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 And you farewell! whose merits claim,

justly, that highest badge to wear,

Heav’n bless your honour’d, noble name,

to masonry and Scotia dear!

A last request permit me here,

when yearly ye assemble a’,

One round, I ask it with a tear,

to him, the Bard that’s far awa.

There was a young Sailor from Dover he came.

He courted pretty Sally, pretty Sally, was her name:

But she being so lofty, and her portion being so high.

That she on a Sailor could scarce cast an eye.

O Sally, O Sally, O Sally, said

I am afraid that your false heart will my ruin be.

And unless that your hatred does turn into love,

I am afraid that your false heart will my ruin prove.

My hatred’s not to you nor to any other man;

But to say that I love you is more than I can

So keep your intention, and alter your discourse,

For I will never marry you unless that I be forc’d.

Seven weeks had not gone and past,

Till this fair maid grew sick at last,

And she could not tell for why,

And she sent for the Sailor whom she did deny.