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( 2 ) JEANY DIVER.

EANY Diver is my name, From Dublin town I lately came, It was my wit and nimble hand, That caus'd me for to leave Ireland. O rare Jeany Diver, O rare Jeany O.

To Old England I took my way, That pleaſant country to ſurvey, No Lady more eſteem'd than I, A Batchelor I'll live and die. O rare, &c.

Their taverns then I made to ſhine, With porter, punch, cyder and wine, Their Engliſh gold was my delight, In rural pleaſures to spend the night. O, &c.

The firſt man that I did meet, Was a Captain of the fleet, Who vow'd he lov'd me as his ſoul, But ſoon I bit him of his gold. O rare, &c.

As I walked up the ſtreet, With a poor taylor I did meet, I ſearch'd his pockets and I found, His ſciſſers, thimble, and half a crown. &c.

His louſy trifle I did diſdain, I gave him back his goods again, I'll ne'er ſpunge a taylor if I can, I'll rather ten times ſpunge a man. O, &c.