Seraphim/Heaving the Lead

by Charles Dibdin

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HEAVING THE LEAD.

For England, when, with fav'ring gale,
Our gallant ship up channel steer'd,
And scudding under easy sail,
The Light blue westren land appear'd,
To heave the lead the seaman sprung
And to the pilot cheerly sung,
"By the deep--Nine!"

But bearing up to gain the port,
Some well-known object kept in view-
An abbey-tow'r, an harbour-fort,
Or beacon, to the vessel true:
While oft the lead the seaman flung,
And to the pilot cheerly sing,
"By the mark--Seven"

And the much-lov'd shore we near,
With transports we behold the roof
Where dwells a friend or partner dear,
Of faith and love a matchless proof!
The lead once more the seaman flung,
And in the watchful pilot sung.
Quarterless--Five!"

Now to her birth the ship draws nigh,
With slacken'd sail she feels the tide;
Stand clear the cable! is the cry--
The anchor's gone, we safely ride,
The watch is set, and thro' the night,
We hear the seamen with delight,
Proclaim--All's well"