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 And, scudding under easy sail,
 * The high blue western land appear'd;
 * To heave the lead, the seamen sprung,
 * And to the Pilot cheerly sung,

"By the deep—Nine.

And, bearing up—to gain the port.
 * Some well-known object kept in viewy;

At Abbey-tow'r, an Harbour-fort,
 * Or Beacon, to the vessel true;
 * While oft the lead the seaman dung,
 * And to the pilot cheerly sung,

"By the mark—Seven.

And as the much lov'd shore we near—
 * With transport we behold the roof,

Where dwelt a friend or partner friend,
 * Of faith and love a matchless proof:
 * The lead once more the seaman slung,
 * And to the watchful Pilot sung,

"Quarter less—Five!

Now to her birth the ship draws nigh,
 * We take in 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!

Johnny Bluster dwalt on Tweed,
 * The place they ca'd it Traddletony;