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[ 6 ] The leak we’ve found, it cannot pour fat,

we’ve lighten’d her a foot or more;

Then up and rig a jury foremat,

he's tight, he’s tight, boys, we’re off shore.

Now, one, more, on joys we’re thinking,

ince kind fortune av’d our lives:

Come, the cann boys, let’s be drinking,

to our weet-hearts, and our wives.

Fill it up, about hip wheel it,

cloe to the lips the brimmer join.

Where’s the tempet now? who feels it,

none;—our danger’s drown’d in wine.



 THE CAMBRIDGE TENDER.

ARD was my lot to be diplay’d,

by Cupid’s cruel arrow;

Since I’m oblig’d to go to sea,

I go in grief and orrow.

Now from your arms I mut away,

Peggy take my heart in keeping,

May the Pow’rs above protect my love,

till our next happy meeting.

Fale information, my dear jewel,

proved our eparation;

And forc'd me from your breat amain,

into ome foreign nation.