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 When Barney Buntline turned his quid,

And said to Billy Bowling:

A strong norwester's blowing, Bill,

Hark! don't ye hear it roar, now?

Lord help them, how I pity's all

Unhappy folks on shore now.

Fool-Hardy chaps who live in town,

What dangers they are hawling,

And now are quaking in their beds

For fear the roof should fall in.

Poor creatures, how they envies us,

And wishes (I've a notion)

For our good luck in such a storm,

To be upon the ocean.

But as for them who're out all day,

On business from their houses,

And late at night are coming home,

To cheer their babes and spouses;

While you and I, Bill, on the deck,

Are comfortably lying,

My eyes, what tiles and chimney-pots,

About their heads are flying.

And often have we seamen heard,

How men are kill'd and undone,

By overturns of carriages,

By thieves and fires in London;

We know what risks all landsmen run,

From noblemen to tailors,

Then, Bill, let us thank Providence

That you and I are sailors.