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( 8 ) Since Emma is true as she's fair, my grief I fling all to the wind, 'Tis a pleasant return for my care, my mistress is constant and kind.

My sails are fill'd to my dear, what tropic bird swiftly can move, Who cruel shall hold his career, that returns to the nest of his love,

Hoist every sail to the breeze, come shipmates and join in the song, Let's drink while the ship cuts the sea. to the gale that may drive her along.



Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.