Mainsail Haul e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I yarned with ancient shipmen beside the galley range<br>And some were fond of women, but all were fond of change;<br>They sang their quavering chanties, all in a fo'c's'le drone,<br>And I was finely suited, if I had only known.<br><br>I rested in an ale-house that had a sanded floor,<br>Where seamen sat a-drinking and chalking up the score;<br>They yarned of ships and mermaids, of topsail sheets and slings,<br>But I was discontented; I looked for better things.<br><br>I heard a drunken fiddler, in Billy Lee's Saloon,<br>I brooked an empty belly with thinking of the tune:<br>I swung the doors disgusted as drunkards rose to dance,<br>And now I know the music was life and life's romance.