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 Farewell my home and countrymen,

and the ancient hills of Tarrow,

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 and trampers rum,

my nab and flowing nib ;

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 beard the 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 life,

At every mess we find a friend,

at every port a wife

I have a spanking wife at portsmouth gates,

a Pigmy at Goree;