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( 8 ) Hold every ſail to the breeſe, come ſhipmates and join in the ſong. Let's drink while the ſhip cut the ſea, to the gale that may drive her along.

The HEAVING of the LEAD.

OR England when with favouring gale, our gallant ſhip up Channel ſteer’d. And ſcudding under eaſy ſail, the high blue weſtern land appear'd, To heave the lead the ſeaman ſprung, And to the Pilot cheerly ſung, “ By the deep—Nine !"

And, bearing up to gain the port, ſome well known object kept in view, An Abby-tow’n, an Harbour-fort, or beacon to the veſſel true; When of the lead the ſeaman flung. And to the Pilot cheerly ſung, “ By the mark — Seven !

And as the much long'd ſhore we near, with tranſport we behold the roof Where dwelt a friend,- or partner dear, of faith and love a matchleſs proof. The lead once more the ſeaman flung; And to the watchful pilot ſung, “ Quarter leſs—Five !”

Glaſgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon.

Saltmarket, 1799.