've sail'd with valiant Howe, I've sail'd with noble Jarvis, And in gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out yo heave ho! Yet more shall ye be knowing, I was Cockswain to Boscawen, And even with brave Hawke, I've nobly fac'd the foe. Then put round the grog, So we've that and our prog, We'll laugh in care's face and sing, yo heave ho. When from my love to part I first weighed anchor, And she was snivelling seen on the beach below, I'd like to cotch'd my eyes snivelling too, d'ye see to thank her, But I brought my sorrows up with a yo heave ho; Their duty to neglect must not come for to go; Like a true honest tar, And in spite of tears and sighs sung yo heave ho. But the worst on't was that time, when the little ones were sickly, And if they'd live or die the doctors did not know, The word was gov'd to weigh so sudden and so quickly, I thought my heart would break as I sung yo heave ho, For Poll's so like her mother; And as for Jack, her brother, The boy, when he grows up will nobly fight the foe; But in Providence I trust, What must be, must, So my sighs I gave the winds, and sung out yo heave ho. And now at last, laid up in a decentish condition, Nor again the anchor weigh with a yo heave ho. For my boy shall revenge my wrongs, And my girl shall breed young sailors nobly for to face the foe. Then to country and king, Fate no danger can bring, While the tars of old England sing out yo heave ho. I'D BLUSH-BUT I COULD NOT REFUSE HIM. WHENEVER a lad, that's good humour'd and free, I vow in good faith I can't possibly see Instead of consid'ring his suit as amiss, When, talking of marriage, he utters a vow, Why should any lass to comply be afraid, 1 BLACK EY'D SUSAN. BY GAY. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd by the billows to and fro; Soon as her well known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below. The cord glides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, Oh! Susan, Susan, lovely dear! My vows shall ever true remain ; Change, as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be Though battles call me from thy arms, Though cannons roar, vet safe from harms, Love turns aside the balls that round me fly: Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye. Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind, They'll tell thee, sailors when away; In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so If to fair India's coast we sail, Thine eyes are seen in diamonds bright: Thy breath in Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin in ivory so white: Thus every beauteous object that I view, The boatswain gave the dreadful word, They kiss'd; she sigh'd; he hung his head. LOCHINVAR. BY WALTER SCOTT. O YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide border his steed was the best, And save his good broad sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd and he rode all alone; He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; So boldly he enter'd the Netherby hall, And bridesmen, and kismen, and brothers and all ; Then spoke the bride's father his hand on his sword, For the poor craven bridegroom, spoke never a word; "O come ye in peace here or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young lord Lochinvar.” "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied, Love swells like Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now am I come with this lost love of mine, To tread but one measure, drink one cup of wine; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochin var." The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaff'd off the wine and he threw down the cup, She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, So stately his form and so lovely her face, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; |