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Rh I think I spy a sail to windward, come bearing down for some relief, These very words when I did hear, O they did quickly banish grief; Captain and men in one connection, all sorts of food deny’d us not. And by this great and friendly action, safe into Lisbon harbour got.

The hearth was clean, the fire-side clear, the kettle on for tea; Ranger was in his elbow chair, as bless’d as man can be.

Clarinda, who his heart possess’d, and was his new made bride, With head elate upon his breast, sat foying by his side.

Stretch’d at his feet, in happy state; a favourite dog was laid; By whom a little sportive cat. in wanton humour play’d.

Clarinda’s hand he gently press’d, he stole an amorous kiss And blushing modesty confess’d the fulness of her bliss.

Be this eternity, he cry’d,