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( 4 ) And then your Lordſhip ſoon may ſing, I care for nobody.

JAMIE OUT AT SEA.

HE ſummer breeſes farm’d the ſea, and wav’d the fragrant bow’r; When Mary figh’d for Jamie dear, each long and tedious hour: Oft o’er }on fertile hill and grove, ſhe wept her ſorrows free; For Jamie was her only love, and he was out at ſea.

The bluſhing roſe adorn’d her face, with more than wonted charms; And beauty ſmil'd with heavn'ly grace, ſuch as the ſoul diſarms; Yet, ah! in vain her boſom ſtrove, from danger to be free; For Jamie was her own true love, and he was out at ſea.

Thus twelve long months had paſs'd away, when from her cot ſhe ſtray’d; She met her bonny ſailor gay, returning to his maid : The tears of joy and pleaſure flow’d, her love once more to ſee; And from that hour young Jamie vow’d, he’d ne’er return to ſea.