We Conquer, Dear Girls, but for You

Come, sailors, be filling the can; The wind is beginning to blow; We've time to drink round to a man, And then to weigh anchor must go.

What thousands repair to the strand, To give us a cheering adieu! 'Tis plain they believe on the land, We conquer, dear girls, but for you.

When on the maintopmast yard, The sailor is swung to and fro, Let the tempest blow ever so hard, He whistles defiance to woe.

The gale can but last for a while, Is always the boast of the crew; And then they reflect with a smile, We conquer, dear girls, but for you.

The battle tremendous appears, When blood stains the face of the main: Though thunder resounds in his ears, The sailor's a stranger to pain:

The thought with what rapture and pride Each girl will her hero review, 'Tis this makes him danger deride: We conquer, dear girls, but for you.