. 
From lightning and thunder 

and tempests so strong, 
From Shipwrack and drowning 

and all other wrong, 


And they that to these words 

will not say Amen^ 
'Tu fUtj that they should 

ever speak word agen, 

L(aurknce) P(rice). 


The Fair MaicPs Choice ; 
The Seaman^ s Renown 

Being a pleasant Song made of a Saylor^ 
IFho excells a Miller^ fVeaver^ and a Taylor^ 
Likewise brave gallants that goes fine and 

None of them with a Seaman can compare. 

To the tune of ' Shrewsbury for me '. 

As I through Sandwich town passed along, 
I heard a brave Damsel singing of this song, 
In the praise of a Saylor she sung gallantly, 
of all sorts of tradesmen a Seaman for me. 

I gave good attention unto her new ditty, 
My thoughts it was wondrous gallant and pretty, 
With a voice sweet and pleasant most neatly sung she, 
of ail sorts of tradesmen a Seaman for me. 



The fair Maiif s song in praise of a Seaman 

Come, all you fair maidens in country and town, 
Lend your attention to what is pen'd down; 
And let your opinions with mine both agree, 
of aB sorts of tradesmen a Seaman for me. 

The gallant brave Seaman God bless him I say, 
He is a great pains-taker both night and day. 
When he's on the Ocean so hard worketh he, 
then of aU^ &c. 

Of all sorts of Gallants so gaudy and fine. 
That with gold and silver so bravely doth shine. 
The Seaman doth out-pass them in each degree, 
then of aiiy &c. 

For a Seaman will venture his life and his blood. 
For the sake of his Eling and his countries good, 
He is valiant and gallant in every degree, 
then of ally &c. 

He ventures for traffique upon the salt seas, 
To pleasure our Gentry which lives at ease, 
Through many dangerous places pass he, 
then of ally &c. 

Amongst all your tradesmen and merchants so brave, 
I can't set my fancy none of them to have. 
But a Seaman I will have my husband to be, 
thfn of all, kc. 

With a thievish WHer I never will deal. 
Because out of a bushel a peck he will steal, 
I will have no society with such knaves as he, 
but of ally &c. 


Likewise a pimping Taylor and a lowsie weaver. 
To steal cloath and yarn they'l do their endeavour^ 
Such fellows are not for my company, 
but of att^ &c. 

Also the Carpenter and the Shoomaker, 
The Blacksmith, the brewer, and likewise the baker, 
Some of them use knavery, and some honesty, 
but of aU^ &c. 

For I love a Seaman as I love my life, 
And I am resolved to be a Seamans Wife, 
No man else in England my husband shall be, 
then of aU^ &c. 

Now ile tell why I love a Seaman so dear, 
I have to my Sweet-heart a Seaman most rare, 
He is a stout proper Lad as you shall see, 
then of aU^ &c. 

If that I were worth a whole ship-load of gold. 
My love should possess it, and with it make bold, 
I would make him master of every penny, 
then of all, &c. 

Through fire and Water I would go I swear, 
For the sake of my true love whom I love so dear, 
If I might have an Earl i'de forsake him for he ; 
then of all, &c. 

Here 's a health to my dear, come pledge me who please. 
To all gallant seamen that sail on the seas, 
Pray God bless and keep them from all dangers free, 
so of all sorts of tradesmen a Seaman for me, 

T. L(ANFaRE). 



A pleasant new song betwixt a Saylor 
and his Lave 

To the time of 'Dvldnn*. 

What doth ayl my love so sadly, 
in such heavy dumps to stand? 
Doth she grieve, or take unkindly, 
that I am so nigh at hand? 

Or doth she vow 

she will not know, 
Nor speak to me when I do come? 

if that be so, 

away i'le go, 
Firit till ami bid me welcome home. 

Had I ever thee forsaken, 

putting thee out of my mind. 
Then thou might'st have justly spoken 
that I to thee was unkind: 

or should I take 

some other mate, 
then might thou have cause to mourn, 

but let me dye, 

before that I 
Do lOf then hid me welcome home. 

Sooner shall the grass leave growing, 

from the Hare the Hound shall run, 
Husband-men shall leave their sowing, 
floods shall run the Lands upon: 
the Fish shall flye, 
the Sea run dry, 


The birds shall sing no more but mourn, 

e're I of thee 

unmindful be, 
Then iUs and hid me welcome home. 

Smile on me, be not offended, 
pardon grant for my amiss, 
Let thy favour so befriend me, 
as to seal it with a kiss, 

to me I swear, 

thou art so dear. 
That for thy sake i'le fancy none; 

then do not frown, 

but sit thee down. 
Sweet kiss and hid me welcome home. 

If thou hast prov'd chast Dianaj 
since from thee I did depart; 
I have as constant been to thee, 
for on thee fixed was my heart; 

no not for she, 

Jupiter see, 
Diana in her Tower alone, 

should me intice, 

no i'le be nice. 
Then hits and hid me welcome home. 

No, nor Fenusy Ct^itPs Mother, 
nor the fairest Wife of Jove^ 
Should Lucretia or some other 
seek by gifts to win my love, 
should Ilelkn fair 
to me compare, 



And unto me for love make moan, 

yet none of these 

my mind shaU please, 
Then kui and hid me wekome home. 

From thy sight tho I were banisht, 

yet I always was to thee 
Far more kiiKl then USsies 
to his chast Penelope; 

for why away 

he once did stay, 
Ten years and left her all alone, 

but I from thee 

have not been three. 
Sweet hiss and hid me welcome home. 

Come sweet-heart and sit down by me, 

and let thy lap my Pillow be. 
While sweet sleep my mind beguileth, 
all my dreams shall be on thee. 

I pray then stay, 

steal not away, 
Let Lullaby be all thy Song; 

with kisses sweet, 

lull me asleep. 
Sweet kiss and bid me welcome home* 

The Woman^s Answer 

I have been sad to see how from me, 

thou so long from me didst stay, 
Yet now I more rejoyce to see thee, 
happily arriv'd this way: 
thou from our shore 
shalt go no more, 


To wander thus abroad alone, 

but thou shalt stay 

with me alway, 
And here^s my handy thourt welcome home, 

I have proved Diana to thee 

since from me thou wentst away, 
I have Suitors well nigh twenty, 
and much ado I had to stay, 

but I deny'd, 

when they reply'd, 
And sent them all away with scorn, 

for I had sworn 

to Live forlorn, 
Until that I see thee come home. 

Seeing thou art home returned, 

thou shalt not go firom home in haste. 
But lovingly come sit down by me, 
let my arms imbrace thy waste: 

farewel annoy, 

welcome my joy, 
Now lullaby shall be the song, 

for now my Heart, 

sings loath to part, 
Then iisiy &c. 

Since sweet-heart thou dost befriend me, 

thus to take me to thy Love, 
Never more will I ofllend thee, 
but will ever constant prove; 
thou hast my heart, 
not to depart, 



But ever constant to remain; 

and thoa ait mine, 

and I am thine, 
Then let tu Hee and welcome home. 


To LucastUj g^^^^ htymd the Seas 

If to be absent were to be 
Away from thee; 
Or that when I am gone 
You or I were alone; 
Then, my Lucasta, might I crave 
Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave. 

But I'll not sigh one blast or gale 
To swell my sail, 
Or pay a tear to 'suage 
The foaming blue god's rage; 
For whether he will let me pass 
Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. 

Though seas and land betwixt us both, 
Our faith and troth. 
Like separated souls, 
All time and space controls; 
Above the highest sphere we meet 
Unseen, unknown; and greet as Angels greet. 

So then we do anticipate 

Our after-fate, 


And are alive i' the skies, 
If thus our lips and eyes 
Can speak like spirits unconfined 
In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind. 
Richard Lovelace. 

* Oh Tarmouth is a pretty Torvn ^ 

Oh Yarmouth is a pretty town 

And shines where it stands, 
And the more I think of it 

The more it runs in my mind: 
The more I think of it 

It makes my heart to grieve. 
At the sign of the Angel 

Pretty Nancy did live. 

The rout came on Sunday, 

On Monday we marched away: 
And the drums they did beat 

And the music did play. 
Many hearts were rejoicing. 

But my heart was sad 
To part from my true love — 

What a full heart I hadl 

Will you go on board of ship ? 

My love, will you try? 
I'll bniy you as fine seafare 

As money will buy. 



And while Fm on sentry 

rU guard you from all foe: 
My love, will you go with me i 

But her answer was 'No'. 

Oh Yarmouth is a pretty town 

And shines where it stands. 
And the more I think of it 

The more it runs in my mind: 
The more I think of it 

It makes my heart to grieve, 
At the sign of the Angel 

Pretty Nan I did leave, 


* ^jvas when the Seas were l^oaring^ 

TwAS when the seas were roaring, 

With hollow blasts of wind, 
A damsel lay deploring, 

All on a rock reclin'd. 
Wide o'er the foaming billows, 

She cast a wistful look; 
Her head was crown'd with willows. 

That trembled o'er the brook. 

Twelve months are gone and over. 

And nine long tedious days; 
Why didst thou, vent'nous lover. 

Why didst thou trust the seas? 
Cease, cease then, cruel ocean. 

And let my lover rest: 
Oh ! what 's thy troubled motion, 

To that within my breast? 



The merchant rob'd of pleasure, 

Sees tempests in despair; 
But what's the loss of treasure, 

To losing of my dear ! 
Should you some coast be laid on, 

Where gold and diamonds grow, 
You'd find a richer maiden, 

But none that loves you so. 
How can they say that nature 

Has nothing made in vain; 
Why then beneath the water 

Should hideous rocks remain? 
No eyes those rocks discover. 

That lurk beneath the deep, 
To wreck the wand'ring lover. 

And leave the maid to weep. 

All melancholy lying. 

Thus wail'd she for her dear, 
Repay'd each blast with sighing, 

Each billow with a tear: 
When o'er the white wave, stooping. 

His floating corpse she spy'd; 
Then like a lily (h-ooping. 

She boVd her head and dy'd. 

John Gay. 

Black-^ed Susan 

All in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd. 
The streamers waving in the wind. 

When black-eyed Susan came on board — 
Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? 



Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true 

If my sweet William sails among your crew. 

William, who high upon the yard 
RockM with the Hllows to and fro. 

Soon as her well-known voice he heard. 
He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below. 

The cord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands, 

And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. 

So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, 
Shuts close his pinions to his breast, 

If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, 
And drops at once into her nest. 

The noblest captain of the British fleet 

Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet. 

O Susan, Susan, lovely dear! 

My vows shall ever true remain; 
Let me kiss off that Ming tear— 

We only part to meet again. 
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be 
The faithful compass that still points to thee ! 

Believe not what the landmen say. 

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: 
The/U teU thee sailors, when away^ 

In every port a mistress find: 
Yes, yes, believe them, when they teU thee so. 
For thou art present wheresoever I go ! 

If to far India's coast we sail 

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright. 

Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale. 
Thy skin is ivory so white: 


Thus every beauteous object that I view 
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovdy Sue. 

Though battle calls me from thy arms, 

Let not my pretty Susan mourn; 
Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, 

William shall to his dear return: 
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, 
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye. 

The boatswain gave the dreadful word. 
The sails their swelling bosom spread, 

No longer must she stay on board: 

They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. 

The lessening boat unwilling rows to land; 

Adieu ! she cried, and waved her lily hand. 

John Gay. 

The Sailor Laddie 

My love has been in London City, 
So has he been at Port Mahon, 
My love is away at Greenland, 
I hope he will come back again, 

Ohl my bonny sailor laddie, 
Oh! my bonny sailor, he. 
Well I love my sailor laddie, 
Blyth and merry may he be. 
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Greenland altho' it b no City, 
Yet it is a bonny place, 
Soon will he come back to England, 
Then to court his bonny lass. 

Oh! my bonny, &c. 

Fisher lads go to the fishing. 
Bonny lasses to the braes, 
Fisher lads come home at even, 
TeU how their fishing goes. 

Oh! my bonny, &c. 

Sailor lads come home at even. 
Casting off their tarry cloaths. 
Calling for their own true lovers, 
And telling how their trading goes. 

Oh ! my bonny, &c. 

Sailor lads has gold and silver, 
Fisher lads has nought but brass, 
Well I love my sailor laddie, 
Because I am a sailor's lass. 

Oh! my bonny, &c. 

Our noble Captain's gone to London, 
Oh! preserve them from the press, 
Send him safely back to Terry, 
There to court his bonny lass. 

Oh ! my bonny, &c. 

How can I be blythe and merry, 
And my true love so far from me, 
When so many pretty Sailors, 
Are prest^ and taken to the Sea. 

Oh ! my bonny, &c. 



When my love, he was in Terry, 
He came and saw me once a night; 
But now he 's prest to the Su Ann's 
And is kept quite out of my sight. 

Oh ! my bonny, &c. 

Oh ! I wish the press was over, 
And all the wars was at an end; 
Then every bonny sailor laddie 
Would be merry with his friend. 

Oh ! my bonny, &c. 

Here has been so much disturbance. 
Our Sailor lads dare not look out, 
For to drink with their own lasses, 
Or to have a single rout. 

Oh ! my bonny, Sec, 

My love, he's a bonny laddie, 
Blyth and merry may he be. 
If the wars were at an end. 
He would come and marry me. 

Oh! my bonny, &c. 

Some delight in jolly farmers^ 
Some delight in soldiers firee ; 
But my delight's in a sailor laddie, 
Blyth and merry may he be. 

Oh! my bonny. Sec, 

Oh, I wish the war was over. 
And peace and plenty come again, 
Then every bonny sailor laddie. 
Would come sailing o'er the main. 
Oh ! my ^ 
M a 


If the wars they were all over, 
And all our sailors were come home, 
Then every lass would get her laddie, 
And every mother get her son. 

Oh ! my bonny, &c. 

Come you by the Buoy and Nore, 

Or come you by the Roperie, 

Saw you of my love sailing, 

Oh, saw you him coming home to me. 

Oh ! my bonny sailor laddie, 
Oh! my bonny sailor, he, 
Well I love my sailor laddie, 
And my sailor he loves me. 


The Seaman? s Adieu 
To hispritty Betty ^ living near IVapping ; 
ory A Tat tern of True Love 

SwKST fViUum said pritty Betty, 
They were loving, kind, and pritty, 

none alive could be more true; 
Yet at last, how they was crost, 

in brief I wiU declare to you. 

He aboard was then conamanded, 
By no means he could withstand it, 
she was left with grief on shore ; 
Discontented, she lamented 
for the loss of him therefore. 


S'd he, my dearest, cease thy weeping, 
Heavens have thee still in keeping, 

for if I return alive, 
Here 's my hand, by Sea and Land, 

no Creature shall my Love deprive. 

Thus, with sighs and tears they parted, 
She to him was loyal-hearted, 

but her tears could not prevail; 
She was left, of joy bereft, 

for then the Ship was under Sail. 

But, alas! Tempestuous Weather, 
Wind and Rain, and Storms together, 

thus the raging Seas did rore; 
Quoth he, my dear, I greatly fear 

that I shall never see thee more. 

Thus the Claps of roaring thunder, 
Rais'd the waves to aU men's wonder, 

they were cast upon the Sand; 
The Ship was lost, and they was crost, 

they being many Leagues from Land. 

Thus their goodly Ship was staved. 
Nothing that they had was saved, 

but the lives of onely three ; 
We on shore, may grieve therefore, 

to think of their extremity. 

While their grief they were expressing. 
Heavens now doth send a blessing, 

for a Ship that sailed by. 
Which did see them, and did free them, 

from that woful Destiny. 



They were bound for London City, 
Where they found his true love's pitty, 

thus they did declare indeed; 
That WilBam he, was in the Sea, 

which made her very heart to bleed. 

O my dearest Love, she cryed. 
Would I for thy sake had dyed, 

thou li'st rouling in the deep; 
Hear my Ditty, Lovers pitty, 

can you now forbear to weep? 

O ye Rocks and Waves so cruel. 
You have rob*d me of my Jewel, 

you have got my heart's delight; 
O come seize me. Death, and ease me, 

thus she cryed day and night. 

Then the Messenger came creeping, 
All her friends was round her weeping, 

seeing of her misery : 
Then she cryed, as she dyed, 

Love, I long to be with thee. 


Constance and Anthony 

or an 
Admirable Northern Story 

Two Lovers in the Norths 
Constance and Anthony ^ 

Of them will I set forth 
a gallant History; 



They lov'd exceeding well, 

as plainly doth appear; 
But that which I shall tell, 
the like you ne'er did hear. 
Still she criesy Anthony^ 

my bonny Anthony^ 
Gang thou by Land or Sea^ 
ni wend along with thee^ 

Anthony must to Sea, 

his calling doth him bind, 
My Constance^ Dear, quoth he, 

I must leave thee behind; 
I prithee do not grieve, 

thy Tears will not prevail ; 
I'll think on thee, my sweet, 

when the Ship's under sail. 
But stilly &c. 

How may that be, said he, 

consider well the case; 
Quoth she, Sweet Anthony^ 

I'll bide not in this Place; 
If thou gang, so will I ; 

for the means do not doubt, 
A Woman's policy 

great Matters may find out. 
My bonnyj &c. 

I would be very glad, 
but prithee tdl me how? 

I'll dress me like a Lad, 
what say'st thou to me now? 



The Sea thou can'st not bnwk. 
Yes, very well, quoth she, 

I'll Scullion to the Cook, 
for thy sweet Company. 
My hwmy^ &c. 

Antbonfs leave she had, 

and drest in Man's array, 
She seem'd the blithest Lad, 

seen on a Summer's day; 
O, see what Love can do, 

at Home she will not bide; 
With her true Love she'll go, 

let weal or woe betide. 
My dearest^ &c. 

In the Ship 'twas her lot 

to be the Under-Cook; 
And at the Fire hot, 

great Pains she had took; 
She serv'd ev'ry one 

fitting to their degree; 
And now 9nd then alone 

she kissed Anthony, 
My bonny'j &c. 

Alack and well-a-day, 

by Tempest on the Main, 
Their Ship was cast away 

upon the Coast of S/xiin ; 
To th' mercy of the Waves, 

they ail committed were, 
Constance her own self saves, 

then she cries for her Dear. 
My bonny, &c. 


Swimming upon a Plank, 

at Bilbo she got ashore; 
First she did Heaven thank, 

then she lamented sore; 
O woe is me, said she, 

the saddest Lass alive, 
My dearest Anthony 

now on the Sea doth drive. 
My bonny, &c. 

What shall become (rf" me? 

why do 1 strive for Shore, 
Sith my sweet Anthony, 

I never shall see thee more ! 
Fair Constance, do not grieve, 

the same good Providence, 
Hath sav'd thy Lover sweet, 

but he is far from hence. 
StiB she, ftc. 

A Spanish Merchant rich, 

saw this fair seeming Lad, 
That did lament so much, 

and was so grievous sad ; 
He had in England been, 

and EngUsb understood; 
He, having heard and seen, 

he, in Amazement stood. 
Still she, &c. 

The Merchant asked her 
what was that Anthony ? 

Quoth she. My Brother, Sir, 
who came from thence with me. 


He did her entertain, 
thinking she was a Boy, 

Two years she did remain, 
before she met her Joy. 
StiO ske^ Ac. 

Anihwy up was ta'en 

by an English Runagade, 
With whom he did remain 

at the Sea-roTing Trade ; 
I' th' nature of a Slave, 

he did i* th' Galley row, 
Thus he, his life did save, 

but Constance did not know. 
Still tbe^ Ac. 

Now mark what came to pass, 

sec how the Fates did work, 
A ship that her Master's was, 

surpriz'd this English^Turk i 
And into Bilbo brought 

all that aboard her were, 
Constance fiill little thought, 

Anthony was so near. 
Still she^ Ac. 

When they were come on Shore, 

Anthony and the rest. 
She, who was sad before, 

was now with Joy possest. 
The Merchant much did muse 

at this so sudden change; 
He did demand the News, 

which unto him was strange 
Now shcj &c. 


Upon her Knees she fell, 

unto her Master kind, 
And all the truth did tell, 

nothing she kept behind: 
At which he did admire, 
and in a ship of Spain^ 
Not paying for their hh^, 
he sent them home again. 
Now she^ &c. 
The Spanish Merchant rich 

did of his own Bounty give, 
A Sum of Gold, on which 
they now do bravely live : 
And now in Westmorland^ 

they were joyn'd hand in hand, 
Constance and Anthony, 

they live in Mirth and Glee. 
Still she cries, Anthony^ 

my bonny Anthony, 
Good Providence nve see, 
both guarded thee and me* 


The Gallant Seamati^s J{etumfrom the 
Indies ; 

or^ The Happy Meeting of two Faithful 

I AM a stout Seaman, newly come on shore, 
I have been a long voyage, where I nere was before ; 
But now I am returned, I 'me resolved to see 
My own dearest honey, whose name is Betty, 



I have been absent from her fiill many a day, 
But yet I was constant in every way; 
Though many a beautiful Dame I did see. 
Yet none pleased me so well as pretty Betty. 

Now I am intended, whatever betide, 

For to go and see her, and make her my bride; 

If that she and I can together agree, 

I never will love none but pretty Betty. 

The gallant Seaman* s Song at bis meeting 
of Betty 

Well met, pretty Betty^ my joy and my dear, 
I now am returned thy heart for to chear; 
Though long I have been absent, yet I thought on 

my heart it was alwayes with pretty Betty. 

Then come, my own dearest, to the Tavern let 's go, 
Whereas wee'll be merry for an hour or two ; 
Lovingly together we both will agree. 
And rie drink a good health to my pretty Betty. 

And when we have done, to the Church we will hy, 
Whereas wee'l be joyned in Matrymony; 
And alwayes I'le be a kind husl^nd to thee. 
If that thou wilt be my wife, pretty Betty. 

1 will kiss thee, and hug thee all night in my arms, 
rie be careful of thee, and keep thee from harms ; 
I will love thee dearly in every degree, 

For my heart it is fixed on pretty Betty. 


For thee I will rove and sail far and near, 
The dangerous rough sea shall not put me in fear 
If I do get treasure, Fie bring it to thee. 
And I'le venture my life for my pretty Betty. 

And more then all this, I'le tell thee, my Dear, 
I will bring thee home rich Jewels for to wear; 
And many new fashions I will provide thee, 
So that none shall compare unto pretty Betty. 

Then come, mine own Dearest, and grant me thy 

Both loyal and constant to thee I will prove; 
If that thou wilt put trust and beleif in me, 
I vow nere to love none but pretty Betty. 

Bettys reply ^ wherein she shews her Love^ 
Promising him alwayes constant to prove. 

welcome, my Dearest, welcome to the shore. 
Thy absence so long hath troubled me sore; 
But since thou art returned, this Pie assure thee. 
It is thou art the man that my Husband shall be. 

Although that some Maids, now a dayes, prove 

Yet I'le never change my old Love for a new; 
My promise I'le keep while life remains in me. 
For tis thou art the man that my Husband shall be. 

1 have been courted by many a proper youth. 
If thou wilt beleive me, lie tell you the truth ; 
But all my affections I have set on thee. 

For thou art the man that my Husband shall be. 



Then, Dearest, be not discontented in mind, 
For to thee Tie alwayes prove loving and kind; 
No Lord nor Knight I'le have, if they would 

have me, 
For tis thou art the man that my Husband shall be. 

If that I might gain a whole Ship-load of money, 
I would not forsake my true Love and Honey: 
No wealth, nor yet riches shall force or tempt me. 
To forsake him who ever my true Love shall be. 

This lusty brave Seaman and his dearest Dear, 
Was married full speedily as I did hear; 
Now they both together do live happily. 
And he vows to love his pretty Beity. 

He is overjo/d now he has gain'd his mate, 
They do love and live without strife or debate; 
He is kind unto her in every degree, 
So I wish him well to enjoy pretty Betty. 

All you young men and maidens pray learn by my song, 
To be true to your sweethearts and do them no wrong ; 
Prove constant and just, and not false-hearted be. 
And so I will now conclude my new Ditty. 

T(homas) L(anfiers). 

The Sailor Boy 

The sailing trade is a weary life, 
It's robb'd me of my heart's delight. 
And left me here in tears to mourn, 
Still waiting for my love's return. 


Like one distracted this fm maid ran, 
For pen and paper to write her song, 
And at ev'ry line she drop't a tear, 
Crying alas! for Billy my dear. 

Thousands, thousands all in a room, 
My love he carries the brightest bloom, 
He surely is some chosen one, 
I will have him, or else have none. 

The grass doth grow on every lea, 
The leaf doth fall from every tree. 
How happy that small bird doth cry, 
That her true love doth by her lie. 

The colour of amber is my true love's hair. 
His red rosy cheeks dpth my heart ensnare. 
His ruby lips are soft, and with charms, 
I'd fain lay a night in his lovely arms. 

Father, father, build me a boat. 
That on the ocean I may float, 
And every ship that doth pass by, 
I may enquire for my sailor boy. 

She had not sail'd long upon the deep. 
Till a man of war she chanc'd to meet : 
O, sailor, sailor, send me word. 
If my true love William be on board. 

Your true love William is not here. 
For he is kill'd and so I fear. 
For the other day as we pass'd by. 
We see'd him last in the Victory* 



She wrung her hands and tore her hair, 
Crying, alas! my dearest dear, 
And overboard h« body threw, 
Bidding all worldly things adieu. 


The Welcome Sailor 

As I walked out one night, it being dark all over. 
The moon did show no light I could discover, 
Down by a river side where ships were sailing, 
A lonely maid I spied weeping and bewailing. 

I boldly stept up to her, and ask'd her what griev'd 

She made me this reply, None could relieve her. 
For my love is pressed, she cried, to cross the ocean. 
My mind is like the Sea, always in motion. 

He said, my pretty fair maid, mark well my story, 
For your true love and I fought for England's glory. 
By one unlucky shot we both got parted. 
And by the wounds he got, I'm broken hearted. 

He told me before he died his heart was broken. 
He gave me this gold ring, take it for a token, 
Take this unto my dear, there is no one fairer. 
Tell her to be kind and love the bearer. 

Soon as these words he spoke she run distracted. 
Not knowing what she did, nor how she acted, 
She run ashore, her hair showing her anger, 
Young man, you've come too late, for I'll wed no 




Soon as diese words she spoke, her love grew stronger, 
He flew into her arms, he could wait no longer, 
They both sat down and sung, but she sung clearest. 
Like a Nightingale in spring, Welcome home^ my 

He sang God bless the wind that blew him over, 
She sang God bless the ship that brought him over, 
They both sat down and sung, but she sung clearest, 
Like a Nightingale in spring, Welcome home, my 


The MaicPs Lamentatwn for the Loss 
of her True Love 

As I walked out one May morning down by a river's 

There I beheld a gay lady that was to have been a 

She was to have been a Bride, my boys, and a 

charmer to behold^ 
May the* Heavens above protect and keep all jolly 

sailors bold. 

I built my Love a very fine Ship, a Ship of noble Fame, 
With twenty-five Mariners to box about the Main; 
When the Wind blows. Boys, and Seas begin to spout, 
VLf true Love, and his gallant Ship, was sadly tost 

Our Anchor and our Cables we overboard did throw, 
Our Main-mast and our Rigging, overboard did blow, 
H 177 


By the T«npest of bad Weather, and the Raging. 

of the Sea, 
I never had but one true Love, and him they took 

from me. 

Says the Mother to the Daughter, what makes you 

to lament? 
Is there never a Lad in this Town that can give 

you Content? 
No, there's never a Lad in the Town ever shall 

suffer for me. 
Since the Seas and the Winds has parted my Love 

and me. 

There shall no Scarf go on my Head, no Comb 

into my Hair, 
No Fire bum, no Candle light to shew my Beauty 

For never will I married be, until the Day I die. 
Since the Seas and the Winds has parted my Love 

and me. 


The Distressed Ship Carpenter 

Well met, well met, my own true Love, 
Long time I have been seeking thee, 

I am lately come from the salt salt Sea, 
And. all for the Sake, Love, of thee. 

I might have had a King's Daughter, 
And fain she would have married me, 

Bi^ I've forsaken all her Crowns of Gold, . . 
And all for the Sake, Xove,. of thee.... 


If you. might have had a King's Daughter, 

I think you much to blame, 
I would not for Five Hundred Founds, 

That my Husband should hear the same. 

For my Husband is a Carpenter, 
And a young Ship Carpenter is he, 

And by him I have a little Son, 

Or else, Love, I'd go along with thee. 

But, if I should leave my Husband dear. 

Likewise my little Son also. 
What have you to maintain me withal, 

If I along with you should go ? 

I have seven Ships upon the Seas, 

And one of them brought me to Land, 

And Seventeen Mariners to wait on thee. 
For to be. Love, at your Command. 

A pair of Slippers thou shalt have, 
They shall be made of beaten Gold, 

Nay, and be lin*d with Velvet Soft, 
For to keep thy Feet from Cold. 

A gilded Boat then thou shalt have. 

Thy Oars shall be gilded also. 
And Mariners to row thee along, 

For to keep thee from thy overthrow. 

They had not been long upon the Sea, 

Before that she began to weep; 
What weep you for my Gold? he said, 

Or do you weep for my Fee? 

N a 179 


Or do you weep for some other young Man, 
That yoa love much better than me? 

Noy I do weep for my little Son, 

That should have come aloog with me* 

She had not been upon the Seas, 

Passing Days three or four, 
But the Mariner and she were drowned, 

And never were heard of more. 

When Tidings to OU England came, 

The Ship's Carpenter's wife was drown'd, 

He wrung his Huids, and tore his Hair, 
And grievously fell in a Swoon. 

Oh! cursed be those Mariners, 
For they do lead a wicked life, 

They ruin'd me a Ship Carpenter, 
By deluding away my Wife. 

^ To all you Ladies now at Land ' 

To all you ladies now at land, 

We men at sea indite; 
But first would have you understand 

How hard it is to write; 
The Muses now, and Neptune too. 
We must implore to write to you. 

With a foy hij la^ la^ la. 

For though the Muses should prove kind. 

And fill our empty brain; 
Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind, 

To wave the azure main. 


Our paper, pen and ink, and we 
Roll up and down our ships at sea. 

IViib a fa^ ia, loj la^ la. 

Then, if we write not by each post, 

Think not we are unkind; 
Nor yet conclude our ships are lost 

By Duictman, or by wind: 
Our tears we'll send a speedier way, 
The tide shall bring them twice a day. 

H^tt a fa^ ky la, la, la. 

The King, with wonder and sur]»ise. 

Will swear the seas grow bold; 
Because the tides will higher rise. 

Than e'er they did of Old ; 
But let him know it is our tears 
Bring floods of grief to Wbttehall stdrs. 

With a fa, la, la, la, la. 

Should foggy Opdam chance to know 

Our sad and dismal story, 
The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe 

And quit their fort at Goree; 
For what resistance can they find 
From men who've left their hearts behind? 
With a fa, la, la, la, la. 

Let wind and weather do its worst, 

Be you to us but kind, 
Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse, 

No sorrow shall we find. 
'Tis then no matter how things go, 
Or who 's our friend, or who 's our foe. 

With a fa, la, la, la, la. 


To pass our tedious hours away, 

We throw a merry main; 
Or else at serious ombre play, 

But why should we in vain 
Each other^s ruin thus pursue ? 
We were undone when we left you. 

With a fa^ lay la, la, la. 

But now our fears tempestuous grow, 

And cast our hopes away; 
Whilst you, regardless of our woe. 

Sit, careless, at a play: 
Perhaps, permit some happier man 
To kiss your hand, or flirt your £m. 

With a fa, la, la, la, la. 

When any mournful tune you hear, 

That dies in every note; 
As if it sigh'd with each man's care, 

For being so remote; 
Think then how often love we've made 
To you, when all those tunes were play'd. 
With a fa, la, la, la, la. 

In justice you cannot refuse 

To think of our distress. 
When we for hopes of honour lose 

Our certain happiness; 
All those designs are but to prove 
Ourselves more worthy of your love. 

With a fa, la, la, la, la. 

And now we've told you all our loves. 
And, likewise, all our fears, 


In hopes this declaration moves 

Some pity for our tears; 
Let's hear of no inconstancy, 
We have too much of that at sea. 

With a fa^ la^ la^ la^ la. 

Earl of Dorset. 

^ Farewell and Adieu ' 

Farewell, and adieu to you, {gay) Spanish ladies, 
Farewell and adieu to you> ladies of Spain I 

For we've received orders for to sail for old England, 
But we hope in a short time to see you again. 

We'll rant and we'll roar like tnie British heroes, 
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas, 

Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England ; 
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues; 

Then we hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'- 

west, boys, 

We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear ; 

We got soundings in ninety-five fathom, and boldly 

Up the channel of old England our course we 

did steer. 

The first land we made it was called the Deadman, 

Next, Ramshead off Plymouth, Surt, Portland 

and Wight; 

We passed by Beechy, by Fairleigh, and Dungeness, 

And hove our ship to, off the South Foreland light. 



Then a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, 

AU in the downs, that night for to sleep; 
Then stand by your stoppers, let go your shank* 
Haul all your clew-garnets, stick out tacks and 

So let every man toss off a full bumper. 
Let every man toss off his full bowls ; 

We'll drink and be joUy, and drown mdanchdy: 
So here's a good health to all true-beartod iouls« 


^ BloTP High^ Blow Lm> ^ 

Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear 

The main-mast by the board; 
My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear. 

And love, well stored. 

Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear. 

The roaring winds, the raging sea. 

In hopes on shore 

To be once more 

Safe moor'd with theel 

Aloft while mountains high we go. 

The whistling winds that scud along, 
And surges roaring from below, 
Shall my signal be, 
To thiiJc on thee. 
And this shall be my song: 
Blow high, blow low, &c. 



And on that night when aU the crew 

The mem'ry of their former lives 
O'er flowing cans of flip renew, 

And drink their sweethearts and their wives, 
I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee; 
And, as the ship rolls through the sea, 
The burthen of my song shall be, — 
Blow high, blow low, &c. 

Charlies Dibdin. 

Sailor^ s Journal 

'TwAS post meridian, half-past four, 

By signal I from Nancy parted. 
At six she lingered on the shore. 

With uplift hands and broken-hearted. 
At seven, while tautening the forestay, 

I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy; 
At eight we all got under weigh. 

And bid a long adieu to Nancy! 

Night came, and now eight bells had rung. 

While careless sailors, ever cheary. 
On the mid watch so jovial sung. 

With tempers labour cannot weary. 
I, litde to their mirth inclined. 

While tender thoughts rushed on my fancy, 
And my warm sighs increased the wind, 

Look'd on the moon, and thought of Nancy ! 

And now arrived that jovial night 
When every true-bred tar carouses; 


When, o'er the grog, aU hands ddi^t 

To toast their sweethearts and their spouses. 

Round went the can, the jest, the glee, 
While tender wishes fiU'd each fancy; 

And when, in turn, it came to me, 
I heaved a sigh, and toasted Nancy! 

Next mom a storm came on at four, 

At six the elements in motion 
Plunged me and three poor sailors more 

Headlong within the foaming ocean. 
Poor wretches ! they soon found their graves ; 

For me — ^it may be only fancy,— 
But love seem'd to forbid the waves 

To snatch me from the arms of Nancy ! 

Scarce the foul hurricane had dear'd. 

Scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle, 
When a bold enemy appeared. 

And, dauntless, we prepared for battle. 
And now, while some loved friend or wife 

Like lightning rush'd on every fancy. 
To Providence I trusted life. 

Put up a prayer, and thought of Nancy ! 

At last, — 'twas in the month of May, — 

The crew, it being lovely weather, 
At three a. H. discover'd day 

And England's chalky cliffs together. 
At seven up Channel how we bore. 

While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy. 
At twelve I gaily jump'd ashore, 

And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy ! 

Charles Dibdin. 

The Token 

The breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, 
Each breaker hush'd, the shore a haze, 
When Jack, no more on duty call'd, 
His true-love's tokens overhauled: 
The broken gold, the braided hair, 
The tender motto, writ so fair. 
Upon his 'bacco-box he views, 
Nancy the poet. Love the muse : 
'If you loves I as I loves you, 
No pair so happy as we two.' 
The storm — that like a shapeless wreck 
Had strew'd with rigging all the deck. 
That tars for sharks had given a feast, 
And left the ship a hulk — ^had ceased: 
When Jack, as with his messmates dear 
He shared the grog, their hearts to cheer. 
Took from his 'bacco-box a quid. 
And spelt, for comfort, on the lid, 
' If you loves I as I loves you. 
No pair so happy as we two.' 
Tlie battle — ^that with horror grim. 
Had madly ravaged life and limb. 
Had scuppers drenched with human gore, 
And widow'd many a wife — was o'er: 
When Jack to his companions dear 
First paid the tribute of a tear. 
Then, as his 'bacco-box he held. 
Restored his comfort, as he spell'd, 
' If you loves I as I loves you. 
No pair so happy as we two.' 



The vojage*-that had been long and hard. 
But that had yielded full reward; 
That brought each sailor to his friend, 
Happy and rich — was at an end; 
When Jack, his toils and perils o'er, 
Beheld his Nancy on the shore, 
He then the 'bacco-box display'd, 
And cried, and seized the willing maid, 

'If you loves I as I loves you. 

No pair so happy as we two/ 

Charles Dibdin. 

The Standing Toast 

The moon on the ocean was dimm'd by a ripple, 

Affording a chequer'd delight. 
The gay jolly tars pass'd the word for the tipple, 

And the toast, for 'twas Saturday night: 
Some sweetheart or wife that he loved as his life 

Each drank while he wish'd he could hail her; 
But the standing toast that pleased the most 

Was — The wind that blows, the ship that goes, 
And the lass that loves a sailor! 

Some drank the king and his brave ships. 

And some the constitution, 
Some, May our foes and all such rips 

Own English resolution ! 
That fate might bless some Poll or Bess, 

And that they soon might hail her; 
But the standing toast, &c. 



Some drank our queen, and some our land. 

Our gloriou$ land of freedom i 
Some that our tars might never stand 

For heroes brave to lead 'em ! 
That beauty in distress might find 

Such friends as ne'er would fail her; 
But the standing toast, &c. 

Charles Dibdik. 

The Saildf^s Adieu 

The topsdls shiver in the wind. 

The ship she casts to sea; 
But yet my soul, my heart, my mind, 

Are, Mary, moor'd with thee. 
For though thy sailor's bound afar. 
Still love shall be his leading star. 

Should landmen flatter when we've sail'd, 

O doubt their artful tales; 
No gallant sailor ever fail'd. 

If Love breath'd constant gales: 
Thou art the compass of my soul 
Which steers my heart from pole to pole. 

Sirens in every port we meet, 
More fell than rocks or waves; 

But such as grace the British fleet 
Are lovers and not slaves: 

No foes our courage shall subdue, 

Although we've left our hearts with you. 



When in the bilboes I was penn'd. 
For serving of a worthless friend, . 
And every creature from me ran: 

No ship performing quarantine, 

Was ever so deserted seen, 

None hail'd me, woman, child, nor man; 

But though false friendship's sails were furl'd. 
Though cut adrift by all the world, 
rd all the world in lovely Nan. 

I love my duty, love my friend, 
Love, truth, and merit to defend, 
To moan their loss who hazard ran; 

I love to u^ke an honest part, 
Love beauty and a spotless heart. 
By manners love to show the man ; 

To sail through life, by honour's breeze — 
'Twas all along of loving these 
First made me doat on lovely Nan. 

Charles Dibdin. 


^ Sweet Annie frae the Sea-beach came ' 

Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came. 

Where Jockey's speel'd the vessel's side: 
^I wha can keep her heart at hame, 
When Jockey's toss'd aboon.the tide? 

speel'd] climbed. 


Far ofF 'tiU distant r^ms he gangs. 
But Fse be tine, as he ha' been; 

And when 3k lass around him thrangs, 
He'll think on Annie's faithful een. 

Our wealthy laird I met yestreen; 

With gowd in hand he tempted me, 
He prais'd my brow, and rowan een, 

Ajid made a brag of what he'd gie. 

But though my Jockey's far away, 
Blaw'd up and down the awsome main, 

I'se keep my heart anither day. 
Syne Jockey may return again. 

Nae mair, fause Jamie, sing nae mair. 
And fairly cast your pipe away; 

Thy Jockey wad be truhled sair. 
To see his frien' his lo'e betray. 

Yer sangs, and a' yer verse is vain. 
While Jockey's notes do ^thfU flow; 

To him my heart shaU true remain, 
I'se keep it for my constant Jo« 

Blaw saft, ye gales, round Jockey's head; 

And gar the waves be cawm and still 
His hameward sails with breezes speed, 

And dinna a' my pleasures spill. 

Though full o'erlang will be his stay. 
Yet then he'll braw in siller shine. 

I'se keep my heart anither day, 
Syne Jockey will again be mine. 

Pd think^on thee^ my Love 

In storms when clouds obscure the sky, 
And thunders roll, and lightnings fly, 
In midst of all these dire alarms, 
I think, my Sally, on thy charms; 

The troubled main. 

The wind and rain, 
My ardent passion prove; 

Lash'd to the helm. 

Should seas overwhelm, 
I'd think on thee, my Love. 

When rocks appear on every side. 
And art is vain the ship to guide. 
In varied shapes when death appears, 
The thoughts of thee my bosom cheers. 

The troubled main, &c. 

But should the gracious powers be kind. 
Dispel the gloom and still the wind. 
And waft me to thy arms once more, 
Safe to my long-lost native shore; 

No more the main 

I tempt again. 
But tender joys improve; 

I then with thee 

Should happy be, 
And think on nought but love.- 




Mh,mJ,Athi<m*$RealSaihr^ong8. (London. 1891.) Refioence 

to numben. 
UaU.«»J. O. HamweU*s Early Naval BaUads, (Percy Society. 

1841.) Ref. to pages. 
R. B.-Roxbuigbe BalUdi. (Ballad Society.) Ref. to volumes 

and pages. 
B. B. ■> Bagford Ballads. (Ballad Society.) Ref. to volumes and 

D. B. es Douce Ballads in Bodleian. Ref. to volume and number. 
Rawl.«Rawlinson's Ballads in Bodleian. Ref. to volume and 

W. -> Wood's Ballads in Bodleian. Ref. to Shelf.mark. 
D. S.« Donee's Collection of English Songs in Bodleian. (5 vols.) 
Chap, a Chappell's Popular Music of tkt Oldim Time. (London. 

1855-7O R«f« to P«gcs. 
Child « Prof. F. J. ChUd's English and Seottisk Popular Ballads. 

(5 vols.) Ref. to numbers. 
L.«W. H. Logan's Ptdlar*s Paei of Ballads and Songs, 

(Edinburgh. 1869.) Ref. to pages. 

N.B.— -The following list of sources is not intended to be complete. 
In most cases ocJy the source from which the present version 
has been taken is given. The notes signed C. A. O. B. are 
kindly contributed by Admiral Sir Cypnan Bridge. 

X. From a MS. in the library at Trinity College, 
Cambridge. It is printed m £arly EngUsh Text Society^ 
35, 1867 ; Ash. (preface), and Hall., p. i. Cf. Sir 
Henry Ellis's Original Letters^ 2nd series, vol. i. p. no, 
''-^r a letter requesting a licence on behalf of the Earl of 
ford to carry pilgrims to Compostella in *the Jesus 
"^rwellc *, The exportation of pilgrims to the shrine 
t. James (whose body was discovered in 797) was 
'ular trade ; in 1434 a licence to carry no less than 
t pilgrims was granted by Henry VI. Cf. Sorrow's 
fir Spmn^ ch. 37. * War-take' in st. 10. i has 

a 195 


baffled all editors. It might mean war-tackle, some 
apparatus outside the vessel : but this is not probable, 
and anv alternative explanation is purely conjectural. 
' Febyll cell ' in st i6. 4 is a slightly-built cabin such 
as was sometimes hastily constructed by the ship's car- 
penter down to the very last days of wooden ships. 

' If the spelling of parts of this song were changed 
to present forms, and allowance made for altered or 
provincial pronunciation in a few Vords, it would 
appear surjMisingly modem. The song is most likely 
the composition of a sailor on board what was certainly 
a merchant vessel (''then cometh our owner like a 
lord ''), and one of its subjects — for it portrays seamen's 
life as well — is that which always was, and perhaps still 
is, a matter of unfailing interest and amusement to 
sailors — viz. the miseries of landsmen afloat in rough 
weather. The only thing that can give rise to doubt 
as to the calling of the author is its regular and rather 
artificial versification — four-lined stanzas of which the 
first three lines all liiyme and the fourth rhymes with 
the corresponding line in the next stanza. This may 
possibly be the result of editing. 

Some of the phrases are especially interesting and 
are still extant.* [C. A. G. B.l 

* St. 4. 1. " Howe ! hissa ! '^ would now be " Ho ! 
hissa ! " still used on board sailing merchant vessels 
instead of the inconveniently longer ''Ho! hoist 
away ! " Hiiser is French for hoist ; and a form of 
it is found in most Romance languages. 

St. 4. a. '' What ho ! mate," was in common use 
till very lately and, perhaps, still is. 

"thou stondyst to ny. Thy felow may nat 

hale the by," in modem spelling would be 

" thou standest too nigh (near). Thy neighbour cannot 
haul beside thee,** thou art too close to him to give him 
room to haul. 


St. 5. 3. " Y how ! taylia ! " is " Yeo ho ! talley." 
I have heard " Talley and belay," which came from the 
merchant service: and the following quotations are 
from the Century Dictionary \ "When they hale aft 
the Sheate of Maine or fore sailes, they say Tallee aft 
the Sheate." MS. Harleian, 6a86 (Halliwell). 

" And while the lee clew-garnet 's lowered away, 
Taut aft the sheet they tally and belay." 


St. 8. I. "What howe! no nere! " is "What 
ho ! no higher ! " of modem time ; but " Near ! " 
or " Too near ! " instead of " No higher ! '* survived 
till my time ; but was regarded as old-fashioned. 

St. 10. a. "Cover the boorde" may be " Lay the 
cloth." If so, it is interesting to know that tablecloths 
were in use afloat so long ago. 

St. 14. 3, "Alias! mynehedewoll cleve on threl" 
Tfiis line shows that the sensations during sea-sickness 
were the same as they are now. One has often heard 
a sea-sick person say "My head is splitting.** It is 
a common precursor of actual nausea. 

The last stanza shows that in a crowded passenger 
vessel some of the passengers had to sleep in the hold. 
Thus they were near the pump and near the bilge- 
water : which in most wooden ships is offensive, and, 
when refuse was allowed to be thrown into the hold, 
as some authorities say it used to be in old days, the 
stink must have been nearly unendurable.' [C. A. G. B.] 

2. Thomas Wright's Festive Songs (Percy Society, 
vol. xxiii). From Common Conditions, a comedy 
published about 1570. 

* If it were not for the structure of the stanza, which 
indicates technical skill not to be looked for in nautical 
folk songs, this might be taken as a real sea song of 



the Fore-bitter dass. Periiaps it is a fragment of one, 
amended by a shoie-gobg editor/ [C. A. G. B.] 

3, 4, 5. HaU., pp. 14-179 79. 3 and 4 are from 
MS. Sloane 3497, fol. 47, in the British Museum, 
5 from a private MS. A note at the end of 3, ' Sor 
Richard C^ridiUdes, farewell/ seems to refer the poem 
to Grenville's voyage of discovery in 1585. The tran- 
scription is illiterate and the text hesas traces of a Scotch 
origin. The present text contains a few alterations, 
for the sake of the rhyme or the sense : in 3 Hall, 
has, in 1. a ^whinges of hie desarte', in 1. 10 'stead- 
foot', in 1. 17 'alicke', in 1. 18 'whom fortune sicke', 
in 1. 36 'trishe', in 1. 38 'slishe', and in 1. 29 'that': 
but 1. ^ does not seem to make sense as it stands, and 
1. 13 wants ' dwell ' or some such word for the rhyme ; 
in the last stanza ' bine ' and ' foylde ' need emendation. 
In 4 Hall, has in 1. a ' seaes ', and in 1. 34 'hast'. 

'These are of a much higher class than genuine 
sailors' songs. Probably by die same author. The 
classical mythology in no. 5 proves its shore origin.' 

6. From John Hinton's DeuteromeBaj 1609. Printed 
in Chap., R. B., ftc. 

' An interesting fragment showing the jealousy be- 
tween the war navy and the merchant service. It was 
probably written by some one in or connected with the 
latter.' [C. A. G. B.] 

7. Rawl. 157; also in D. B. ii. 174. For other 
versions of this ballad, which may have been written 
by Martin Parker, cf. no. n, R. B. vi. 431, 796, 797 ; 
Chap. 778. 

' Founded on a genuine Fore-bitter, if not a Fore- 
Intter but little altered. In singing songs of this 
kind when there was no chorus, the last line of each 
stanza was made to serve as one.' [C. A. G. B.] 


8. D. B. 1. 37. 

^^'You bargain with men for six months, 
And pay them but for five." 

This most likely refers to the practice of paying 
seamen by the lunar month, there being not much 
difference in the number of days (148) in six lunar 
months and that (151) in five calendar months, January 
to May inclusive. Till a very late date the crews of 
short voyage steamers were victualled for a lunar month 
only, though serving for a full calendar month. The 
song is founded on a genuine sailor's song ; and seems 
to be but little altered.' [C. A. G. B.] 

II. Child, 289. Six versions of the ballad are 
there collated; this is from a broadside printed by 
Birt, and is copied from Ash. 41. Cf. no. 7. 

'This song was a favourite on the forecastle till 
well within my recollection. The air was a poor one.' 

14. D. B. ii. 168, cf. R. B. vi. 431 ff. ; Chap. 391. It 
is interesting to compare this ballad with nos. 7 and 38-. 
It is altered from Martin Parker's original song, circ. 

15. Hall., p. 131. In commemoration of Sir 
Edward Hawke's splendid defeat of the French off 
Belleisle on Nov. ao, 1759. The author seems to have 
been the actor, John Wignell, whose poems were pub- 
lished in 1 763. 

16. Hall., p. 135. There is some reason for think- 
ing that it was sung m Charles Shadwell's Fair Quaker 
of Deal m 1714. 

17. From Davidson's Poetical Rhapsody^ 1602. It 
was written for the Gray's Inn Masque {Gesta Graiorum) 
in 1594. 




A From a sitp-soog in the possesstoo of Prof. 
C. H. Filth. 

I. D. S. u 1. 7 'deep'. 'A tenn used in estimating 
the fathoms intermediate to those indicated by marks on 
the ao-fathom soiinding*iine. Formerly also *' dip *\* 
Oxford Didumary. 

< " Dip " was mere mispronunciation and was used 
within my recollection by people who never S)elled the 
word in any way but "deq)".' [C. A, G. B.J 

90. * Introduced to the forecastle from the shore and 
rather a Bivourite, most likely because of its rousing 
chorus.' [C.A.G.B.] 

sa. D. S. iL 

SIS, 84. From Songi of tie Sa^orU^ collected by 
Rev. F. Iliife, London, i86i. 

85. D. S. i. 

86. D. S. iii. 

97. D. S. i. ; Hall., P* 141* In Kttchiner's Loyal 
Somgi of England xt is stated that this song was sung by 
Mr. Gawdry in a pantomime called RMnson Crusoe 
produced at Drury Lane in 1781, which, according to 
Bkgraphla Dramaiica (181a), Ms said to have been 
contrived by Mr. Sheridan, whose powers, if it really 
be his performance, do not seem adapted to the pro- 
duction of such kinds of entertainments.' 

^This was a fiivourite on the forecastle and is 
probably a genuine sailors' song. It kept its popularity 
till recent years.' [C. A. G. B.] 

88. Durfe/s Wii and Mlrth^ or PiUs to Purge 
Melancholy^ 17 19; Hall., p. 96. In 1. 3 ^the Coach ' 
was ' an apartment near the stern of a man of war, 
usually occupied by the captain '. Oxford Dictionary, 
In stanza t, 1. 3 ' a-trip ' means ' hoisted from the cap, 
sheeted home, and ready for trimming '. Smyth, quoted 


in Oxfird DicHonary. St. 3, 1. 5 ' Shall be drubb'd at 
the Geers*. 'Tackle for hoisting and lowering the 
lower yards. 1672 Narborough JmL 9 Sept., Captain 
Fowles comander of his Msfi^^ Ann was dismissed 
from his comande for beatinge one M' Murfeild 
comander of a collier at the Jers. 1 7 1 3 W. Rogers Foy, 
34 He was lash'd to the Main-Geers and drub'd. 
1735 De Foe Fey, round World (1840) 87, I caused 
him to be brought to the gears, with a halter about his 
neck, and be soundly whipped.' Oxford Dictionary, 
1. 4 'the Logg ' was ' an apparatus for ascertaining the 
rate of a ship's motion, consisting of a thin quadrant of 
wood, loaded so as to float upright in the water, and 
fastened to a line wound on a reel '. Oxford Dictionary. 
In stanza 4, 1. 3 ' To lye a Try (Sea-Phrase) is where 
the wind blows so hard, that the ship cannot maintain 
or bear out the mainsail, and they make her lie a Try 
under the misen*sail only '. Bailey^ s Dictionary, 

' This looks like an attempt to copy a genuine sailors' 
song.' [C. A. G. B.] 

30. ' This was brought off from the shore; but never 
got quite acclimatized afloat.' [C. A G. B.] 

31. ' Probably of all C. Dibdin's songs the greatest 
favourite among sailors.' [C. A. G. B.J 

3a. Notes and Queries^ ser. 7, xi. 411. 

' Had a certain vogue afloat.' [C. A. G. B.] 

33. D. S. i. Cf. N. and Q. ser. 7, i. 310. 

35. ' I have heard this song on the forecastle : but 
it never became common there.' [C. A G. B.] 

36. 'A song certain not to have been popular with 
forecastle audiences.' [C. A. G. B.] 

37. D. S. V. 

40. For various versions of ' Sir Patrick Spens ' cf. 
Child, 48. 


41. Rawl. 1*83 ; D. B. it. 197 ; cf. R. B. vi. 469. 
The rhymes are faulty in stanzas 4, 6, 13, 15, 16, and 18. 
R. B. suggests ' made' for ^ shot' in 16, and omits ^on 
shore' m i8. In 15 ^Dogs' and 'Rogues' ofier a clue. 

' Probably the work of a ballad-maker who had heard 
the men of returned crews give an account of their 
voyage. It recalls the days when merchant-ships were 
armed not much less heavily than men-of-war of the 
same size. ''Amain, amain," means "Strike your 
flag." jimene% voire pavilion / ' [C. A. G. B.] 

4a. W. 40a. 37 : cf. W. 401. 55 ; D. B. L 19 
and iii. 84. Child (167) collects many versions. The 
three sons of John Barton obtained letters of reprisal 
against the Portuguese for the seizure of a richly 
loaded ship commanded by their father; and they 
appear to have enjoyed the privilege till it became a 
haint. At any rate Andrew, one of the sons, used to 
take Englishmen's goods and say that they were 
Portuguese; and King Henry VIII, in June 1511, 
sent Lord Edmund Howaid and Lord Thomas 
Howard to capture the pirate. The Lord Charles of 
the ballad was not bom till twenty-five years after the 
fight. It b noticeable that Sir Andrew seems not to 
have fired any guns in the fight, but to have relied on the 
' beams ' wluch could be lowered on to the enemy's 
deck. The poet is not lucid as to their mechanism 
or efficacy: but the three attempts on the mainmast 
tree afford him scope for the finest passage in the 
ballad. ' Until you hear my whistle blow ' is a mis- 
interpretation of the Scotch version 'till', meaning 

' The Scotch resent Barton being considered a pirate. 
J. Hill Burton in his History of Scotland (^ vol. edition), 
iii. p. 70, calls him a " great Scots sea-captain ". He 
was defeated and killed in 1512 by a force under two 


sons of the Earl of Surrey — Lord Thomas Howard 
and Sir Edward Howard (Burton). 

Part II, St. 4. 5 : "A glass lie set that may be seen." 
'^ To set a glass ** generally meant to turn the sand-glass, 
by which time was kept on board ship till near the middle 
of Queen Victoria's reign.' [C. A. G. B.] 

43. Henry Martin is clearly no other than Andrew 
Barton of no. 42; see Child, 250. This version is 
copied, by kind permission of Mr. Frank Kidson, from 
his Tradittonal Tunes. 

44. 45. The * Sweet Trinity * occurs in broadsides 
printed about 1682-85, though Ash. (75) says that the 
date of the ballad ' is thought ' to be 1635. Cf. Child, 
286, where four versions of the ' Sweet Trinity * are 
given, thirteen versions of the * Grolden Vanity '. The 
variations in the story are mainly about the ending, the 
fate of the cabin boy being a subject for much difler- 
ence of opinion. Professor Child remarks that not 
impossibly the source of the traditional copies of the 
' Golden Vanity ' may be as old as the broadside of the 
' Sweet Trinity '. Cf. R. B. vi. 421 ; L. 42. 

45. 'Probably a ballad recounting an episode in a 
merchant-vessel's voyage.' [C. A. G. B.] 

46. Hall., p. 25 ; R. B. vi. 376. On his return from 
navigating the world in 158 1. 

47. From the opera of Sir Francis Drahe^ ' repre- 
sented daily at the Cockpit in Drury Lane at Three 
afternoon Punctually', 1659. Hall., p. 25. 

48. Hall., p. 17 ; R. B. vi. 378. John Still, Bishop 
of Bath and Wells, the reputed author of Gammer 
GurtotCs Needle^ died in 1607. 

49. Durfey's Wit and Mtrth^ 1719. There are 



two distinct versions given in R. B. vi. 379 and other 
variants. Cf. Hall., pp. 19, ao; Chap., p. 313. 

50. This song, by John O'Keefe, dramatist and 
actor ( 1 747-1833), anords a strong contrast to the 
contemporary poems on the Armada. The music was 
by Dr. Arnold. R. B. vi. 383. 

51. D. B. iii. 80 : cf. R. B. vi. 404 ; Child, 288. 
An eighteenth-century ballad; the story is wholly 

5a. D. B. i. 73: cf. R. B. vi. 411. Date, about 1600 

53. D. B. i. 81 : cf. R. B. vi. 426 ; Hall., p. 55 ; 
Child, 387 ; L. I. John Ward was a Kentish man and 
took to ' roving ' in 1605. His career was meteoric ; 
in 1609 he and Dansekar were called 'the two late 
famous pirates '. See Ashton's interesting note, (3). 

54, 55. W. 40T. 80, 402. 39 ; D. B. ii. 199 : cf. 
R. B. vi. 422. No. 55 is the second part of no. 54 
on the broadsides. 

56. R. B. viii. 141 ; Ash. 82 ; L. 47. End of 
eighteenth century. Captain Glen is apparently a fic- 
titious character. Compare the ballad of 'Bonnie 
Annie * (no. 74) for the superstition. 

57. R. B. vi. 428 ; Ash. 4. Date, about 1635. 
Probably by Laurence Price. 

58. Hall., p. 100 ; see note on no. 60. 

59. B. B. i. 117 ('The Midshipman's Garland'). 
There is a somewhat different version in Ash. 7 and 
Kitchiner's Loyal Songs of England^ containing the 
correct ' King ' for ' Queen * in stanza 4, 1. 8, but 
otherwise inferior and omitting the last two stanzas. 
See note on no. 60. N.B. Ashton's version, 1. 18, reads 
' Fill'd the scuppers of the rising Sun * ; cf. no. 60, 


stanza 8, 1. 4. Tourville's ship was the Royal Sun, 
named in allusion to Louis' favourite emblem, as 
Macaulay states in his History of England, ch. xviii. 
(quoted B. B. i. 117). She was 'widely renowned as 
the finest vessel in the world *. 

* " Culvering " — culverin, an i8-pounder gun. "Tur- 
vil," the great French admiral Tourville/ [C. A. G. B. j 

60. B. B. i. 297 ; Ash. 8. These three ballads, nos. 
58, 59, and 60, are an interesting comment upon the 
historical events. Lord Torrington's character 'has 
been entirely cleared of the imputation of cowardice or 
treason in the action off Beachy Head on June 30, 1690, 
when the Dutch allies, by their own foolhardiness, 
were crushed by the Count de Tourville. The danger 
was very great, since William was in Ireland ; and if 
Tourville had not exasperated the south coast of England 
by burning Teignmouth, and William had not won the 
battle of the Boyne, James would doubtless have landed 
immediately in England. Torrbgton was court-mar- 
tialled but acquitted. Russel, who succeeded him, was 
a Jacobite, and had promised not to hinder a French 
invasion by his huge fleet. However Louis, believing 
in his treachery, ordered Tourville to attack the English 
fleet at any disadvantage ; and when they met oft the 
heights of Barfieur, on May 19, 169a, only twenty-two 
out of Tourville's fifty ships escaped to St. Malo. 
Russel had declared, ' Do not think that I will let the 
French triumph over us in our own seas. If I meet 
them, I will fight them, even though King James were 
on board ' : and he kept his word. 

'Can "Old Lewis, their Fistula-Master" mean 
that Louis XIV was the piper who called the tune of 
war?' [C.A.G.B.] 

61. Durfey's Wit and Mirtb^ 1719. 'Sir Geoige 



Rooke and the Duke of Ormond failed in their 
attempts on Cadiz, but defeated the French immediately 
afterwards in Vigo Bay, and took or burnt the whole 
Plate-fleet which Chateau-Regnault was convoying home 
to Spain/ (Kitchin.) This year, 170a, most hafe 
been the most popular period in the Duke of Ormond's 
chequered career. Durfey has another song on the 
same theme, ^ Ye brave boys and tars/ Hall., p. 69 ; 
Chap. 678. 

6a. Hall., p. laa. Admiral Benbow was bom at 
Shrewsbury in 1650. In August 1702, during an 
engagement with Du Casse off Carthagena, his leg was 
earned away by a chain-shot; and at this critical 
moment he was deserted by the other ships of his 
squadron ; he kept up the fight till the next morning, 
when the French sheered off. Captains Kirby and 
Wade were court-martialled and executed. Boibow 
died of his wounds at Jamaica in October. There is 
another ballad of his death, ^ Oh we sailed to Virginia 
and thence to Fial.' 

63. Hall., p. 114 ; Chap. 597. Ho«er was sent to 
the Spamsh West Indies in 1 726 with orders to block the 
ports ; and from his enforced inactivity was assailed by 
the derision of the Spaniards and the diseases of the 
climate. His crews, his ships, and his prestige 
suffered daily ; and he is said to have died of a broken 
heart. A ballad, after the taking of Porto Bello in 
1739, represents Vernon's answer to the ghost : Hall., 
p. 118. A parody of * Hosier's Ghost', called 
'Brissot's Ghost', appeared in the jfnii- Jacobin, 

64. Ash. 7. This song first appeared in W. Shield's 
opera of Loci and Key in 1796. Captain Sam. Marshall 
of the Aritbusa (32 guns), part of Admiral Keppel's 
fleet, encountered La Bdk PouU off Ushant in June, 



1773. The Arethusa had not by any means the 
success which this ballad claims, and was worsted in 
the duel. 

66. D. S. til. ' Sung by Mr. Sedgwick.' On the 
outbreak of the war with revolutionary France in 1793, 
Lord Howie took command of the Channel Fleet, and 
bringing the enemy to an action some 500 miles off 
Ushant on June i, 1794, he inflicted a decisive and 
important defeat upon them, capturing six ships of war, 
and sinking one. 

67. This ballad is chiefly interesting because it is 
taken from the Skylark published at Edinburgh in 1803. 

69. From Songes anJ Sonnettes^ published by Richard 
Tottel in 1557. This song is under the heading 
'Uncertain Auctours'. It is printed m the Oxford 
Book of Verscj 54. 

70. W. e. 25. 153; D. B. ii. 286: cf. R. B. iii. 
127 (a slightly different version by Cuthbert Birket); 
Hall., p. 108. Another version of this ballad, 'The 
Welcome Sailor' (no. 87) presents many interesting 
points of contrast. 

71. D. B. i. 122. 
7a. D. B. ii. 214. 

73. From William AUingham's • Ballad Book 
(London, 1864). Two other versions are printed in 
L., pp. 24, 25. Cf. no. 88. In line 16 ' withershins ' 
means 'contrary to the course of the sun', i.e. 

74. Kinloch's^ffom/ Seottuh Battads^ p. 123 ; Child, 
24. There is another 'Dumbarton' version in Child. 
Cf. ' Captain Glen ', no. 56. In 1. 11, 

'There's fey fowk in our ship', 

' fey ' means ' doomed to die soon '• 



75. Rawl. 64 ; B. B. i. 361 ; Hall., p. 49. This 
ballad would perhaps be more appropriately placed in 
the first group among the songs ' in praise of sailors '; 
but it forms a good companion to the next ballad. 

76. Hall., p. 42; B. B. i. 389. Date, about 

77. Rawl. 188; Hall., p. 85. 

79. Printed by kind permission of Miss Lucy Broad- 
wood. This version is slightly altered and abridged 
(for concert-singing purpose^ from that originally pub- 
lished in the Foii Stmg Society Journal. 

80. Third Edition. 

81. ' I never heard this song sung by sailors, or even 
alluded to by them, notwithstanding its being so well 
known ashore.' [C. A. G. B.] 

8a. Ash. 35. 

83. D. B. ii. 196; B. B. i. 374; Ash. 38. 

84. D. B. i. 39 (printed at Gk)sport) and iii. 16. 
Cf. R. B. i. 34. The tenth stanza is omitted in the 
former broadside. 

85. Rawl. 97; D. B. i. 87; R. B. vi. 415; Hall., 
p. 76. 

86. Ash. 63. There is another version in the 
Folk Song Society Journal^ vol. i. 3. 30. 

87. Ash. 74. Compare this with no. 70. 

88. Ash. 59. The first stanza has been corrected 
from a version in the possession of Professor Fifth. 
No. 73 is the same balkd in a Scotch and apparently 
later form. 

89. Ash. 74. 


90. Edition of 1721. In the seventh stanza 'the 
main ' is a technical term in the throwing of dice. 

91. This is copied from J. H. Dixon's jinclent 
PoemSf Ballads ami Songs (Percy Society, vol. xvii) ; 
but versions vary considerably, and the song is still much 
sung in the navy. Chap. 736. 

9a. A curiously similar song of much the same date, 
* Go High, Go Low,' was published in the Dairy-maU^ 
Edinb. 1784. See L. 51. 

97. D. S. iv. 

98. Skylark^ 1803. 

99. D. S. ii. 

100. From W. E. Henley's Poems^ dated 1886. 
The note at the end of it, *the burthen and the third 
stanza are old ', is sufficient excuse for reprinting it, by 
kind permission of Mr. David Nutt, in this collection. 



All handi op aloft .... 

All io the Dovras the fleet Uy moor'd 

Aloof I and aloof 1 and steady I ftccr 

A mighty great fleet, the like was neie seen 

As I lay musing in my bed . 

As I through Sandwich town passed along 

As I walked ont one night, it being dark all over 

As I walkM oat one morning down by a river's side 

As lately I travelled 

As near Porto-Bello lying 

Attend yon and give ear awhile 

A wet sheet and a flowing sea 

Behold upon the swelling seas 

Ben Backstay was a boatswain 

Ben Block was a veteran of naval renown 

Blow, Boreas, blow, and let thy surly winds 

Blow high, blow low . 

Cease, rude Boreu, blust'ring railer 

Come all ye jolly sailon bold 

Come all you brave sailors 

Come all you sailors bold 

Come, cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer 

Come, come, my ]olly lads . 

Come listen, my honies, awhile, if you please , 

Come sound up your Trumpets and beat up your drums 

Farewd my Hearts delight . 
Farewell, and adieu to you, Spanish ladies 
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For England, when, with fav'ring gale 
From mercilesse ioyaden 
Full fadom five thy Father lies 

Gallants yon must understand 

Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do ye see 

Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling 
How little do the landsmen know • 

I am a brisk and sprightly lad 

I am a stout seaman newly come on shore 

If to be absent were to be . 

I haye a ship in the North Countrie 

In May, fifteen hundred and eighty eight 

In Scotland there liyed three brothers of late 

In storms when clouds obscure the sky . 

I rue to see the raging of the seas • 

Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder 
Lustdy, lustely, lustdy let us saile forthe 

Men may leve all gamys 

My love has been in London City . 

My name, d'ye Jee, 's Tom Tough 

Neptune frown, and Boreas roar 
Now to Blackwall Docks we bid adieu 

Of Nelson and the North 
Of Neptune's empire let us sing 
O, Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay 
Oh blythely shines the bonnie sun . 
Oh Yarmouth is a pretty town 
Old England to thyself be true 
On Friday morning as we set sail . 
Our line was form*d, the French lay to . 
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Shall I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare 

Sing we Seamen now and then 

Sir Drake, whom well the world*s end knew 

Sir Walter Raleigh has boilt a ship 

Some years of kite, in Eighty E?ght 

Strike op yon Insty gallants . 

Susan, I this letter send thee . 

Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came 

Sweet is the ship that under sail 

Sweet William and pritty Betty 

The breeze was fresh, the ship in stays . 

The George-Aloe, and the Sweepstake too 

The king sits in Dumfermline town 

The love that I hae chosen . 

The Master, the Swabber, the Boat-swain and I 

The moon on the ocean was dimmM by a ripple 

The perils and the dangers of the voyage past , 

There was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar 

There was a ship and a ship of fame 

The sailing trade is a weary life 

The topsails shiver in the wind 

The wat'ry god, great Neptune, lay 

Thursday in the mom, the Ides of May 

To all you ladies now at land 

Toll for the brave 

'Twas post meridian, half-past four 

'Twas when the seas were roaring . 

Two Lovers in the North 

Valiant Protestant Boys 

We be three poor mariners . 
Well met, well met, my own true love 
What doth ayl my love so sadly . 
What joy attends the fisher^s life I . 






















What pen can well reporte the plighte . 

When Britain first, at Heaven's command 

When Flora with her fragrant flowers . 

When Sol did cast no light . 

When the anchor's weighM . 

When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come 

Whoe siekes the waie to win renowne . 

Ye mariners of England 
You gentlemen of England . 
You merchant men of Billinsgate 















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