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18 While oft the lead the seamen flung,

And to the pilot cheerly sung,

By the mark seven.

And as the much loved shore we near,

With transport we behold the roof,

Where dwells a friend and partner dear,

Of faith and love a matchless proof.

The lead once more the seamen flung,

Then to the watchful pilot sung,

Quarter less five.

Now to their birth the ship draws nigh,

We shorten sail, she feels the tide,

Stand clear the cable, is the cry,

The anchor's gone we safely ride.

The watch is set, and through the night,

We hear the sentry, with delight,

Proclaim-all's well.

CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING.

'Twas on a Monday morning,

Right early in the year,

That Charlie came to our town,

The young Chevalier.

An Charlie he's my darling,

My darling, my darling,

Charlie he's my darling,

The young Chevalier,