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5 Will had promised his Sue that this trip, if well ended, Should coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor ashore ; When his pockets were lin’d, why his life should he mended; The laws he had broken, he’d never break more.

His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading ; Then Will stood for home, reached the offing, and cried, This night, if I’ve luck, furls the sails of my trading ; In dock I could lay, serve a friend too beside. Will lay to till the night came on, darksome and dreary ; To crowd ev'ry sail then he pip'd up each hand ; a signal soon spied, ('twas a prospect un- cheery,) A signal that warn’d him to steer from the land.

Philistines are out, cried Will, well, take no heed on't, Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from ids gun ? should my head he blown off, I shall ne'er feel the need on't, We'll fight while we can—when we can’t, boys, we’ll run.