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 THE MERRY SAILOR.

O\V pleafant a Tailor's life pafles,

Who roams o'er the wat'ry main, No treafure he ever amafles,

But cheerfully fpends all his gain. We're {hangers to party and foftion,

To honour and honefty true ; And would not commit a bafe a&ion, For power and profit in view.

Then why (hould we quarrel for riches,

Or any fuch glittering toys ? A light heart and a thin pair of breeches,

Goes through the world my brave boyr,.

The world is a plentiful garden,

Enrich'd with the blellings of life, The toiler with plenty revvan'i

But pienty too often bre When terrible tempefts aflaiJ in,

And mountainous billows affright, No grandeur or wealth can avail us,

Buc fkiilui induftry (leers right.

Then why mould we quarrel, &c. f The courtier's more fubjecl: to dangers,

Who rules at the helm of ftate, Than we, who to politics ftrai

Efcape the fnares laid for the gi cat : The various blellings> of nature,

In various ftations we try, No mortals on earth can be greater,

Who merrily live till wt

Then why fhould we ouarrel, &c. M ' THE

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