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And he swigg'd and Nick swigg'd, And Ben swigg'd and Dick swigg'd, And I swigg'd, and all of us swigg'd it, And swore there was nothing like grog.

Then trust me, there's nothing like drinking, So pleasant on this side the grave; It keeps the unhappy from thinking, And makes e'en more valiant the brave As for me from the moment I twix g'a it, The good stuff has to eet me agog, Sick or well, late and carly, Wind fouly or fairly Helm a-lee or a weather. For hours tegether, Pre constantly swigg'd it, And, damme, there's nothing like grog.

Homeward Bound

Loose every sail to the breeze, the course of my vessel improve, I've done with the toils of the sea, sailors I'm bound to my love.

Since Emma is true as she s fair, my grief I fling all to the wind, 'Tis a pleasent return for my care, my mistress is constant and kind

My sails are fill'd to my dear, what tropic bird swiftly can moves, Who cruel shall hold his career, that returns to the nest of his love.