William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Sailors Life at SeaW
And landsmen lag behind, sir,
The sailor joyfully skips on board,
And, swearing, prays for wind, sir:
Towing here,
Yeoing there,
Steadily, readily,
Cheerily, merrily,
Still from care and thinking free
Is a sailor’s life at sea.
And landsmen all grow sick, sir,
The sailor lolls with his mind at ease,
And the song and the can go quick, sir—
Laughing here,
Quaffing there,
Steadily, &c.
And sings to landsmen dreary,
The sailor fearless goes to sleep,
Or takes his watch most cheery.
Boozing here,
Snoozing there,
Steadily, &c.
And landsmen skulk below, sir,
Jack mounts up to the topsail yard,
And turns his quid as he goes, sir.
Hauling here,
Bawling there,
Steadily, &c.
And landsmen cry, “All’s gone! sir:”
The sailor hangs ’twixt sea and sky,
And jokes with Davy Jones, sir.
Dashing here,
Splashing there,
Steadily, &c.
And landsmen hoist the boat, sir,
The sailor scorns to quit the deck,
While a single plank’s afloat, sir—
Swearing here,
Tearing there,
Steadily, readily,
Cheerily, merrily,
Still from care and thinking free,
Is a sailor’s life at sea.