William Pitt. —— -1840.
A strong nor'-wester 's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!
The Sailor's Consolation.
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My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots
About their heads are flying!
The Sailor's Consolation.