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 (6) but four could reach the land. We had no fail’d a day but seven, when the storm began to rife, The swelling seas ran mountains high, and dismal were the skies. Aloft, aloft, our boatswain crys, each man his post observe, And reef your sails both fore and aft, our ship and lives to save, To the top then cries our captain bold, and he that first sees land, For his reward he shall receive. the sum of fifty pound, To the top then went our boat swain's mate, to the main top so high. He looked round on ev'ry side, but no land he could spy, In head of us a light we saw, which did his spirits cheer, Be of good courage hearts of gold, he cries, some harbour we are near, About your ship the boatswain cries, and of the rocks keep clear. For on the deeps we will remain, until the day appear. Sail on, sail on our captain cries, we’re right before the wind, For by the light that we have seen, we are not far from land. But as we sail’d before the wind, and thought all dangers past, On the rocks of Scylla we poor souls, that fatal night were cast, The first stroke that our ship she got, our captain he did cry, The Lord have Mercy on our souls,