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THE TEMPEST.
TUNE———BROTHER DEBTOR.
CEASE, rude Boreas, bluſt'ring railer,
liſten ye landmen all to me:
Meſs-mates, hear a brother ſailor,
ſing the dangers of the ſea.
From bounding billows firſt in motion,
where the diſtant whirlwinds riſe,
To the tempeſt-troubled ocean,
when the ſeas contend with ſkies.
Hark! the boatſwain hoarſely bawling,
by top-ſail-ſheets and haulyards ſtand,
Down top-gallants, quick be hauling,
down your ſtay-ſails, hand boys, hand.
Now it freſhens, ſet the braces,
the lee top-ſail-ſheet let go,
Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces,
up your top-ſails nimbly clew.
Now all you on down-beds ſporting;
fondly lock'd 'twixt beauty's arms,
Freſh engagement, wanting courting,
ſafe from all but love's alarms.
Around us roars the tempeſt louder;
think what fear our minds enthral:
Harder yet, it blows yet harder,
now again the boatſwain's call.
