of eighty street ballads on forty sheets, mostly with a woodcut printed
at London, the majority by J. Catnach (1820ñ1830). London: n.p., n.d.
University of Minnesota Libraries. WILSON
Books Quarto 820.1 C683.
Pasted to album leaf 40: broadside containing "Will Watch the
Bold Smuggler" (left column) and "The Heart That Can Feel for Another"
J. Catnach, Printer, 2, Monmouth-court, 7 Dials.
Cards Printed very Cheap
Sold by Bennet, Brighton, & Pierce,
<Image: wood engraving of a ship under sail.>
Will Watch the Bold Smuggler.
one morn when the winds from the northward blew keen
And sullenly roar'd the big waves
of the main;
A famed smuggler, Will Watch, kiss'd his Sue then serenely,
Took helm and to sea, boldly steer'd
Will had promis'd his Sue that this trip if well ended,
Should coil up his hopes, and he'd
anchor on shore,
When his pockets were lined, why his life should be mended,
The laws he had broken he' never break
His sea boat was trim, made her port took her lading,
Then Will stood for home reach'd the
offing & cried,
This night if I've luck furls the sails of my trading
In dock I can lay, serve a friend
Still lay too till night came on darksome and dreary
To crowd every sail, then he pip'd
up all hands,
But a signal soon spied 'twas a prospect uncheerly,
A signal that warn'd him to bear from
The Philistines are out, cries Will we'll take no heed
Attack'd, who's the man that will
flinch from his gun
Should my head be blown off I shall ne'r feel the need
We'll fight while we can, when we
can't boys we'll run,
Through the haze of the night a bright flash now appearing,
O ho! cries Will Watch the Philistines
Hear a hand my tight lads e're ye think about sheering,
One broadside pour in should we swim
boys or go down
But should I be pop'd off you my mates left behind me,
Regard my last words see them kindly
Let no stone mark the spot, and my friends do you mind
Near the beach is the grave where
Will Wach would be laid<.>
Poor Will's yarn was spun out, for a bullet next minute,
Laid him low on the deck and he never
His bold crew fought the brig, while a shot remain'd
Then sheer'd and Will's hulk <t>o
his Susan they bore.
<In> the dead of the night his last whish complied
To few known his grave, and to few
known his end,
He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died with,
He'd the prayers of his Susan, the
tears of his friends.
Near his grave dash the billows, the winds loudly bellow,
Yon ash struck with lightning points
out the cold bed,
Where Will Watch the bold smuggler, that fam'd lawless
Once feared, now forgot, sleeps
in ease with the dead.
Basic transcription by Wil Kurth. Pointed
brackets mark emendations.
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