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( 6 ) No ſooner ſhe ſpoke, than Trinkilot call, all hands aloſt did rattle; Jack, with a frown, cries, ſet off, dear Mall, this is no time to prattle:

Get into the boat, the ſhip is away; Molly-crept ſlowly over; At ev’ry ſtep, the cries, day! day! deep ſighs did her fear diſcover.

Now, afar off, with wat’ry eyes, ſhe ſaw the ſhip a ſailing: Eager the looks, and this ſhe cries, ſpeech o'er her thoughts prevailing.

Ha! he is gone! gone is my dear! gone is my heart’s deſire! O! may the bullets miſs my dear Jack, that is all I require.

CHARMING CELIA.

O charming Celia’s arms I flew, and there all night I feaſted; No creature ſuch tranſports ever knew, no mortal ever taſted

Loſt in the ſweet tumultuous joy, and pleas’d beyond expreſſing; How can your ſlave, my fair, ſaid I, reward ſo great a bleſſing?