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4 Shall call a guardian angel down To watch me in the battle.

My ſafety thy fair truth ſhall be, As ſheild and buckler ſerving; My life ſhall be more dear to me, Becauſe of thy preſerving Let peril come; let horror threat; Let thundering cannons rattle; I fearleſs ſeek the conflict's heat, Aſſun'd when on the wings, &c.

Enough with that benignant ſmile, Some kindred god inſpir’d thee, Who ſaw thy boſom void of guile, Who wonder'd and admir’d thee. I go aſſur’d my life adieu. The thund'ring cannons rattle; Tho' murd'ring carnage walk in view; When on the wings of thy dear love, To heaven above, &c.

What a Beau my Granny was.

The Ladies all can best approve, the strict attention of my love. Though I decry their frippery the ton the fashions oft did try, In days of old my Gunny told, the dress of every lad and lass. But you shall know before I go, O what a beau my Granny was,