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 But as for wicked ſailors,

who whore and drink ſo faſt,

Who never want for Punk and Punch

as long as money laſt:

Old Beelzebub their Boatſwain,

will have them at his call,

And in his brimſtone fiery lake,

theſe ſinners will keelhaul.

Chor. Whilſt the merry, &c.

The Merchant and Stock-jobber,

will there find little eaſe,

For turning public Robber,

and plundering on the ſeas:

The Miſer and Pawn-broker,

of Pluto's ſlaves the worſt,

Are juſtly rang'd in order,

to be for ever curſt.

Chor. Whilſt the merry, &c.

But as for wicked Players,

that ſtrole from place to place,

With very little money,

and full as little grace;

Old Lucifer their Prompter,

will ſhew them a fine ſhow,

And make them act their parts again,

on his dark ſtage below.

Chor. Whilſt the merry, &c.

Then he who would be happy ſtill,

muſt this advice embrace;

(Which lead men unto Sion's hill,

among the Holy Race,)