The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

Parnassian Spring.

A SAILOR's SONG.

Tune, The top-sails shiver in the wind.

The sailor ploughs the stormy main
Alarm'd by no weak fear;
His anxious heart but hopes to gain,
The port where lives his dear:
As points the needle to the pole,
So just and true's the sailor's soul.
The Gordian knot's not half so strong,
As that we seamen tie,
For absence short, or absence long,
Affects not constancy:
A gallant sailor scorns deceit,
And love and courage ever meet.
Let fops whine out a subtle tale,
With lies and envy fraught;
Oh, think when blows the stubborn gale
On you we fix our thought:
Each jolly tar when far away,
Will by each gale, a sigh convey,
The poles however distant wide,
How wide the planets roll,
No tar who fears not wind or tide,
Will thus declare his soul,
The poles shall join, the planets meet,
Ere we betray, or love deceit.
Fair Albion's cliffs our spirits warm,
Our dangers past we scorn;
'Tis only lovers know the charm,
When we to home return;
We rapid fly to fond embrace,
And tears of joy bedew each face.