Dibdin's Museum, &c, SONG

Sweet is the ship that under sail, Spreads her white bosom to the gale, Sweet, Oh sweet's the flowing can, Sweet to poise the labouring oar, That tugs us to our native shore, When the boatswain pipes the barge to man, Sweet failing with a fav'ring breeze, But Oh much sweeter than all these, Is Jack's delight, his lovely Nan.

The needle faithful to the north, To shew of constancy the worth, A curious lesson teaches man, The needle time may rust, a squall Capsize the binacle and all, Let seamanship do all it can, My love in worth shall higher rise, Nor time shall rust nor squalls capsize, My faith and truth to lovely Nan.

When in the Bilboa's I was penn'd, For serving of a worthless friend, And every creature from me ran, No ship performing quarantine, Was ever so deserted seen, None hail'd me, woman, child, or man, But though false friendship's fails are furl'd Though cut adrist by all the world, I'd all the world in lovely Nan.

I love my duty love my friend, Love truth and merit to defend, To moan their loss who hazard ran, I love to take an honest part, Love beauty and a spotless heart, By manners like to shew the man, To sail through life by honour's breeze, 'Twas all along by loving these, First made me doat on lovely Nan.