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 7 ve tied a mast to her main sail, and tow'd her away for a prize.

Our skip then she landed at Dublin, the crew went to find out their wives, They tied up their legs in a napkins, and ran away wanting their lives. Your servant, I landed quite sober, and scarcely could open my mouth, went into a toy shop in London, and eat a whole rabbit for drouth.

'm sure you may hear that I'm wounded, and see how dejected I cry, wander all night upon horseback, without e'er a leg or an eye. But now I'm so plenty of money, to I'm forc'd for to beg up and down, And if you can't give me a shilling, I'll just be content with a crown.

o now I go begging, good people and when you have nothing to give I'll die and be buried in Ireland, and then I'll give over to live. And when I am laid in my coffin, You may scratch on my lid with your knife Here lies an adventrous seaman who ne'er was on board in his life,

THE BANISHED SOLDIER. FAREWEL, my dear Polly, I am going Where I ne'er shall see you any more; Think on the dangers in crossing the ocean While you stay at home on the shore.