A Sea Song

Let the toast be Love and Beauty, While we quaff the gen'rous wine; Bacchus calls us to our duty, Where's the wretch that dare repine? Life we know's a scene of trouble, Jolly messmates ne'er despair; We can prove the world a bubble, Sailing on the seas of care.

While to windward we are plying, Strictly here "Life's compass view; And the shiv'ring topsails flying, Bid yon craggy shore adieu." Pleasing gales around us veering, While on board the "Good Intent; Like true seamen, wisely steering, To the "Harbour of content."

Gaily sailing on the ocean, Fill brave boys the flowing cann; Trim the sails, observe their motion, Fame and honor lead the van. Let your pilot be discretion, While the raging billows roar; Providence by intercession, Lands us safely on the shore.