Harry, Will, Robin, Ned, with bold Tom in the head,
And Sam in the Stern bravely ftands,

As rugged a Crew (if we give them their due),
As ever did take Oars in their hands:

Such Heroes as thefe

Will with Blood stain the Seas,
When they join with their resolute Mates,
Who with might, void of fright,

With delight, boldly fight

Mighty Whales, as if they were but Sprats.

Come coyl in the Warp, fee the Hatchets be sharp, And make ready the Irons and Launce;

Each Man fhip his Oar, and leave nothing on shoar
That is needful the Voy'ge to advance ;

See the Buoy be made right,
And the Drug fitted right,

So that nothing be wanting anon :
Never doubt, but look out

Round about; there's a Spout,

Come away Boys, let us lanch if we can.

The Suff runs too high, 'twill be down by and by,
Take a Slatch to go off, now 'twill do,
Huzza! lanch amain, for the Sea grows again,
Pull up briskly a stroak (Boys) or two;
Ha, well row'd! 'tis enough,

We are clear of the Suff,

A yare hand heave out Water apace;
There's the Whale, that's her back

That looks black; there's her wake,

Pull away, Boys, let's give her a chase.

Ha! well row'd jolly Trouts, pull. away there she

And we gain of her briskly I find,

(fpouts,

We're much about her ground, let's take a Dram

And her rifing befure let us mind :

(round;

She's here, juft a head,

Stand up Tom, pull up Ned,

We are fast, back a ftern what ye may ;
Hold on Lad, I'm afraid

She's a Jade, she's so mad,

She's a Scragg, for your lives cut away.

Though we have met with misfortune already,
'Tis courage must do, for the Proverb you know,
A faint heart never won a fair Lady.

Come this is no disgrace,

Pull up Lads, another chase,
Our Mates will be faft without doubt;
So, what chear? We are near,
She is there; No, she's here

Just a stern; jolly Hearts, pull about.

Pull briskly for there she's risen very fair,

Back a ftern, it is up to the Strap,

(row'd,

Well done Tom, bravely throw'd, chearly Lads, bravely

'Tis not always we meet with mishap,

Veer out Warp, let her run,

She will quickly have done?

Well done, Mate; 'twas a brave second stroke,

Now fhe jerks, who can work?

Veer out Warp; fhe tows sharp,

Hang the Black fmith our Launce it is broke.

Pull a head, hale in Warp, for she tows not so sharp,

But's beginning to flounce and to strike;

Fit a Launce, let us try, if we can by and by
Give her one gentle touch to the quick :
Bravely throw'd, jolly Lad,

She's nothing nigh so mad

As fhe was; t'other Launce may do good;
Well done Tom, that was home,

To her Womb, makes her foam,
She's fick at the Heart, she spouts Blood.

The

The business is done, launce no more, let's alone,
'Tis her flurry, she is as dead as a Herring;

Let's take her in a Tow, and all Hands ftoutly row;
And Mate Sam, prithee mind well thy steering,
The Wind begins to blow,

And the Seas bigger grow,
Ev'ry Man put his ftrength to his Oar:
Leave to prate, now 'tis late,

Well row'd, Mate; hey for Kate,
She's a ground, cut away let's a Shoar.

Come turn up the Boats, let's put on our Coats,
And to Ben's there's a chirriping cup;

Let's comfort our Hearts, e'ry Man his two Quarts,
And to morrow all Hands to cut up;
Betimes leave your Wives,

Bring your Hooks and your Knives,

And let none lie a bed like a Lubber;
But begin with the Sun,

To have done before Noon:

That the Carts may come down for the Blubber.

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The Farmer's Daughter of Wakefield.

D

OWN in the North Country,

As ancient Reports do tell,

There a lies a famous Country Town,
Some call it Merry Wakefield;

And in this Country Town,

A Farmer there did dwell,

Whose Daughter would to Market go,
Her Treasure for to Sell.

As fhe was travelling a long,
Over Hills and Mountains high,
It was her Chance to lose her Way,
Where a Shepherd she did spy;
O! Shepherd, O! Shepherd quoth fhe,
Many Days to you God fend,

I am a Maid and fhall be undone,
Unless you stand my Friend.

Over Hills and Mountains high,
E'er fince the Break of Day,
I have been travelling many a Mile,
And I cannot find my Way :
Come fit thee down by me,
The Shepherd reply'd with a Smile,
And I'll fhow thee a nearer Way,
Than this by a full long Mile.

The Shepherd fate him down,
The fair Maid she drew nigh

He pull'd out his Bagpipes wond'rous fweet,
And play'd Melodiously :

He

He play'd her fuch a Tune,

That he made this fair Maid Sing,
O! the Mufick of thy Bagpipes sweet,
Makes all my Nerves to Ring.

O! Shepherd, O! Shepherd, quoth she,
If the time would but permit it ;

I pray now play it me ov'r again,
For fear I fhould forget it,
He play'd it over again,

As he had done before,

And gave this fair Maid much delight,

It pleas'd her more and more.

My deareft Swain, quoth fhe,
A Thoufand times adieu;

And, if ever I chance to lofe my Way,
To find it, I'll come to you.