The downfall of Paris, and Bonaparte dethron'd/Every Inch a Sailor

EVERY INCH A SAILOR.

The wind blew hard, the ſea ran high,
The dingy feud drove croſs the ſky,
All was ſafe flow’d, the bowl was flung,
When careleſs thus Ned Haulyard ſung:

⁠A Sailer’s life’s the life for me,
⁠He takes his duty merrily;
⁠If winds can whiſtle, he can ſing,
⁠Still faithful to his friends and King:
⁠He gets belov’d by all his ſhip,
⁠And toaſts his girl,and drinks his flip.

⁠Down topſail, boys, the gale comes on,
The ſtrike top-gallant yards they run;
And now to hand the ſail prepar’d,
Ned cheerful ſings upon the yard,
⁠A Sailor’s, life, &c.

⁠A leak!—a leak!—come lads, be bold,
There’s five feet water in the hold!
Eager on deck ſee Haulyard jump,
And, hark! while ſinging at the pump,
⁠A Sailer’s life, &c.

⁠And ſeeing the veſſel nought can ſave,
She ſtrikes, and finds a wat’ry grave:
Yet Ned preſerv'd, with a few more,
Sings, as he trades a foreign ſhore,
⁠A Sailor’s life, &c.

⁠And now unnumber’d perils paſt,
On land as well as ſea, at laſt,
In tatters to his Poll at home.
See honeſt Haulyard ſinging come,
⁠A Sailor’s life, &c.

⁠Yet for poor Haulyard, what diſgrace!
Poll ſwears ſhe never ſaw his face:
He d—d her for a faithleſs ſhe,
And ſinging goes again to ſea,
⁠A Sailer’s life, &c.