1? NAVAL SONGS. THE SAH?E'S' NOTION. Poor Savage compared a lost friend to the eye, When losing, by accident, t'other Soon wept itself blind, thus poor Bob would descry The duty friends owe to each other; Now he may be right, yet as I think he's wrong: I'll tell ye dear messmates, my notion, Though, perhaps, 'twould do better in prose than in song, Were not we jolly tars from ?he oceau, 80 my notion is this, a true lad being dead, Who through life acts the man we first find him, Leaving grief to the women, a tear or two shed, 'Tie to cherish the wife left behind him. Sam Tempest, you know, when he saw his Poll weep, Thought as how as her heart was a-breaking: But scarce had the tar been three nights on the deep, When Miss Pull her fond Sam was forsaking, 8o 'tisn't the tears ?your fine feelings may shed, Which prove that a m?n does his duty, Like preaching advice, when a shipmate wants brcad, 8ueh fellows glv? all but their boot F. 8o my notion's this, &e. For what the wor!?l 'k?ndness aad tenderness call, Are but the false c(?lors to pity; She's an angel; but those, why they*re nothing at all But shoals to betray the unwitty. A true friend, my lads, like the oak in our ship, Should be me!low'd by age to prove steady; Then, too tough to warp, if luck gives you the sllp, To serve you he'll ever prove ready, So my notion'e this, such a one being dead, Who through.life, &c.
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