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J^8 THE EDINBURGH
Lively.
Hark ! the boatfwain hoarfely bawling, — -
By topfail flieets, and haul yards (land !
Down top-gallants quick be hauling !
Down your ft ay- fails, hand, boys, hand !
Now it frefhtns, fet the braces ;
Quick the top-fail fhects let go ;
Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces !
Up your top-fails nimbly clew.
Slow.
Now all you on down-beds fporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,
Frefh enjoyments wanton courting,
Free from all but love's alarms, —
Round us roar the tempeft louder ;
Think what fear our mind enthralls.
Harder yet, it yet blows harder ;
Now again the boatfwain calls.
Sfyici.
The top- fail yards point to the wind, boy?j
See all clear to reef each courfc !
Let the forefheets go ; don't mind, boys,
Though the weather fhould be worfe.
Fore and aft the fprit-fail yard get ;
Reef the mizen •, fee all clear :
Hand up ! each preventer-brace fet ;"
Man the fore-yard j cheer, lads, cheer I

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