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Article THE MARINER'S TOAST. ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE PARTING SONG. " Page 1 of 1
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The Mariner's Toast.
AVhat would our wealthy merchants do If Sailors there ivere none ? Or what our Queen upon her throne , The Royal Navy gone ? Our sea-girt isle a desert land , Or prison-house would be ,
If ' twere not for our mariners In harbour and at sea ! Huzza ! then , for the British fleets Of merchandize and war , — Huzza ! huzza ! for those who give
Employment to the tar ! Huzza ! huzza ! huzza ! my boys—AVe ' 11 make it three times three—For " The Mariners in harbour ,
And the jolly Tars at sea ' . "
The Parting Song. "
THE PARTING SONG .
Fill up the bowl hefore we part , Ye Brothers of the mystic tie , The pledge I give springs from my heart , 'Tis absent friends , and then good-by . AVhere ' er our wandering Brothers roam ,
O ' er the deep sea , or foreign land , God guide them to their long lost home , Their anxious friends , their native land . Fill up the bowl , and let a tear From feeling ' s gushing fount be shed , Be mid our mirth remembered here
The days whose light and joy are fled . Entwine our parting cup with flowers , And toast the dearest gifts of life , The ties which gild time ' s fleeting hours , The Mason ' s daughter , sister , wife . Nov . 27 , 1837 . J . F . S .
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The Mariner's Toast.
AVhat would our wealthy merchants do If Sailors there ivere none ? Or what our Queen upon her throne , The Royal Navy gone ? Our sea-girt isle a desert land , Or prison-house would be ,
If ' twere not for our mariners In harbour and at sea ! Huzza ! then , for the British fleets Of merchandize and war , — Huzza ! huzza ! for those who give
Employment to the tar ! Huzza ! huzza ! huzza ! my boys—AVe ' 11 make it three times three—For " The Mariners in harbour ,
And the jolly Tars at sea ' . "
The Parting Song. "
THE PARTING SONG .
Fill up the bowl hefore we part , Ye Brothers of the mystic tie , The pledge I give springs from my heart , 'Tis absent friends , and then good-by . AVhere ' er our wandering Brothers roam ,
O ' er the deep sea , or foreign land , God guide them to their long lost home , Their anxious friends , their native land . Fill up the bowl , and let a tear From feeling ' s gushing fount be shed , Be mid our mirth remembered here
The days whose light and joy are fled . Entwine our parting cup with flowers , And toast the dearest gifts of life , The ties which gild time ' s fleeting hours , The Mason ' s daughter , sister , wife . Nov . 27 , 1837 . J . F . S .