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 BLOW HIGH, BLOW LOW.

��LOW high, blow low, let tempefts tear

The main-mad by the board, My heart with thoughts of tiiee, my dear,

And love weil-ftor'd, Shall brave all danger, fcorn all fear, The roaring winds, the raging fea, In hopes on fliore, To be once more Safe moor'd with thee.

��Aloft, whilft mountains high we go,

The whiflling winds that feud along, And the furge roaring from below, Shall my fignal be To think on thee, And this mail be my fong,

Blow high, blow low, Sec.

��And on thafe night when all the crew The mem'ry of their former lives,

O'er flowing cans of flip, rene\v,

And drink their fweethearts and their wives ;

I'll heave a figh, and think on thee,

And as the fhip rolls on the fea,

The burthen of my fong fliall be, Blow high, blow low, &c.

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