Perly i Lotry Shanghaju - The Lass That Loves a Sailor | Текст песни

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The moon on the ocean was dim'd be a ripple,
Affording a chequered light;
The gay, jolly tars pass'd the words for a tipple,
And the toast, for 'twas Saturday night.
Some sweetheart or wife, he lov'd as his life,
Each drank, and wish'd he could hail her;
But the standing toast that pleas'd the most,
Was \"the wind that blows, the ship that goes,
And the lass that loves a sailor.\"

Some drank \"The Queen,\" some \"our brave ships,\"
And some \"the Constitution;\"
Some, \"may our foes and all such rips
Yield to English resolution!\"
That fate might bless some Poll or Bess,
And that hey soon might hail her;
But the standing toast that pleased the most,
Was \"the wind that blows, the ship that goes,
And the lass that loves a sailor.\"

Some drank \"the Prince,\" and some \"our land,\"
This glorious land of Freedom;
Some, \"that our tars may never want
Heroes bold to lead them;\"
That she who's in distress may find
Such friends that ne'er will fail her;
But the standing toast that pleased the most,
Was \"the wind that blows, the ship that goes,
And the lass that loves a sailor.\"

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