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(5) Down topſail, boys, the gale comes on,

The ſtrike top-gallant yards they run;

And now to hand the ſail prepar’d,

Ned cheerful ſings upon the yard,

A Sailor’s, life, &c.

A leak!—a leak!—come lads, be bold,

There’s five feet water in the hold!

Eager on deck ſee Haulyard jump,

And, hark! while ſinging at the pump,

A Sailer’s life, &c.

And ſeeing the veſſel nought can ſave,

She ſtrikes, and finds a wat’ry grave:

Yet Ned preſerv'd, with a few more,

Sings, as he trades a foreign ſhore,

A Sailor’s life, &c.

And now unnumber’d perils paſt,

On land as well as ſea, at laſt,

In tatters to his Poll at home.

See honeſt Haulyard ſinging come,

A Sailor’s life, &c.

Yet for poor Haulyard, what diſgrace!

Poll ſwears ſhe never ſaw his face:

He d—d her for a faithleſs ſhe,

And ſinging goes again to ſea,

A Sailer’s life, &c.