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" For," fays he, "d'ye mind me let ftorms e'er io oft

Take the top-lifts of failors a-back, There's a fweet little cherub fits perch'd up aloft

To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack.

I faid to our Poll (for you fee {he would cry),

When laft we weigh 'd anchor for fea,
 * ' What argufies fniv'ling and piping your eye ?

Why, what a damn'd fool you muft be ! Can't you fee the world's wide, and there's room for - us all,

Both for feamen and lubbers alhore ; And if to old Davy I ihould go, my dear Poll,

Why, you never will hear of me more ! What then ? all's a hazard come don't be io foft

Perhaps I may laughing come baek : For, d'ye fee, there's a cherub fits fmiling aloft,

To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack."

��D'ye mind me, a failor Ihould be every inch

All as one as a piece of the Ihip, And with her brave the world, without offering to flinch,

From the moment the anchor's a-trip; As to me in all weathers, all times, fides and ends,

Nought's a trouble from duty that fprings My heart is my Poll's and my rhino my friend's,

And as for my life 'tis my King's ! 'E'en when my time comes, ne'er believe me fo foft

As with grief to be taken aback That fame little cherub that fits up aloft

Will look out a good birth forPoor Jack."

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