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 ( 66 ) THE CAN OF GROG.

k HEN up the fhrouds the failor goes,

And ventures on, the yard, The landfman who no better knows,

Believes his lot is hard : Bold Jack with fmiles each danger meets,

Weighs anchor heaves the log, Trims all the fails, belays the fheets, And drinks his can of grog.

If to engage they give the word,

To quarters he'll repair, Now finking in the difmal flood,

Now quiv'ring in the air : Bold Jack with fmiles each danger meets^

Weighs anchor, heaves the log, Trims all the fails, belays the fheets,

And drinks his can of grog.

When waves 'gainft rocks and quickfands roar,.

You ne'er hear him repine, Tho' he's on Greenland's icy fhore,

Qr burning beneath the line : Bold Jack with fmiles each danger meets,.

Weighs anchor heaves the log, Trims all the fails, belays the facets,

And drinks his can of grog.

When failing orders do arrive,

Bold Jack he takes his leave, My dear, my iweeteir Poll, he cries,

I pray now do not grieve : Thy Jack will daily take his can Of grog, and drink to thee, In hopes thatthou wilt neVr iorget Thy failor who's at fea,

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