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When deep immerf 'd in fulph'rous fmoke,

He feels a glowing pleafure ; He loads his gun, or cracks his joke,

Elated beyond meafurc : Though fore and aft the blood-ftain'd deck

Should lifelefs trunks appear,- Or fliould the vefi'el. float a wreck,

The failor knows no fear.

Then oh ! protect. &c.

When long becalm'd on Southern brine.

Where icorching beams aflkil him ; When all the canvas hangs fupine,

And food and water fail him : Then oft he dreams of Britain's {bore,

Where plenty ftill is reigning ; They call the watch his rapture's o'er,

He ilghs but Icorns complaining.

Then oh! protect, &c

Or burning on that noxious coaft,

Where death fo oft befriends him ; Or pinch'd by hoary Greenland's froft,

True courage ftill attends him : No clime can this eradicate,

He glories in annoyance ; He fearlefs braves the ftorms or fate,

And bids grim death defiance.

Then oh ! protect, &c.

Why mould the man who knows no fear,

In peace be then neglected ? Behold him moving 'long the piers,

Pale, meagre, and dejected :

Behold

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