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the last of the gascoignes.
Time flew on, and oft on the giddy mast,
With the tropic breeze coming swiftly past,
Gascoigne would pass the lonely hours by,
Watching the changing clouds in the sky.
When the bright day waned, and the setting sun
Showing him that the day at last was done;
It was then in tones so distinct and clear
His wild song burst on the listening ear.
With the tropic breeze coming swiftly past,
Gascoigne would pass the lonely hours by,
Watching the changing clouds in the sky.
When the bright day waned, and the setting sun
Showing him that the day at last was done;
It was then in tones so distinct and clear
His wild song burst on the listening ear.
GASCOIGNE'S SONG.
Come loose the white and idle sail,
Cast away each snowy sheet,
Now bends our good ship to the gale,
As she flies o'er the boundless deep.
Cast away each snowy sheet,
Now bends our good ship to the gale,
As she flies o'er the boundless deep.
Now, now, my lads, unfurl your sails,
Why should we longer rest?
Quick, let them fly from the binding brails,
To vie with the billows crest.
Why should we longer rest?
Quick, let them fly from the binding brails,
To vie with the billows crest.
Oh! come, brave boys, here's a glorious breeze
Whispering soft and gently past;
And now o'er the wide and trackless sea
Our own proud ship flies at last.
Whispering soft and gently past;
And now o'er the wide and trackless sea
Our own proud ship flies at last.
