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 Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,
 * List ye landsmen unto me, bus

Messmates, hear a brother sailor
 * Sing the dangers of the sea.

From bounding billows first in motion,
 * When the distant whirlwinds rise,

To the tempest-troubled ocean,
 * Where the seas contend with skies.

Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,
 * By top-sail sheets and haulyards stand!

Down top-gallants, quick, be hauling!
 * Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand!

Now it freshens, set the braces;
 * Quick the top-sail sheets let go;

Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces;
 * Up your top-sails nimbly clew.

Now all you on down beds sporting,
 * Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,

Fresh enjoyments wanton courting,
 * Free from all but love's alarms.-

Round us roars the tempest louder;
 * Think what fear our mind enthralls:

Harder yet, it yet blows harder;
 * Now again the boatswain calls.

The top-sail yards point to the wind, boys,
 * See all clear to reef each course;