English poem
The SAILOR's FAREWELL
by Anonymous
The topsail shivers in the wind, The ship she casts to sea; But yet my soul, my heart, my mind, Are, Mary, moor'd with the: For tho' thy sailor's bound afar, Still love shall be his leading star.
Should landmen flatter when we'ere sail'd, O doubt their artful tales; No gallant sailor ever fail'd, If Cupid fill'd his sails: Thou art the compass of my soul, Which steers my heart from pole to pole.
Sirens in every port we meet, More fell than rocks and wares; But sailors of the British fleet Are lovers, and not slaves: No foes our courage shall subdue, Altho' we've left our hearts with you.
These are the cares; but if you're kind, We'll scorn the dashing main, The rocks, the billows, and the wind, The pow'rs of France and Spain, Now Britain's glory rests upon you, Our sails are full—sweet girls, adieu.