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 The widow promiſe it is large Why ſhould we thus complain, For Providence will find a way Poor widows to maintain

God bleſs all jovial ſailors bold, That plows the raging main For what they gain upon the ſea Thro' the cold wind and rain. A part of it they do beſtow, Poor widows to maintain. May health and wealth may they increaſe With bleſſing manifold, May heaven regard and ſtill reward All jolly ſailors bold.

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Now Edinbro' I'm gawn to leave, And thee, my bonnie dear, Jeſſie, A while a-tween us now maun roar, A tumbling, ſwelling ſea, laſſie. But when frae thee, my bonny fair, For deareſt love I hae, Jeſſie, l'll think on thee, when far awa, O thou fae bonnie gay laſſie.