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come, my hearts, be stout and bold;

Plumb the well, the leak increases,

four feet water in the hold.

While o’er the ship wild waves are beating,

we for wives or children mourn;

Alas! from hence there’s no retreating;

alas! from hence there’s no return.

Still the leak is gaining on us,

both chain-pumps are chok’d below,

Heav'n have mercy now upon us,

for only that can save us now.

O’er the lee-beam is the land, boys;

let the guns o’er board be thrown;

To the pump come every hand, boys;

see our mizen-mast is gone;

The leak we’ve found, it cannot pour fast:

we’ve lighten’d her a foot or more;

Up, and rig a jury foremast;

she rights, she rights, boys, wcar off shore.

Now once more on joys we're thinking;

since kind fortune, spar’d our lives

Come, the can, boys, let’s be drinking

to our sweethearts and our wives.

Fill it up, about ship wheel it;

close to th’ lips a brimmer join

Where’s the tempest now? who feels it?

none, our danger’s drown’d in wine.