13
‘Call a boat, call a boat, you little Plymouth boys,
Don’t you hear how the trumpet sound?
[For] the want of our boat our gallant ship is lost,
And the most of our merry men is drownd.’
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Whilst the raging seas do roar,
And the lofty winds do blow,
And we poor seamen do lie on the top,
Whilst the landmen lies below.