Dibdin's Museum, &c, SONG

The tar on the ocean true hearted and brave, Looks down with contempt on the big swelling wave; Regardless of danger, he views with a smile, The seas in commotion, and thus sings the while: Tho' tempests may rock me, No terror can shock me, For life they preach up we must pay as a toll; And our ship, should death dock her, For old Davy's locker, Why, d'ye mind me, he'll ne'er get an inch of my soul.

When war is in motion then see him behave Undaunted, and smiling at death and the grave; And though from all quarters the shot round him wings, The true hearted sailor thus carelessly sings: Tho' tempests may rock me, No terror can shock me, For life they preach up we must pay as a toll; And our ship, should death dock her, Fór old Davy's locker, Why, d'ye mind me, he'll ne'er get an inch of my soul.