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 ( 5 ) For a Sailor’s delight, boys, at home or at fea, Is whatever foul weather may pafs, A fnug man of war, and good fea room, d’ye fee, His country, his king, and his lafs. Yeo. ho, &c.

Three more fail were in chace of my frigate; A French valet, Dutch fkipper. and Don: Oh, faid I boys, I'll foon make you jig it. Or my name d ye mind me, an’t John. So no fooner Mounfieur tipt his lingo, Than this fit, d—mee. fettl’d his jaw ; Then I capfiz d the Don, firs, b) jing ; And the Dutchman learnt how to fore-ftaw. But a Sailor’s delight, boys &c.

But avaft now, in Brazil I’m landed, Of the paft 'tis a tolly 'o prate, Where, alfho I was very near ftranded, I had near got a copper-fkin'd mate; But this veffel belongs to my Nancy, For her ake I'll go look for a prize, Tho’ no diamond can fhine to my fancy, Half fo bright, d’ye mind, as her eves.

Then true to the compafs, at home or at fea, Let whatever foul weather may pafs, A Sailor’s fheet anchor is ftill, d’ye fee, Hii country, his king, and his lafs.