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So the l\veet lark, high poif M in air,

Siiuts clofe his pinions to his breaft, If chance his note's (brill voice he 1.

And drops at once into her neft ; The nobleft captain in the Britiih fleet, Might envy William's lips thofe Rifles fweet.

O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear !

My vows (halt ever true remain, Let me wipe off that falling tear;

We only part to meet again. Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart fliall be The faithful compafs 1 that ftill points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen fay,

Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind ;

They'll tell thee failors when away, In every port a miftrefs find :

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell th^p fo,

For thou art prefent wherefoe'er 1 go.

If to fair India's coaft we fail,

Thine eyes are feen in di'monds bright ;

Thy breath is Afric's fpicy gale } Thy fkin is ivory fo white :

Thusev'ry beauteous obje& that I view,

Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue.

Tho' battle calls me from thy arms,

Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Tho' cannons roar, yet fafe from harms,

William fliall to his dear return : Love turns away the balls that round me fly, Left precious tears fhould drop from Sum> eye.

The boatfwain gave the dreadful word, The fails their fuelling bofom fpread ;

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