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��THE SAILOR'S RETURN.

��fTT^HE bufy crew their fails unbending, JL The (hip in harbour fife arriv'd ; Jack Oakum, all hisperii

Had made the port where Kitiy liv'd.

His rigging no one dare attack it, Tight fore and aft, above, below :

Long quarter'd fhoes, check ftiirt, bluejacket, And trowfers like the driven fnow.

His honeft heart with pleafure glowing, He flew like iight'ning to the fide :

Scarce had they been a boat's length rowing, Before his Kitty he efpy'd.

��A flowing pendant gaily flutter'd From her neat made hat of draw ;

Red was her cheek when firft Ihe utter'd, It was her failor that fhe faw.

��And now the gazing crew furrcund her, While fecure from all alarms ;

Swift as a ball from a nine-pounder, They dart into each other's arms.

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