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 The top-ſail yard, point to the wind boys,

ſet all clear to reef each course;

Let the fore ſheet go, dont mind boys,

tho‘ the weather ſhould be worſe;

Fore and aft the ſprit-ſail yard get,

reef the nizen, ſee all clear;

Hands aloft, each proventer-brace ſet,

man the tore-yard, cheer, lads cheer.

Now the dreadful thunders roaring,

peals on peals contending claſh;

On our heads fierce rain falls po uring,

In our eyes blue lightnings flaſh:

One wide water all around us,

all above us one black sky;

Different deaths at once ſurround us,

hark, what means yon diſmal cry!

The foremaſt‘s gone, cries every tongue out

o‘er the lee twelve feet ‘bove deck;

A leak beneath the cheſtree‘s ſprung out,

call all hands to clear the wreck:

Quick the lainards cut to pieces,

come my hearts be ſtout and bold;

Plumb the well, the leak increaſes,

Four feet water‘s in the hold.