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( 7 ) We had not sail'd a day but seven,

when the storm began to rise,

The swelling seas ran mountains high,

and dismal were the skies.

Aloft, aloft, our boatswain cries,

each man his post observe,

And reef your sails both fore and aft,

our ship and lives to save.

To the top then cries our Captain bold,

and he that first sees land,

For his reward he shall receive,

the sum of fifty pound.

To the top then went our boatswain's mate,

to the main-top so high,

He looked round on ev'ry side,

but no land he could spy.

In head of us a light he saw,

which did his spirits cheer,

Take courage hearts of gold, he cries,

some harbour we are near.

About your boatswain cries,

and of the rocks keep clear,

For in the deep we will remain,

until the day appear.

Sail on, sail on, our Captain cries,

we're right before the wind,

For by the light that we have seen,

we are not far from land.