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7 Quick the lanyards cut to pieces!

Come, my hearts, be stout and bold;

Plumb the well, the leak increases;

Four feet water in the hold!

While o’er the ship wild waves are beating

We for wives and children mourn;

Alas! from hence there’s no retreating,

Alas! to them there’s no return.

till’ the leak is gaining on us;

Both chain pumps are croak‘d below

learn have mercy here upon us!

For only that can save us now!

O’er the lee-beam is the land boys;

Let the guns o’er board be thrown;

To the pump come ev ‘ry hand, boys;

See our mizen-mast is gone.

The leak we’ve found; it cannot pour fast; We’ve lighten‘d her a foot or more;

Up and rig a jury fore-mast;

She rights, she rights, boys! wear off shore

Now once more on joys we‘re thinking,

Since kind fortune spar’d our lives;

Come the cann boys, let's be drinking

To our sweethearts and our wives.