Sailors for my money.  
A new Ditty composed in the praise of Saylors and Sea affairs, briefly showing the nature of so worthy a calling, and effects of their industry.  
To the tune of the jovial Cobbler.  

 

Country men of England,  
who live at home with ease:  
And little think what dangers,  
Are incident o'th' Seas:  
Give ear unto the Sailor  
Who unto you will show:  
His case,  
His case:  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

He that is a Sailor▪  
Must have a valiant heart:  
For when he is upon the sea,  
He is not like to start:  
But must with noble courage,  
All dangers undergo.  
Resolve,  
Resolve:  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

Our calling is laborious,  
And subject to much woe:  
But we must still contented be:  
With what falls to our share.  
We must not be faint hearted▪  
Come tempest rain or snow:  
Nor shrink:  
Nor shrink:  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

Sometimes one Neptunes bosom  
Our ship is tossed with waves  
And every minite we expect,  
The sea must be our graves  
Sometimes on high she mounteth  
Then falls again as low:  
with waves:  
with waves:  
When stormy winds do blow.   

Then with unfeigned prayers,  
As Christian duty binds,  
We turn unto the Lord of hosts,  
With all our hearts and minds,  
To him we flee for succour,  
For he we surely know,  
can save:  
can save,  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

Then he who breaks the rage:  
The rough & blusterous seas▪  
When his disciples were afraid  
Will straght the storms appease.  
And give us cause to thank  
On bended knees full low:  
who saves:  
who saves,  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

Our enemies approaching,  
When we on sea espy,  
We must resolve incontinent  
To fight, although we die,  
With noble resolution  
We must oppose our foe,  
in fight,  
in fight:  
How ere the wind do blow.   

And when by God's assistance,  
Our foes are put toth' foil,  
To animate our courages,  
We all have share o'th' spoil,  
Our foes into the Ocean,  
We back to back do throw,  
to sink,  
or swim,  
How ere the wind doth blow.    

The Second part.  
To the same tune.  
 

THus we gallant seamen,  
In midst of greatest dangers,  
Do always prove our valour,  
We never are no changers:  
But what so ere betide us,  
We stoutly undergo,  
resolved,  
resolved,  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

If fortune do befriend us.  
In what we take in hand,  
We prove ourselves still generous  
When ere we come to land,  
there's few that shall out brave us  
Though near so great in show,  
we spend  
and lend,  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

We travel to the Indies,  
From them we bring some spice  
Here we buy rich Merchandise  
At very little prize;  
And many wealthy prizes,  
We conquer from the foe:  
In fight:  
In fight,  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

Into our native Country,  
With wealth we do return:  
And cheer our wives & children,  
Who for our absence mourn.  
Then do we bravely flourish,  
And where so ere we go:  
We roar:  
We roar:  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

For when we have received▪  
Our wages for our pains:  
The Vintners & the Tapsters▪  
By us have golden gains.  
We call for liquor roundly,  
And pay before we go:  
and sing:  
and drink,  
How ere the wind doth blow.   

We bravely are respected,  
When we walk up & down,  
For if we meet good company,  
We care not for a crown,  
there's none more free than saylrrs  
Where ere he come or go,  
th'elle roar  
o'th' shore,  
How ere the wind● doth blow.   

Then who would live in England  
And nourish vice with ease,  
When he that is in poverty,  
May riches get o'th' seas:  
Le's sail unto the Indies,  
Where golden grass doth grow  
to sea,  
to sea,  
How ere the wind doth blow.   M. P.  
FINIS.   

Printed at London for C. Wright.