A SAILOR'S SONG Joanna Baillie Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851. Fugitive Verses. By Joanna Baillie, author of “Dramas on the Passions,“ etc. London Edward Moxon, Dover Street. MDCCCXL. 1840 pp. 326-327.

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A SAILOR'S SONG Written at the request of Mr. Galt for his Musical Selection , called “ The Banquet , ” performed for the benefit of the Caledonian Asylum , ( the music from Macbeth . ) WHILE clouds on high are riding , The wintry moonshine hiding , The raging blast abiding , O'er mountain waves we go , We go , we go , we go , Bravely we go , we go . With hind , the dry land reaping , — With townsman , shelter keeping , — With lord , on soft down sleeping , — Change we our lot ? O no ! O no ! O no ! O no ! Change we our lot ? O no ! On stormy main careering , Each sea-mate , sea-mate cheering , With dauntless helms-man steering , Our forthward course we hold , We hold , we hold , we hold , Our forthward course we hold , we hold . Their sails with sunbeams whitened , Themselves with glory brightened , From care their bosoms lightened , Who shall return ? — the bold ; The bold , the bold , the bold ; Only the bold ! the bold !