%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The BREATH of LIFE. / Being an account of a Young Man that went to Sea, thinking / it a pleasant Life; but soon found his Mistake. / Prettily expressed in Sea Terms. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/19/2014 33960

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WHen first I drew the Breath of Life, / 'Twas in the merry month of June, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1297 The BREATH of LIFE. / Being an account of a Young Man that went to Sea, thinking / it a pleasant Life; but soon found his Mistake. / Prettily expressed in Sea Terms. The BREATH of LIFE. Being an account of a Young Man that went to Sea, thinking it a pleasant Life; but soon found his Mistake. Prettily expressed in Sea Terms. ?-?

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WHen first I drew the Breath of Life, in the merry month of June, The fourteenth day as I was told, When Roses they were in their bloom. In seventeen hundred and five, It was the date of the year. My parents did for me provide, The best of learning I declare. When I grew up they ask'd me thus, What trade they should for me provide? O then I answer'd them again, My mind's to cross the ocean wide. My whimsical brain did fully show, The pleasures seamen enjoy'd at sea; But not the sorrow, grief, nor woe, They suffer in extremity. If there be pleasure on the seas, when the Wind and Weather's fair, With a bowl of punch here's to you Jack, I thank you Will, let's drown all care. Hardships we know there is full well, But we must never flinch altho Dark dismal night and lofty seas, Contrary winds, hail, rain, and blow. When we are on the raging main, With wind right aft, and a pleasant gale, O then we have our heart's desire, When we can spread abroad our sail, Our main-sail haul'd up in the brail, Our fore-sail drove us bravely thro'.
Our top-sail and top-gallant sails, When hoisted, make a gallant shew. Now when the wind won't stand I am afraid It weareth forward I plainly see, Get the fore-tack down to the cat-head, The main-top down to the larchestree. Down studding sails, aloe and aluft, And put them by boys for this time, And stow your stay-sails fore and aft, And trim your sails unto the wind, And now she'll hardly lay her course, So let us get our tacks on board, Our sheets laid aft and our bawling hawl, And see all things else prepar'd. We must expect to head the sea, Where foaming billows aloud do roar, Like hills and dales the main looks you see Now our pleasant sail is o'er. Instead of studding now 'tis luff, Don't fall off my boys, thus, and no near, The Grampus blows a lofty spout, The sky looks dismal I declare. It's in top-gallant sail, my boys, Hawl down your top-mast, stay-sails too, We have met with a tartar I'm afraid, We will settle our three top-sails low. Now boys let us reel while we have time, Let run your top-sail haul the yard down, The rore and main-top bowling gone, Set the weather braces round.
And fill your sails my hearts of gld, Hawl your keel-tacks also; It will blow hard I do perceive, Let's clew them up while we are below. The single reef in eath top-sail, And to fur them it is agreed; So bear a hand my hearts of gold, And make haste down with nimble speed. And see your jeers fore clear and aft, Your haul down tackle-hood also, And see all things ready prepar'd, Both up aloft and down below. Brail up your mizen snug my boys, And chearful lower away your yard; The sky looks black and dismal too, Which plainly shows it will blow hard, A good hand stand by the main sheet, And see all clear to let it fly; It looks as thick as butter-milk, And will be with us by and by. So hard a weather goes the helm, Let fly the main-sheet now with speed, This furious squall will soon be o'er, It breaks apace I do perceive, Come haul aft your main sheets again, Luff round my boys, lets lose no ground, The sky looks dark and dismal too, We will surely lower our fore-yard down. So forward now my heart of gold, Let go your lifts in the first place, A sturdy fellow to the jeers, And strength is required at the brace. Your down haul tackles must be man'd, Clue garnets, burnt-lines, and lift-lines too Ease off your sheet, let rise your tack, And now my boys lets clue him up, Belay your lifts securely hard, Then up aloft him snug, Quoil your ropes, and then come aft, And well all hands tipple the nut brown jug And now our helm is lash'd a-lee, And all things are secure aloft; You at the helm pray mind the glass, How she comes too, and likewise falls off, The storm increases more and more, We'll up and make a reef in the main sail. In one consent let it be agreed, Let's seamen's courage never fail, And to your station now my boys, Pray stand by seamen every one.
Ease off your sheet, let rise your tack, Set in your brace your bow-lines down, When this is done, then down we come, To see what more we have to do; We lose our mizen in the brails, We balance him and set him too: Now he's balanc'd in a trice, Sway up the yard, haul aft the sheet, No sooner spoke but away she flies, And leave the bolt rope in his stead, Our goodly ship lies dangerous too, In the surge of all the sea, And takes us upon the broadside, And makes o'er us a passage free. You see the danger we are in, For God's sake boys what shall we do? Its better to sail before the wind, I'm sure my boys than thus lie too. In one consent let's be agreed, In readiness prepare all things: And bunt our fore-sails securely fast, And well seud under our goose wings. Now steady, steady is the word, Pray msnd your helm. Steady starboard, No sooner spoke but brought too; Pray stop her, its hard a port, Pray mind the motion of her head, For God's sake keep off, don't bring her to For all our lives lie at stake, Our goodly ship and cargo too; No sooner spoke but away she flies, Alas, they strove in vain, For down she lies all on the careen, As if she'd never rise again. We being now in this distress, Our mizen mast we cut away, Thinking to lighten her again. But all in vain, still down she lay. You see what dangers we are in, The best of comfort we can afford, To lighten our ships, and save our lives, We cut our main-mast by the board. The seas they roar'd like mountains high, Which stav'd our boat in pieces small; Of all our lofty standing masts, Our fore-mast top stood and that was all; Now to conclude and make an end, I wish I had known as much before, I would have chose some other trade, And liv'd contented on the shore.