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 and forgetful of toil that so hardly they bore; That "Sailors at sea earn their money horses, "to squander it idly like asses ashore" Such lubbers their jaw would coil up, could t eythey [sic] measure by their feeling the gen'rous delight without end, That gives birth in  to that truest of pleasure, the handing our  to succour a friends,

Why, what's all this nonsense they talks of add pother, all about rights of men, what a plague are they at? If they means that each man to his messma e'smessmate's [sic] a brother, why the lubberly swabs! every can tell that. The rights of uus [sic] Britons, we knows to be loyal, in our country’s defence our last moments to spend: To fight up to the ears to protect the blood royal, To be true to our wives—and to succour a friend.





I'VE been long in love with a demsel hard by. She has a pig in the stable, and a horse in the sty; Her c e kcheeks [sic] are as red as the sun in the night, Her eyes shine as bright as the moon in day-light. With a A pretty black girl for me.

It would charm you to see her at church or at mill, Where she trips it so nimbly you'd swear she stood still, At milking her cow too the wor'd must agree, She looks just like Vulcan ris'n out of the sea, With a balinamona Ore, &c.

As I sit by her side I'm scarce able to stand, And call her my bride by a squeeze of the hand; The match is concluded, I'd take her for life,