The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/The Sailor's Adieu
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THE SAILOR's ADIEU.
The topsails shiver in the wind,the ship she casts to sea;But yet my soul my heart. my mind,are. Mary, moor'd with thee:For tho thy Sailor's bound afar,Still love shall be his leading star.
Should landsmen flatter when we're sail'd,O doubt their artful tales;No gallant Sailor ever fail'd,if Cupid fill'd the sails:Thou art the compass of my soul,Which steers my heart from pole to pole.
Sirens in every port we meet,more fell than rocks or waves;But Sailors of the British fleetare lovers, and not slaves:No foes our courage shall subdue,Altho' we've left our hearts with you.
These are our cares, but if you're kind,we'll scorn the dashing main,The rocks. the billows and the wind,the powers of France and Spain.Now Britain's glory rests with you,Our sails are full—sweet girls adieu.