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 ( 5 ) Will it up about ſhip wheel it, no Cloſe to the lips the brimmer join; Where's the tempeſt now? who feels it ? None-our danger's drown'd in wine.

The Wat'ry Grave WOULD you hear a ſad ſtory of woe, That tears from a ſtone might provoke, Tis concerning a ta you muſt know, As honeſt as e'er bulcuit broke. His name was Ben Block, of all men The moſt trus, the moſt kind, the moſt brave, But harſh treated by fortune, for Ben In his prime found a wat’ry grave. His place no one over knew more, His heart was all kindneſs and love ; Cho' on duty an eagle he'd ſoar, His nature had moſt of the dove. He lov'd a fait maid named Kc; His father, to intereſt a ſlave, sent him far from love, wh re hard fate Plung'd him deep in the wai'ry grave