Boatswain! Speak to the mariners:fall to't yarely or we run ourselves aground bestir, bestir.
Here master what cheer!
Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to themaster's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,if room enough
Good Boatswain have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Good, yet to remember whom thou hast aboard.
When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not
We split, we split
We split, we split, we split!
Mercy on us
All lost! to prayers, to prayers!
Farewell my wife and children
None that I more love than myself . Down with the topmast ! Yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course.