Country men of England,
Who live at home with ease,
And little think what dangers
Are incident o’ th’ seas,
Give ear unto the sailor
Who unto you will show
His case, his case,
Howe’er the wind doth blow.
He that is a sailor
Must have a valiant heart,
For when he is upon the sea
He is not like to start,
But must, with noble courage,
All dangers undergo;
Resolve, resolve,
Howe’er the wind doth blow.
Our calling is laborious
And subject to much woe,
But we must still contented be
With what falls to our share.
We must not be faint-hearted,
Come tempest, rain, or snow,
Nor shrink, nor shrink,
Howe’er the wind doth blow.
Sometimes on Neptune’s bosom
Our ship is tossed with waves,
And every minute we expect
The sea must be our graves.
Sometimes on high she mounteth,
Then falls agains as low,
With waves, with waves,
When stormy winds do blow.
Then with unfeign
(Martin Parker)
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