“ Teach, O teach the maid to languish,
⁠strike fair Phillis in her turn.
From that torment in her breast,
⁠soon to pity she’ll incline ;
And to give her bosom rest,
⁠kindly heal the wound in mine.
But be it so, or be it not,
⁠I’ll take her at my chance,
The first time I saw my love,
⁠she struck me in a trance;
Her ruby lips and sparkling eyes
⁠have so bewitched me,
If I was king of Ireland,
⁠queen of it she should be.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ With tremendous loud claps of thunder,
All things we made fast to stand the sad blast,
The pilot stood close by the helm;
Captain, pilot & mate on their stations wait,
But still the proud waves were a-swelling. ”

“ Captain, pilot, and mate, the truth to relate,
But could not preserve her from striking.
But O! the sad cries we sent to the skies,
Whene’er our good ship split asunder,
Our mainmast so tall overboard did fall,
And some of our good men fell under. ”