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 5 William, who high upon the yard, Rock’d with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well known voice he heard, He sigh’d and cast his eyes below, The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest: The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William’s lips those kisses sweet.

O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear, We only part to meet again: Change as ye list; ye winds, my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They’ll tell thee, sailors, when away, In ev’ry port a mistress find; Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so. For thou art present whereso’er I go.

If to far India's coast we sail,