  ONE night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, “A strong nor’-wester’s blowing, Bill— Hark! don’t ye hear it roar now? Lord help ’em! how I pities all Unhappy folks on shore now! “Foolhardy chaps who live in town— What danger they are all in, And now are quaking in their beds, For fear the roof should fall in. Poor creatures! how they envies us, And wishes, I’ve a notion, For our good luck, in such a storm To be upon the ocean. “But as for them who’re out all day, On business from their houses, And late at night are coming home, To cheer the babes and spouses, While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying! “And very often have we heard How men are killed and undone By overturns of carriages, By thieves and fires in London. We know what risks all landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors; Then, Bill, let us thank Providence That you and I are sailors!” William Pitt. |
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