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 Full fifteen days in open boat,

forlorn and I loft to joy,

O’er Ocean’s baom doom' to float,

was the Poor Sailor Boy.

Firft for our King and laws we fight,

next for our trade and beauty;

Thofe to protect is our delight,

our pride, our boat, and duty,

Then now relieve a haples Nar,

nor pity’s claim' detroy:

Thus wreck’d, be you a friendly tar.

to the poor Sailor Boy.

Mufes nine ait my quill,

with eloquence and penetration,

And I’ll aay for to reveal

my orrows great in this narration.

A Lady fair I did regard

with ardent love and great affection,

Her modet grace my heart innar’d,

as you’ll oberve in this reflection.