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 The time bound ftraight for Portugal,

K ight fore and aft we bore ; And as we made Cape Ortegal

A gale blew off the fhore ; She lay, fo it did /hock her,

A log upon the main, Till, fav'd from Davy's locker,

We put to fea again.

Next in a frigate failing,

Upon a fqually night, Thunder and lightening hailing

The horrors of the fight ; My precious limb was lopp'd off,

I, when they'd eas'd my pain, Thank'd God I was not popp'd oft^

And went to Tea again.

Yet fllll I am enabled

To bring up in life's rear, Altho' I'm quite difabled,

And lie in Greenwich tier; The King, God blefs his royalty,

Has fav'd me from the main ; I'll praife with love and loyalty,

But ne'er to fea again.

��THE VICAR AND MOSES.

jnpiHERE was once. it was faid, when, 'tis out of JL my head ;

Aye, and where to yet true is my taJe ; That a round-belly'd Vicar bepimpled with liquor, Could flick to no* text like good ale.

Tol de rol, lol de rol, &c. K He

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