WORDWARD Del.

ROWLANDSON, S.C.

# THE SAILOR'S PRAYER!!

O, MIGHTY NEPTUNE! hear an honest British Tar—thou knowest I trouble not thy Godship every day, I therefore pray thee to grant my Prayer, for I love not long palavering and that there, d'ye see.

Grant me a float ship, and honest Meffmates—as the last of my old ones was popped off the Belerophon's bows at the Nile—poor Mat Mizen!! Give me plenty of Grog, and a good Commander, and I'll warrant you I'll have the Don's whifkers, and as to MOUNSEER, if I comes athwart his haufer again, I'll shiver his Jib, and dowfe his three-coloured rag, and revenge the death of Mat Mizen, d—n me—I beg your honour's pardon for swearing, but its a way I have—however, I still fay, if I get into Mounfeer's wake, I'll back his top-fails, fplit my Timbers.

Worthy Master Neptune! send us a good prize, I befeech thee, and be not sparing in Brandy and Tobacco—give us also a few chefts of the Don's Dollars, for Mounfeer hasn't got none, no more than there is in your honour's three-pronged boat-hook. When we arrive at Port, send us handsome Doxies, and keep us from a lee-shore, that thou knowest I hate as I do an empty can, or a dry quid. Grant me but these, and capsize my Trunions if I don't ever praise thee, and the Melfmate that wont join me, may he be fluck upon the lee-yard arm of a stormy night! Lastly, I pray thee to keep me from the difgrace of the Bilboes—fave me from a Guinea-man and a Tender, and I'll serve cheerfully, and sing King George and his Navy for ever.—Huzza! to the end of the Chapter.

WILLIAM BELL

ROWLANDSON 50

THE SAILOR'S PRAYER!!

Grant me a float ship, and honest Meffmates—as the last of my old ones was popped off the Bel-
lerophon's bows at the Nile—poor Mat Mizen!! Give me plenty of Grog, and a good Com-
mander, and I'll warrant you I'll fhave the Don's whiskers, and as to MOUNSEER, if I comes athwart
his haufer again, I'll fhiver his Jib, and dowfe his three-coloured rag, and revenge the death of Mat
Mizen, d—n me—I beg your honour's pardon for f wearing, but its a way I have—however, I f till
fay, if I get into Mounfeer's wake, I'll back his top-fails, fsplit my Timbers.

Worthy Mafter Neptune! fend us a good prize, I befeech thee, and be not fparing in Brandy
and Tobacco—give us alfo a few chefts of the Don's Dollars, for Mounfeer ha'nt got none, no
more than there is in your honour's three-pronged boat-hook. When we arrive at Port, fend us
handfome Doxies, and keep us from a lee-fshore, that thou knoweft I hate as I do an empty can, or
a dry quid. Grant me but theſe, and capſize my Trunions if I don't ever prieſe thee, and the
Meffmate that wont join me, may he be ſtuck upon the lee-yard arm of a ſtormy night! Laſtly,
I pray thee to keep me from the diſgrace of the Bilboes—ſave me from a Guinea-man and a
Tender, and I'll ſerve cheerfully, and ſing King George and his Navy for ever.—Huzza! to the
end of the Chapter.

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