Martin Parker

Sailors for My Money

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, 
	Howe’er 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, 
	Howe’er 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, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow. 

Sometimes on Neptune’s bosom 
	Our ship is tossed with waves, 
And every minute we expect 
	The sea must be our graves. 
Sometimes on high she mounteth, 
	Then falls agains as low, 
With waves, with waves, 
	When stormy winds do blow. 

Then with unfeignëd prayers, 
	As Christian duty binds, 
We turn unto the Lord of Hosts, 
	With all our hearts and minds; 
To him we fly for succor, 
	For he, we surely know, 
Can save, can save, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow. 

Then he who breaks the rage, 
	The rough and blusterous seas, 
When his disciples were afraid, 
	Will straight the storms appease; 
And give us cause to thank, 
	On bended knees full low, 
Who saves, who saves, 
	Howe’er 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, 
	Howe’er the wind does blow.
 
And when by God’s assistance 
	Our foes are put to th’ 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, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow. 

Thus we gallant seamen, 
	In midst of greatest dangers, 
Do always prove our valor, 
	We never are no changers; 
But whatsoe’er betide us 
	We stoutly undergo, 
Resolved, resolved, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow. 

If fortune do befriend us, 
	In what we take in hand, 
We prove ourselves still generous 
	Whene’er we come to land; 
There’s few that shall out-brave us, 
	Though ne’er so great in show, 
We spend, and lend, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow. 

We travel to the Indies, 
	From them we bring home spice; 
Here we buy rich merchandise 
	At very little price. 
And many wealthy prizes 
	We conquer from the foe, 
In fight, in fight, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow. 

Into our native country 
	With wealth we do return, 
And cheer our wives and children, 
	Who for our absence mourn. 
Then do we bravely flourish, 
	And wheresoe’er we go, 
We roar, we roar, 
	Howe’er the with doth blow. 

For when we have received 
	Our wages for our pains, 
The vintners and the tapsters 
	By us have golden gains. 
We call for liqour roundly, 
	And pay before we go; 
And sing, and drink, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow. 

We bravely are respected 
	When we walk up and down, 
For if we meet good company 
	We care not for a crown; 
There’s none more free than sailors, 
	Where’er he come or go, 
Though he’ll roar o’ th’ shore, 
	Howe’er 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’ the seas? 
Let’s sail unto the Indies, 
	Where golden grass doth grow;
To sea, to sea, 
	Howe’er the wind doth blow.