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                          (  3  ) I curs’d the gold and the silver too, And all false women that were not true ; Who first make vows and them do break, And break their vows for riches sake.

I would rather be on yonder shore. Where thund'ring cannons loudly roar ; I would rather be where bullets fly, Than in false women’s company.

So I’ll bid adieu to all woman-kind, I’ll sail the ocean round and round ; I’ll sail the fea until l die, I'll cut the waves that run mountains high.

Now from a window that was nigh, The Lady she made this reply, I pray let reason now take place, Before you do our sex disgrace.

Now hold your tongue you cruel man, For if you sent letters I ne’er got one, If the fault be great, love, ’tis not mine' So don’t speak so hard of poor woman-kind.'

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THE RAPTURE.

W H E N on thy dear bosom lying, Celia, who can speak thy bliss ? Who the rapture I’m enjoying, when thy balmly lips I kiss ?