The Handy Man Afloat & Ashore

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Small, Maynard & Company, 1901 - 252 Seiten
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Seite 250 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Seite 97 - An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. "Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore, Strike et when your powder's runnin' low; If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven, An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago." Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?), Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Seite 98 - There's a far bell ringing At the setting of the sun, And a phantom voice is singing Of the great days done, There's a far bell ringing, And a phantom Voice is singing Of renown for ever clinging To the great days done.
Seite 98 - And the gunner's lads were singing As they polished every gun. It was eight bells ringing, And the gunner's lads were singing, For the ship she rode a-swinging, As they polished every gun. Oh ! to see the linstock lighting, Temeraire ! Temeraire ! Oh ! to hear the round, shot biting, Temeraire ! Temeraire ! Oh ! to see the linstock lighting, And to hear the round shot biting, For we're all in love with fighting On the Fighting Temeraire.
Seite 96 - Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?), Rovin' though his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. "Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore, Strike et when your powder's runnin' low; If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven, An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago.
Seite 97 - The Fighting Temeraire IT was eight bells ringing, For the morning watch was done, And the gunner's lads were singing As they polished every gun. It was eight bells ringing, And the gunner's lads were singing, For the ship she rode a-swinging As they polished every gun. Oh! to see the linstock lighting, Temeraire!
Seite 78 - We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Seite 97 - Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound, Call him when ye sail to meet the foe ; Where the old trade's plyin' an' the old flag flyin' They shall find him ware an" wakin', as they found him long ago.
Seite 96 - Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Seite 86 - gainst every odds — and I've gained the victory. "Our captain sent for all of us; my merry men...

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