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6 aloft, To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. I said to our Poll, for you see she would cry, When last we weigh'd anchor for sea, What argufies sniv'ling and piping your eyes Why what a damn'd fool you must be! Cant you see the world's wide and there's room for us all Both for seamen and lubbers a-shore, And if to old Davy I should go dear Poll, Why you never shall hear of me more. What then ! all's a hazard come be so soft Perhaps I may laughing come back: For, d'ye see, there's a Cherub sit smiling aloft, To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch All one as a piece of a ship And with her brave the world, without offering to flinch, From the moment the anchor's a-trip; As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides, and Nought's a trouble from duty that springs, My heart is my Poll's, and my rhino my friends, And as for my life 'tis the king's E'en when the time comes, ne'er believe me so soft,