"I remember your coming to court the grey mare Very well, Mr. Roger, when golden my hair, And cheeks were as roses that bloom on the wall. But, lawks! Mr. Roger,--I can not recall That e'er you came sweet-hearting _me_, man, at all, But the mare, the grey mare That uncommon grey mare." No. 52 THE WRECK OFF SCILLY H.F.S. [Music] 1 Come all you brisk young sailors bold That plough the raging main, A tragedy I will unfold In story sad and plain. From my true love 'twas pressed was I The gallant ship to steer To Indies west,--each heart beat high With confidence and cheer. 2 A year was gone, and home at last, We turn'd with swelling sail, When--'ere the Scilly over-passed There broke on us a gale. The boatswain up aloft did go. He went aloft so high. More angry did the ocean grow, More menacing the sky. 3 To make the stripe in vain we tried The Scilly rocks to clear, The thunder of the furious tide Was filling every ear. There came a sharp and sudden shock,-- Each thought of wife and home! The gallant ship was on a rock, And swept with wave and foam. 4 Of eighty seamen 'prised the crew, But one did reach the shore, The gallant vessel, good and true, Was shattered aft and fore. The news to Plymouth swift did fly, That our good ship was gone; And wet with tears was many an eye, And many a widow lone. 5 And when I came to Plymouth sound Alive, of eighty dead, My pretty love, then false I found And to a landsman wed. O gentles all that live on land Be-think the boys at sea, Lo! here I stand with cap in hand, And crave your charity. No. 53 HENRY MARTYN C.J.S. [Music] 1 In merry Scotland, in merry Scotland, There lived brothers three, They all did cast lots which of them should go, A robbing upon the salt sea. 2 The lot it fell upon Henry Martyn, The youngest of the three, That he should go rob on the salt, salt sea, To maintain his brothers and he. 3 He had not a sailed a long winter's night, Nor yet a short winter's day, Before he espied the King's gallant ship, Come sailing along that way. 4 How far, how far, cried Henry Martyn, How far are you going? said he For I am a robber upon the salt seas, To maintain my brothers and me. 5 Stand off, stand off! the Captain he cried, The lifeguards they are aboard. My cannons are loaden with powder and shot; And every man hath a sword. 6 For three long hours they merrily fought, For hours they fought full three. And many a blow it dealt many a wound, As they fought on the salt, salt sea. 7 Twas broadside against a broadside then, And at it, the which should win, A shot in the gallant ship bored a hole, And then did the water rush in. 8