The Sailor's Advice

As you mean to set sail for the land of delight, And in wedlock's soft hammocks to swing ev'ry night, If you hope that your voyage successful should prove, Fill your sails with affection, your cabin with love. Fill your sails, &c.

Let your hearts like the main-mast, be ever upright, And the union you boast, like our tackle be tight; Of the shoals of Indiff'rence be sure to keep clear, And the quicksands of Jealousy never come near. And the qnicksands, &c.

If husband's e'er hope to live peaceable lives, They must reckon themselves, give the helm to their wives, For the evener we go, boys, the better we sail, And on ship-board the helm is still rul'd by the tail. And an ship-board, &c.

Then list to your pilot, my boy, and be wise; If my precepts you scorn, and my maxims despise, A brace of proud antlers your brows may adorn, And a hundred to one but you double Cape Horn. And a hundred, &c.