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EASE, rude Boreas, bluſt'ring railer,

liten ye landmen all to me:

Meſs-mates, hear a brother ſailor,

ſing the dangers of the ſea.

From bounding billows firſt in motion,

where the diſtant whirlwinds riſe,

To the tempeſt-troubled ocean,

when 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,

the lee top-ſail-ſheet 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 'twixt beauty's arms,

Freſh engagement, wanting courting,

ſafe from all but love's alarms.

Around us roars the tempeſt louder;

think what fear our minds enthral:

Harder yet, it blows yet harder,

now again the boatſwain's call.