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[ 4 ] go to church as grave’s a judge,

where many an honest wife I see,

Sit smiling by their husbands side,

who once has made as free with me.

Now with some blooming fair I’ll wed,

who has wit and beauty in great store;

If she proves kind to please my mind,

I’ll never be a rover more.

Lalta, la, tuvel, larel, &c.



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Bell’s unhappy Voyage.

E loosed from the Downs,

out of fair London town,

And then we had pleasant fine weather,

For two days or three we had a fine sea,

And our good ship we wrought with pleasure.

There rose a fog, and our vessel did log,

You could scarce discern her mizen,

But to our surprise a storm did arise,

And the billows did foam thro’ the ocean.

As we past by Wales with close-reef sails.

And the point of land kept under,

The wind & sleet, with light’ning did meet,

With tremendous loud claps of thunder,

All things we made fast to stand the sad blast,

The pilot stood close by the helm;

Captain, pilot & mate on their stations wait,

But still the proud waves were a-swelling.