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 ( 4 ) And come my my faithful lodger lad, thou’rt welcome to it dearly.

For gold the merchant plows the main; the farmer plows the manor ; But glory is the fodger’s prize. the fodger’s wealth is honour: The brave poor fodger ne'er defpite, nor count him as a ftranger: Remember he’s his country's ftay, in day and hour of danger.

SATURDAYS NIGHT AT SEA

'T Was Saturday night, the twinkling ftars, fhone in the rippling fea : No duty call'd the jo---vial fars, the helm was lafh’d a---lee the helm, &c. The am---ple cann adorn’d the board, prepar'd to fee it out, Each gave the Lafs that he a---dor’d, and pufh’d the grog a---bout, and pufh’d the grog a---bout.

Cry’d honeft Pom, my Peg I’ll toaft, a Frigate neat and trim. All jolly Portfmouth’s favourite boaft ; Td venture life and limb. I'd, &c.

Sail for feven years and ne’er fee land, with dauntlefs heart and stout, So tight a veffel to command : then pufh the grog about. then, &e.