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 Propp'd with a wooden peg,

Poll I thought would bid me pack;

So I was forc'd dy'e see, to beg,

And 'twas-Pray remember Jack.

I ax'd, as folks hove by,

And shew'd my wooden pin;

Young girls would sometimes sigh,

And gaping lubbers grin.

In vain I'd often bawl,

My hopes were ta'en aback,

And my share of copper small;

So pray remember Jack.

One day, my lockers bare,

And tugs all tatter'd grown,

I twigg'd a pinnace fair,

Well rigg'd a bearing down.

'Twas Poll-she look'd so spruce:

"What thus;" says she, "come back!"

My tongue forgot its use,

And pray remember Jack.

What matters much to prate,

She'd shiners sav'd a few;

Soon I became her mate:

Wa'nt, Poll a sweetheart true?

Then a friend I sarv'd before,

From a long voyage trips back:

Shar'd I with his gold galore,

For he well remember'd Jack