BALLAD. (While up the shrouds the sailor goes)

While up the shrouds the sailor goes, Or ventures on the yard, The landman, who no better knows, Beheves his lot is hard.

But Jack with smiles each danger meets, Casts anchor, heaves the log, Trims all the sails, belays the sheets, And drinks his can of grog.

When mountains high the waves that swell The vessel rudely bear, Now sinking in a hollow dell, Now quiv'ring in the air.

Bold Jack, &c.

When waves gainst rocks and quicksands roar, You ne'er hear him repine, Freezing near Greenland's icy shore, Or burning near the line,

Bold Jack, &c.

If to engage they give the word, To quarters all repair, While splinter'd masts go by the board, And shot sing through the air.

Bold Jack, &c.