Steady She Goes, All Well

The British tar no peril knows,
But fearless braves the angry deep;
The ship?s his cradle of repose,
And sweetly rocks him to his sleep;
He, though the raging surges swell,
In his hammock swings;
While the steersman sings,
?Steady she goes, all?s well,
All?s well, steady she goes.?

While on the main top-mast he springs,
An English vessel heaves in view,
He asks; but she no letter brings
From bonny Kate, he lov?d so true.
Then he sighs he for his native dell;
Yet to hope he clings,
While the steersman, &c.

The storm is past ? the battle?s o?er;
Nature, and man repose in peace;
The homeward bound on England?s shore
He hopes for joys that ne?er will cease,
His Kate?s sweet voice those joys fortel,
And his big heart springs,
While the steersman, &c.