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 ( 4 ) Quick the land-yards cut to pieces, Come my hearts be ſtout and bold; Plumb the well, the leak increaſes, Four feet water's 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 ! Still the leak is gaining on us, Both chain pumps are choak'd below. Heaven have mercy here upon us, For only that can ſave us now. On the Isa-beam is the land boys, Let the guns o'er board be the own; To the pump come, ev'ry band, boys, See our mizen-maſt is gone! The leak we're found, it ca not pour faſt, We've lightend her a foot or more: Up, and rig a jury foremaſt, She rights, the rights, boys wear off ſhore Now once more on joys were thinking, Since kind fortune's ſav'd our lives; Come-the can, boysſ-less be drinking To our ſweatharts and our wives :