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But the devil a word that he told me was true, or tho'one went before and the other behind Sir, hey ſet of cheek-by-jowl, at the very ſame time, Sir, that day at night we fet out by moonſhine Sir, All alone by myſelf ſinging Langolee.

long life to the moon for a brave noble crcature, That ſerves us with lamp light each uight, in the dark, hile the fun only ſhines in the day, which by nature Needs no light at all, as you all may remark, it as for the moon-By my ſhoul, I'll be bound Sir, would ſave the whole nation a great many pounds, Sir, in ſubſcribe for to light her up all the year round, Sir, Oh I'll never ſing more about Langolee.

The Galley Slave

! think on my fate! once I freedom enjo'd, was as happy as happy could be, at pleasure is fled! even hope is destroy'd, a captive, alas! on the sea. was ta'en by the foe, 'twas the flat of Fate to tear me from her I adore, Then thought brings to mind my once happy estate, I sigh! while I tug at the oar.

rd, hard is my fate! oh how galling my chain; my life's steer'd by misery's chart, d though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain, tears gush forth to ease my full heart;