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THE GOOD SHIP ROVER.
WHEN I was a young man,
I bore a valiant mind,
For to cross the raging sea
it was my whole design;
I met a jovial ship-mate,
who engag’d me to the main,
Then we got our stores on board,
and put to sea again.
Chor. And went to sea again,
and went to sea again,
Found all relations stranded,
and went to sea again.
It was in the good Ship Rover,
I sail’d the world all round,
And for seven years and over,
I ne’er touch’d British ground;
At length in old England landed,
I left the raging main;
Found all relations stranded,
and went to sea again. And went, &c.
That time bound straight to Portugal,
right fore and aft we bore;
But, when we made Cape Ortugal,
a gale blew off the shore:
She lay so, it did shock her,
a log upon the main;
Till, sav’d from Davy’s Locker,
we put to sea again. And went to, &c.
