1?8 ? NAVAL SONGS. Is decked out with dainties,--sure that's all my eye, And his flock, too, what flats they must be, To be gulled by a thumb-cushion swab, one a?d all, When if service that moment was o'er, He'd soon turn his back on St. Peter and Paul For the haunch of a buck or a boar; As the cherubs for him are the loaves and the fish, And for those at the mouth he will foam; But with Benjamin's mess let him pile up his dish, A brown biscuit, well earned, for Poor Tom. Since life's but a span, to improve every inch, Let She tongue from the heart never trip, And, thoughlrpoverty's gripe the best cable may pinch, Never once let the sheet-anchor slip; And, as to fine stories, to answer fine ends, 'Tie no matter who tells or who sings, The best little cherub a mortal befriends Is a conscience that guilt never stings; 8o when, like poor Davy, wash'd oiF from the dock, My old hulk I at last must pack from, With the best birth in view, let me spring flora the wreck, And the Cape of Good Hope for Tom. BLOW HIGH, BLOW LOW Br?ow high, blow low, let tempests tear The main-mast by the board, My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear, And love well stor'd, Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear, The roaring wind, the raging sea,. In hopes, on shore, to be once more Safe moored with thee. Aloft witlie mountains h?gh we go, The whistling winds that And the surge roaring from below
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