FOR THE PORT FOLIO.-NAVAL SONGS. SONS of the deep! ye spirits brave, Whose victories saved a nation's fame; From whom the rulers of the wave First learn'd the pangs of fear and shame. To you we fill where'er you roam, Or dare the thunderer in his home! Skilful and bold, by labour nurst, Your country's hope, her joy, her pride! To your loved names, ye gallant few, Our souls the song of triumph raise, Long may your flag its lustre shed To you, with soul-enamouring beam, FOR THE PORT FOLIO. THIS life, boys, at best's but a rough sort of trip, For I fancy we'll all meet at Davy's again As jovial as e'er we met here. Then what do we value the scoff on the free, That from France and from England's self starts? They may count us their hulks till they're tir'd, d'ye see, And we'll count them as many true hearts, That can stick to their moorings thro' life's foulest squalls, And still face the world as it goes. So the ninnies we'll baulk who dare think we'll descend Our rights on the seas to forego We have biscuit and grog for a true-hearted friend, And a merry three cheers for a foe: For the world and its great ones may change as they please, But a sailor's a sailor, boys, still; Then let the cold heart in its own baseness freeze, That thinks we'll be shy on the waves Shall we skulk, boys, and hunt out by-ways thro' the seas, Away with such gabble and nonsense, say I, While we've Yankee colours to show: We don't know the count of his ships who's our foe, For ourselves, to the very heart's core, lads, we know; I'm for setting top-gallants and booming ahead, Then, huzza! for free trade, and our rights as we be, And sailors must have out their whims, d'ye see, So, huzza! for free trade and for colours mast high, Whether Bainbridge, or Hull, or Decatur commands, Huzza! and huzza! and huzza! sing all hands, And yard arm to yard arm's the fun! Then lubbers stand clear! we have work to do, boys, And we'll rake, till sly death our hearts' cables shall slip, He was dying says he, "Boys don't give up the ship!" Brave heart! he is gone to his rest-never mind! So, no more of vain talking, or whining or art— They'll find, if we've biscuit and grog for a friend, X. A. Through error, the last volume of the Port Folio was published without the title page. The publishers deliver it with the present number, that it may be taken out and bound with the last volume, to render it uniform. We are desired to notice the following errata in the life of captain Allen: for "general Allen commanded the Rhode. island line at the battle of Saratoga,” read "commanded at that place at the close of the war:" for " he was appointed senior officer of the legionary corps raised in Rhodeisland," read "intended to be raised:" for "crew of the Hornet commanded by lieutenant Shubrick," read with lieutenant Shubrick. The state of Rhodeisland did not present him with a sword as is there stated. |