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Now all you on down beds fporting,

Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms, Freih enjoyments, wanton courting,

Safe from all but love's alarms : Round us roars the tempeft wider,

Think what fear our mind enthrals, Harder yet, it yet blows harder,

Now a^ain the boatfwain calls.

The topfail -yards point to the wind, boys,

See all clear to reef each courfe, Let the forefheets go, don't mind, boys,

Tho' the weather fhou'd be worfe : Fore and aft the fpritfail y<*rd get,

Reef the mizen, fee all clear, Hands up, each preventer brace fet,

Man the fore-yard, cheer Ltds, cheer.

Now the dreadful thunder's roaring,

Peal on peal contending clafh, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,

In our eyes blue lightnings flalh : One wide water all around us,

All above us one black fkv, Different deaths at once furround us,

Hark ! what means that dreadful cry ?

The foremaft's gone ! cries every tongue out,

O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck,' A leak beneath the cheft-trees fprung out,

Call all hands to clear the wreck. " Quick, the landyard, cut to pieces,

Come my hearts be flout and bold, Plumb the well, the leak increafes,

Four feet water's m the hold.

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