...ftorms e'er fo oft Take the top-fails of failors a-back, There's a fwect little Cherub fits pcrch'd up aloft, To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. I faid to our Poll, for you fee (he would cry, When laft we weighed anchor for fea, What argufies fniv'ling...

...me, let norms e'er fo oft Take the toplaiK of failon aback, There 'ч a fweet l;ttle cherub that fits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. I faid loour Poll, for vnu lee (lie would cry, When laft we weight! anchor for fea, What argufies Iniv'linc,...

...let ftorms e'er fb Take the topfails of failors aback : (oft There's a fweet little cherub that fits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. I faid to our Poll, (for, d'ye fee, fhe would ciy) When laft we weigh'd anchor for fea, What argufies...

...For,sayshe, do you mind me, Ut storms e'er so oft lake the top-sails of sailors aback, Tlicre's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life uf poor Jack ! I said to our Poll (for, d'ye tee, she would cry), When test we weigh'd anchor for sea;...

...lie, do you mind me, let storms e'er so oft, Take the top-sails of sailors a-back; There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. I said to our Poll (for d'ye see she would cry) When last we weigh'd anchor for sea, "Wha» argufies...

...says he, do you mind me, let storms, e'er so oft, Take the top-sails of sailors aback, There 'sa sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. J said to our Poll, (for, d' ye see she would cry,) When last we weigh'd anchor for sea, What argufies...

...all '$ a hazard : come don't be so Perhaps I may laughing come back ; [soft, For, d'ye see, there's a cherub that sits up aloft To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. D 'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch All as one as a piece of the ship, And with her brave...

...don't think me a milk-sop so soft, To be taken for trifles aback; For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. Why, I heard the good chaplain palaver one day About souls, heav'n, mercy, and such, And, my timbers...

...there is no idea more thoroughly imbued in sailors, than that of a particular Providence — " A sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, to keep watch for the life of poor Jack." — We are desirous of speaking to this point very directly, because we believe a good deal of misapprehension...

...foam is sure to overwhelm him, he cumWts himself with the belief that " A sweet little cherub still sits up aloft To keep watch for the life of poor Jack." Come, come, Sum, belay there, if you please, that brandy and lime juice handed you by Tom Norris, has...