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 [7] And wen you're on the raging main, Think on your Molly dear, Conſtant I'll be as the turtle dove, No reaſon you have to fear; Hoiſt up your fails, puſh back your oars, And turn to your Molly's arms once more. ༣ གཙུerཅིག་ཉིད་ཀྱི་ཕྱོགས་ཀྱི་གཅུ$ ཀྱིས་ཉིན་

THE ANSWER. LASt Sunday morning we went to ſea, With a ſweet and pleaſant gale, Ty lovely Molly's white and red Was turn'd to deadly pale, ut if fortune ſend me ſafe on ſhore, I cheriſh Molly's heart once more. Fal la, &c. e has a long and ſlender waiſt, Her breaſt's as white as ſnow, has a kind and an'rous look, And her mind with wit doth flow, 's in her humour frank and free, fings with a ſweet melody. en we were on the raging main, rinking good wine and beer, other times with a bowl of puucli ur ſailor's hearts to cheer; one of theſe ſo pleaſes me, hen in my Molly's company.