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Sea Song
By Charles Dibdin (17451814)
I
With a smart blowing gale and rough sea;
Left my Polly, the lads call so pretty,
Safe at her anchor. Yo, Yea!
And cried “Now be constant to me!”
I told her not to be down-hearted,
So up went the anchor. Yo, Yea!
I’ve thought on just nothing but she,
Nor could grog nor flip make me forget her,—
She’s my best bower-anchor. Yo, Yea!
And the storm came on weather and lee,
The hope I with her should be harbored
Was my cable and anchor. Yo, Yea!
I returned with no rhino from sea;
Mistress Polly would never receive me,
So again I heav’d anchor. Yo, Yea!