I am a jovial marriner: our calling is well known; We trade with many a foreigner to purchase high renown; We serve our country faithfully, and bring home store of gold; We do our business manfully, for we are free and bold. _A sea-man hath a valiant heart, and bears a noble minde; He scorneth once to shrink or start for any stormy wind._ ’Tis known what hardships we endure abroad upon the seas, Whilst others sleep at home secure, and spend their time in ease; We seldom dare lie down to rest, lest danger should ensue; Our heads with care is sore opprest: beleeve me, it is true! _A sea-man hath a valiant heart, etc._ A cowardly spirit must not think to prove a sea-man bold, For to be sure he may not shrink in dangers manifold; When sea-fights happen on the main, and dreadful cannons rore, Then all men fight, or else be slain [and braggarts proud look poor. _A sea-man hath a valiant heart, etc._] ’Tis sea-men stout that doth deserve both honour and renown; In perils great we may not swerve, though Neptune seem to frown; If once his curled front we spy, drencht in the foamy brine, Then each man doth his business ply, there’s none that doth repine. _A sea-man hath [a valiant heart], etc._ When angry billows brush the skye, most hideous to behold, Then up our ships are tost on high, and with the waves are roull’d; When tempest fierce our sails doth tear, and rends the masts asunder, O! then we have great cause to fear, or else it were a wonder. _A sea-man hath [a valiant heart], etc._ Great rocks which lye amongst the waves do threaten us with death, And many sea-men finde their graves in sands which are beneath; To see the masts of ships appear, which hath been cast away, Would make a land-man dye with fear, ’tis best at home to stay. _A sea-man hath a valiant heart, and bears a noble minde, etc._ Brave England hath been much inricht by art of navigation; Great store of wealth we home have fetched for to adorn our nation: Our merchants still we do supply with traffick that is rare; Then, sea-men, cast your caps on high, we are without compare. _A sea-man hath a valiant heart, and bears a noble minde; He scorneth once to shrink or start for any stormy wind._ Who should the ladies’ pallats please, with spices of the best, If sea-men all should take their ease, and stay at home to rest? Our gallants they would finde a want of silks to make them fine, And tearing boyes no more would rant if once they wanted wine. _A sea-man hath [a valiant heart], etc._