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 So I seiz’d the capstan bar like a true honest tar.

And in spite of sighs and tears, sung out 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 Doctor 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 face the foe;

Then to Providence I trust, for you know 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,

For I’ve only lost an eye and got a timber toe ;

For old ships must expect in time to be out of commission,

Nor again the anchor weigh with a yo heave ho.

So I smoke my pipe and sing old songs, my boy shall well 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,

Whilst the tars of old England sing out yo heave ho.

The Wounded Hussar.

Alone, to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube,

Fair Adelaide hied when the battle was o’er,

O whither, she cried, hast thou wander’d my true love ?

Or where dost thou welter and bleed on the shore ?

What voice have I heard ? ’twas my Henry that sigh’d !—

All mournful she hasten’d, nor wander’d she far,

When, bleeding and low, on the heath the descry’d,

By the light of the moon, her poor wounded Hussar.