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HEAVING THE LEAD.
For England, when, with fav'ring gale, Our gallant ship up ehannel steerd, And seudding under casy sail, The high blue western land appear'd, To heave the lead the seaman sprung, And to the pilot cheerly sung, " By the deep-Nine!”
But bearing up to gain the port, Some well-known object kept in view- An abbey-tow'r, an harbour-fort, Or beacon, to the vessel true; While oft the lead the seaman flung, And to the pilot cheerly sung. " By the mark-SEVEN !”
And as the much-lov'd shore we near, With transports we behold the roof Where dwells a friend or partner dear, Of faith and love a matelaless proof: The lead once more the seaman flung, And to the watchful pilot surg, " Quarterless-Five!"
Now to her berth the ship draws nigh, With slacken'd sail she feels the tide; Stand clear the cable! is the cry- The anchor's gone, we safely ride, The watch is sct, and thro' the night, We hear the seamen with delight, " Proclaim --ALL'S WELL."
HEARTS OF OAK.
COME, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, To add something new to this wonderful year; To honour wo call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves. Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly fars are our men, We always are ready, Steady, boys, steady We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
