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 Johnny dropp'd his hand with fpced,

And he kifs'd me fweetly ; Yes, he truly did indeed,

Oh, he did it neatly : Still he cry'd, come let us woo

No, fays 1 I can't, fir, Then fays he, I'll gang with you

No, fays I you (han't, fir.

Come, my dear, be kind fays he Soothe a lovers forrow ;

And to the church repair with me,

Bonny lafs, to morrow :

Say you will, and cafe my woe- No, %s I I can't, fir.

Then, Cud he, to war 111 go No, fays I you flian't, fir.

��THE SEAMAN'S HOME.

YOU, whofe lives on land are pafs'd,

And keep from dangerous feas j Who carelefs u'ften to the biaft

Orber.tin^, rain upon thereof; You little heed how feamen fare Condemn'd the angry itorm to bear.

Sometimes, while breakers vex the tide,

Ht taV-s his ftarj^n on the d< And now lufh'do'er ;

H^- Yet, .n ioain,

The ocean ii his on! v home !

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