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EASE, rude boreas, bluſt‘ring railer-

Liſt ye landſmen all to me;

Meſſmates hear a brother ſailor,

ſing the dangers of the ſea.

From Lounding billows firſt in motion,

when the diſtant whirlwinds riſe;

To the tempeſt troubled ocean,

where the ſeas contend with ſkies.

Hark, the boatſwain hoarſely bawling,

by top-ſail ſheets and haul-yards, ſtand;

Down top-gallants--quick-be hauling,

down your ſtay ſails, hand boys hand.

Now it freſhens, ſet the braces,

the lee-top-fail-ſheets let go;

Luff, boys luff, dont make wry faces,

up your top-ſails nimbly clue.

Now, all you on down-beds ſporting,

fondly lock‘d in beauty‘s arms;

Freſh enjoyment, wanton courting,

ſafe from all but love‘s alarms:

Round us roars the tempeſt louder,

think what fears our minds enthral;

Harder yet, it ſtill blows harder,

hark, again the boatſwain‘s call.