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 I have constant been to ten, cry'd I,

but never griev’d for one.

The flowing fails we tars unbend,

to lead a roving life,

At every mess we find a friend,

at every port a wife.

I have a spanking wife at Portsmouth gates,

a Pigmy at Goree;

An Orange Tawny up the Straits,

a Black at St. Lucie:

Thus whatsoever course we bend,

we lead a jovial life.

At every mess we find a friend,

at every port a wife.

Will Gaffe by Death was ta’en aback,

I came to bring the news,

Poll whimper'd sore, but what did Jack?

why stood in William's shoes!

She cot: I chas'd, and in the end

she lov'd me as her life.

So she has got a loving friend,

and I a loving wife.

Come all you Sailors that do go

the unfortunate seas to rub.

You must work, love, and fight your foes,

and drink. your gen'rous bub ;

Storms that our masts in splinters tear,

can take our joyous life,

In every want we find a friend,

and every port a wife.