The Jovial Marriner;
OR,
The Sea-mans Renown.
Sail forth bold Sea-men, plough the Liquid Main,
Fear neither storms nor Pirats, strive for gain.
Whilst others sleep at home in a whole skin,
Your brave adventures shall great honour win.
To the Tune of, I am a Jovial Batchelor, etc.
J.P.
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I am a Jovial Marriner
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our calling is well known,
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We trade with many a Forreigner
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to purchase high renown,
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We serve our Country faithfully
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and bring home store of Gold;
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We do our business manfully,
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for we are free and bold:
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A Sea-man hath a valiant heart
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and bears a noble minde:
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He scorneth once to shrink or start,
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for any stormy wind.
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Tis known what hardship we indure
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abroad upon the Seas:
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Whilst others sleep at home secure,
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and spend their time in ease,
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We seldome dare lie down to rest
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lest danger should ensue:
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Our heads with care is sore opprest,
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beleeve me this is true,
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A Sea-man hath a valiant heart, etc.
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A Cowardly spirit must not think
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to prove a Sea-man bold;
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For to be sure he may not shrink
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in dangers manifold:
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When Sea-fights happen on the Main,
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and dreadful Canons rore,
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Then all men fight or else be slain,
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[for we have no] back door,
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[A Sea-man hath, etc.]
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Tis Sea-men stout that doth deserve
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both honour and renown,
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In perils great we may not swerve
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though Neptune seem to frown:
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If once his curled front we spy
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drencht in the foamy brine;
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Then each man doth his business ply
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theres none that doth repine.
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A Sea-man hath, etc.
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When angry Billows brush the Skye,
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most hideous to behold,
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Then up our Ships are tost on hye,
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and with the waves are roulld;
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When tempests fierce our sails doth tear
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and rends the Masts a sunder.
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O! then we have great cause to fear
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or else it were a wonder.
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A Sea-man hath, etc.
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Great Rocks which lye amongst the waves
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doth threaten us with death.
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And many Sea-men finde their Graves
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in Sands which are beneath;
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To see the Masts of Ships appear,
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which hath been cast away,
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Would make a Land-man dye for fear,
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tis best at home to stay.
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A Sea-man hath a valiant heart
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and bears a noble minde:
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He scorneth once to shrink or start,
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for any stormy wind.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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BRave England hath been much inricht
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by Art of Navigation:
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Great store of wealth we home have fetcht
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for to adorn our Nation:
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Our Merchants still we do supply
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with Traffick that is rare,
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Then Sea-men cast your caps on high
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we are without compare,
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A Sea-man hath a valiant heart,
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and bears a noble minde:
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He scorneth once to flinch or start
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for any stormy wind.
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Who should the Ladies pallats please
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with Spices of the best?
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If Sea-men all should take their ease
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and stay at home to rest:
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Our Gallants they would finde a want
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of silks to make them fine,
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And tearing boyes no more would rant
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if once they wanted wine.
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A Sea-man hath, etc.
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Our Land it would invaded be
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if Sea-men were not stout;
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We let our friends come in you see
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and keep our foes without;
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Our priviledge upon the Seas
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we bravely do maintain,
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And can enlarge it when we please
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in Royal Charles his Reign.
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A Sea-man hath, etc.
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Such Countries as do lie remote
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doth tremble at our fame:
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For we have taught them all to note
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tis England bears the Name:
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In forreign parts where ere we come
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our valour is well known,
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What ere they be they dare not mumm
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if we say alls our own.
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A Sea-man hath, etc.
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When as our Ships with Merchandize
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are safely come to shore,
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No men like us under the Skies
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to drink, to sing, and rore:
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Good wine and beer we freely tope,
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until the ground look blew:
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We value neither Turk nor Pope,
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we are a jovial crew.
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A Sea-man hath, etc.
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We kiss our wives when we return,
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who long for us did wait;
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And he thats single needs not mourn,
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he cannot want a mate.
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Young women still are wondrous kinde
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to Sea-men in their need;
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And sure it shews a courteous minde,
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to do a friendly deed.
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A Sea-man hath etc.
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With pretty curious dainty knacks,
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we please the females well:
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We know what longing women lacks,
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most surely we can tell,
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A Sea-man is a Cock oth Game,
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Young Maidens finde it true:
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We never are so much to blame,
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to let them want their due.
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A Sea-man hath, etc.
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Thus Gallant Sea-men I have spread
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abroad your high renown:
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Which shall survive when you are dead,
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and gain a lasting Crown;
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Your praise to future ages shall
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most gloriously appear,
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Then courage Noble Sea-men all
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tis you I love most dear.
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A Sea-man hath a valiant heart
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and bears a noble minde:
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He scorneth once to shrink or start,
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for any stormy wind.
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