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No. 22 - Hammock Song - Lieut. van Slous and Chorus -
"Rock'd by the Billow!"
| Lieut. van Slous: | Oh! proud and high the feeling, O'er the sailor stealing to the core, When half a gale is blowing, And his ship is going fast from shore. Staunch is the craft that bears him on, O'er the verge, lands lie to be won, Harvests are there beyond the foam, To reap for those he loves at home! Ay! harvests lie beyond the foam, To reap for those he loves at home! Ah! Ah! rock'd upon the billow, To slumber by the angry storm, In fair dream to my pillow, Come many a dear and vanish'd form. Ah! rock'd upon the billow, To slumber by the angry storm, In fair dream to my pillow, Come many a dear and vanish'd form. |
| Chorus: | Ah! rock'd upon the billow, To slumber by the angry storm, In fair dream to his pillow, Comes a lov'd form! |
| Lieut. van Slous: | To seamen death or danger Seldom is a stranger, watch or sleep! From gulf of water under, To the battle's thunder, o'er the deep! Foemen may start from ev'ry wave, And ev'ry billow be his grave! But e'en when death or danger's near, The thought of home his heart will cheer! Tho' death or danger may be near, Yet thoughts of home his heart will cheer! Ah! Ah! rock'd upon the billow, To slumber by the angry storm, In fair dream to my pillow, Come many a dear and vanish'd form. Ah! rock'd upon the billow, To slumber by the angry storm, In fair dream to my pillow, Come many a dear and vanish'd form. |
| Chorus: | Ah! rock'd upon the billow, To slumber by the angry storm, In fair dream to his pillow, Comes a lov'd form! |
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British Musical Theatre | Rip Van Winkle
Page modified 29 May 2017