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 While in terror she echoed his cries, As struggling he sunk in a billow, Far, far at sea.

How blest has my time been? What joys have I known, Since Wedlocks soft bondage made Jessy my own? So joyful my heart is, so easy my chain; That freedom is tasteless, and roving a pain. Tasteless, and roving a pain.