Legal and other lyrics; with explantory notes and a glossary . row since then, With his increasing years ;His faithful shipmate still Ive been,Till a splinter cost me my larboard fin At the taking of Algiers, Brave boys ! At the taking of Algiers. Ill stand by him now as then I stood, And Ill trust him now, becauseIts like hell labour to do us good,Who never scrupled to spill his bloodIn aid of his countrys cause, I have boys !In aid of his countrys cause. THE OLD TRUE BLUE. 71 As for that bumboat lawyer craft That you have got in tow,A seaman would rather trust to a raftThan a hulk that looms
Legal and other lyrics; with explantory notes and a glossary . row since then, With his increasing years ;His faithful shipmate still Ive been,Till a splinter cost me my larboard fin At the taking of Algiers, Brave boys ! At the taking of Algiers. Ill stand by him now as then I stood, And Ill trust him now, becauseIts like hell labour to do us good,Who never scrupled to spill his bloodIn aid of his countrys cause, I have boys !In aid of his countrys cause. THE OLD TRUE BLUE. 71 As for that bumboat lawyer craft That you have got in tow,A seaman would rather trust to a raftThan a hulk that looms so large abaft,If a gale should come to blow, Brave boys!* If a gale should come to blow. Belike with speeches fair hell try To gammon * me and you :Come ! off, ye swab ! if you wish to shy;But here stands one that would rather die Than shrink from the Old True Blue, My boys! Thau shrink from the Old True Blue, * A cni/iril had been got up hi- Lordship had joined in a game at backgamiin>n in the Mm r, between London ami , on B Stormy %\)Z Saumon. Air— The AngelsWhisper. Y Tweedside a-standin,Wi iang rods our hands in,In great hopes o landin a Saumon were we;I took up my station,Wi much exultation,While Morton* fell a-iishin farther doun upon thelea. * Charles Morton, , a school and lifelong friend ofOutrams. THE SAUMON. 73 Across the stream flowin My line I fell a-throwin,Wi a sou-wester blowin right into my ee; I jumpt when my hook on I felt something pookin;But upon farther lookin it proved to be a tree. But deep, deep the stream in,I saw his sides a-gleamin,The king o the Saumon, sae pleasantly lay he ;I thought lie was sleepin, But mi further pecpin,I saw by his { th he was lauchin at me. The flask frae my pockel I poured into the socket,Foi I was provokit unto the last degree; And to my way o thinkin, Theres oaething for1 hut drinkin,\\ 1]<n a Saumon lies winkin and lauchin al me. Theres a bend in the Tweed,It mingles with the Leader— 7
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