Log Book Of Timothy Boardman Kept On Board The Privateer Oliver
Chapter 5
It was the fifteenth of September, from Spithead we Sat Sail we had Rumbla in our Company, Blest with a Pleasant Gale we Sailed away together, for the Bay of Biscay, o Going along Storms Come on, and the winds Began to Blow.
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The winds and Storms increas^d the Bumbla Bore away and left the Cantaborough, for No Longer Could She Stay & when they Came to Gibralter, they told the People So that they thought we were Lost, in the Bay of Biscay, O.
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But as Providence would have it, it was not quite so Bad But first we lost our Missen Mast, and then went off our Flag the Next we Lost our Main Mast, one of our Guns also With five Men, Drowned then, in the Bay of Biscay, O.
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The Next we Lost our foremast, which was a Dreadfull Stroke and in our Larboar Quarter, a Great hole there was Broke and then the Seas come Roleing in, our Gun Room it Did flow Thus we Rold and we told, in the Bay of Biscay, O.
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It was Dark and Stormy Weather, Sad and Gloomy Night Our Captain on the Quarter Deck, that Day was kill^d Outrite the Rings that on his fingers were, in Pieces burst Also Thus we were in Dispare, in the Bay of Biscay, O.
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But when we Came to Gibralter, and lay in our New Hold the People they Came flocking Down, our Ship for to Behold they Said it was the Dismalest Sight, that Ever they Did know We never Pind, But Drunk Wine, till we Drowned all our Woe.
A COUNTRY SONG.
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On the Sweet Month of May we'll Repair to the Mountain And Set we Down there by a Clear Crystial fountain Where the Cows sweetly Lowing In a Dewy Morning Where Phebus oer the Hills and Meddow are Adorning.
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A Sweet Country Life is Delightfull and Charming Walking abroad in a Clear Summer's Morning O your Towns and Your Cities Your Lofty high Towers Are not to be Compar,d with Shades & Green Bowers.
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O Little I regard your Robes and fine Dresses Your Velvets & Scarlets and Other Excesses My own Country Fashions to me is More Endearing Than your Pretty Prisemantle or your Bantle Cloth Wearing.
End of Project Gutenberg's Log-book of Timothy Boardman, by Samuel W Boardman