Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Song: How happy are we now the wind is abaft, and the...
Text:
How happy are we now the wind is abaft, and the boatswain he pipes, “Haul both our sheets aft!” “Steady,” says the master, “it blows a fresh gale, we’ll soon reach our port, boys, if the wind does not fail,”
then drink about Tom although the ship roll,
we’ll save our rich liquor by slinging the bowl.
