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 Farewell, my home and countrymen,

And the ancient hills of Yarrow.

Kind providence may rest the soul

Of Allan Tine o’ Harrow.

Bold Jack the Sailor, here I come,

Pray how do you like my nib;

My trowsers wide, my trartipers rum,

My nab and flowing jib:

I sail the seas from end to end,

And lead a roving life,

At every mess we find a friend,

At every port a wife.

I have heard therti talk of constancy,

Of grief and such like fun,

I have constant been to ten, cry’d I,

But never griev’d for one.

The flowing sails we tars unbend,

To lead a roving live,

At every mess we find a friend,

At every port a wife.

I have a spanking wife at Portsmouth Gates,

A Pigmy at Goree;