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 ( 2 ) The FRIG ATE WELLMANN'D. IT blows a freſh and a pleaſant gale, into the South, near to the Strand; I met a Frigate under fail; still the wanted to be mann'd. With ſwelling fails and ſtreamers ſprend, fweetly in the wind her courſe did ſteer, She fail'd without wind, line, or lead, into the Weſtern Port the bore. Luſtead of having canvas wings, her fails were of the faucis fine; Her robes were ſilk, her bolts gold rings, she strove fair Flora to outſhine. I did ſalute her with a gun, and oftenfioes she did the like: She vanised like the Riting Sun, and in der pomp was four to ſtrike. O dien I boardet her ſtuwighway, and go her quarter-deck came : She ligh'd, and ſaid, Be civil, Sir, and I will let you know my vine, My naine it is the Virgin Deye, I'm iately come from Plymouth towa; Aly loar'ing is de Charras of Love Tv and I am for felir Venus bound,