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 ( 7 ) 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 in abbey tower, aa harbour fort, Or beacon to the veſſel true; While oft the lead the ſeamen ſtung, and to the pilot cheerly ſung, By the mark--ſeven! And as the much-lov'd ſhore we near, With tranſport we behold the roof where dwelt a friend, or partner dear, Or faith and love a n atchleſs proof. The lead once more the ſeamen flung, and to the watchful pilot ſing 'Quarter-leſs---five!' how to her birth the ship draws nigh We shorten ſail-she feels the vide- Stand clear the cable !' is the cry The anchor's gone; we ſafely ride- he watch is fet-and, through the night, We hear the ſeamen with delight Proclaim, All's well!