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 ANCHOR SONG

(From 'Many Inventions ' )

! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again!

Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.

Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full—

Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!

Well, ah, fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my love—

Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee;

For the wind has come to say:

'You must take me while you may,

If you'd go to Mother Carey

(Walk her down to Mother Carey!),

Oh, we're bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!"