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 When on his trembling lip—Farewell,

Hung dew-drop like, I rent my heart,

I felt my throbbing bosom swell,

And vow’d from Willy ne’er to part.

In jacket blue and trousers neat,

Snow-white that play’d around my knee,

I join'd the ship in Willy’s fleet.

Most dear to Ann and went to sea;

A storm came on, rude tempests blew,

A pirate’s flag appall’d each heart.

We struck—they made him join their crew,

I scorn’d from Willie still to part.

He knows me not as his true love,

But a kind messmate proves to me;

His truth, his constancy I prove,

For I’m his constant theme at sea;

Link’d thus by love two minds unite,

Conjoin’d, each boasts a faithful heart,

I’ll guard him in the raging light,

or e’en in death from Willy part.

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