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Swift on the shore a hardy few,
The Life-boat man with a gallant, gallant crew,
They dare the dangerous wave!
Thro’ the wild surf they cleave their way,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,
For they go the crew to save,

But Oh! what rapture fills each breast
Of the hopeless crew of the ship distress’d!
Then landed safe, what joys to tell,
Of all the dangers that befel!
Then is heard no more,
By the watch on the shore,
The Minute-gun at sea.

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The Greenwood Tree.

Thus we pass day and night,
In each scene of delight,
Live happy, contented, and free;
As old Time glides along,
Pleasure sweetens the song,
All under the Greenwood Tree.

Let the rich and the great,
Live in splendour and state,
Nor pride nor ambition have we;
From trouble, care, and strife,
We live a rural life,
All under the Greenwood Tree.