Scarlet and Blue, or Songs for Soldiers and Sailors. Ed. by J. Farmer

Scarlet and Blue, or Songs for Soldiers and Sailors. Ed. by J. Farmer

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ...As the full moon in autumn our shields do appear, Minerva would dread to encounter our spear. Such our love of liberty, our country, and our laws, That, like our ancestors of old, we stand by freedom's cause; We'll bravely fight like heroes bold for honour and applause. And defy the foe, with all their art, to alter our laws. As a storm in the ocean when Boreas blows, So are we enraged when we rush on our foes; We sons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks. Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes. Such our love of liberty, our country, and our laws, That, like our ancestors of old, we stand by freedom's cause; We'll bravely fight like heroes bold for honour and applause. And defy the foe, with all their art, to alter our laws. In our realm may the fury of faction long cease; May our councils be wise, and our commerce increase; I'd like to cotch'd my eyes sniv'ling too, d'ye see, to thank her, But I brought my sorrows up with a--Yo, heave ho! For sailors, though they have their jokes, And love and feel like other folks, Their duty to neglect must not come for to go; So I seized the capstan bar, Like a true honest tar. And, in spite of tears and sighs, sung out--Yo, heave ho! But the worst on't was that time when the little ones were sickly, And if they'd live or die the doctor did not know; The word was gov'd to weigh, so sudden and so quickly, I thought my heart would break as I sung--Yo, heave ho! For Poll's so like her mother, And as for Jack her brother. The boy, when he grows up, will nobly face the foe; But in Providence I trust, For you see, what must be must; So my sighs I gave tho winds, and sung out--Yo, heave ho! And now at last laid up in a decentish condition, For I've only lost an eye and got a timber toe; But...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236741811
  • 9781236741813