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Ah ! who but thyfelf, faid I, haft thou to blame, Wives loiing their huibands oft lofe a good name ;

Ah ! why did I roam,

When fo happy at home ;

I cou'd fow and cou'd reap, Ere I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep,

When fo 1 weedy the horn

Call'd me up in the morn ; Curfe light upon the carpenter and the inconftant

wind, That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.

Why if that be the cafe, faid this very fame friend,

And you ben't no more minded to roam, Gi's a (hake by the fift, all your care's at an end,

Dad's alive, and your wife's fafeat home. Stark flaring with joy, I leap'd out of my fkin, JBufs'd my wife, mother, fifter, and all of my km ;

Now, cried I, let them roam

W T ho want a good home,

I am well, fo I'll keep, Nor again leave my plough to go ploughing the deep ;

Once more fhall the horn

Call me up in the morn, Nor (hall any damn'd carpenter nor the inconftant

wind, E'er tempt me for to go and leave my dear behind

��YEO, YEA.

TT^OWN top-gallants ftand by your Ice braces, JL^ For now we have weather'd the lea ; Would you, lads, fee the girls pretty faces, Safe moor'd at anchor, Yeo, Yea.

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