?Avxr, so,sos. 157 HOW HAPPY I8 TH? SAILOR'8 LIFE. How happy is the sailors life, From coast to coast to roam; In every port he t?nds u wife, In every !and a home. He loves to range, �He's no where strange,, . He ne*er will turn his back To friend or foe; No, masters, no; My !if0 for honest Jack. Fie loves to range, I� saucy foes da/e irrake a noise, And to the sword appeal, We'll out, and quickly Iarn 'era boys, With whom they have to deal. We know no craft, But fore and aft Lay on our strokes amain; Then if lhoy're stout, For Cother bout, We'll drub 'era o'er again. We know no crat?, Or fair or foul let fortune blow, Our hearts are never dull; The pocket that to-day ebbs low, To-morrow shall be full For if so be, We want, d'ye see, A pluck of this hem stuff, In lndi--a And Amerlc--? We're sure to find enough, For if so be,
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