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 ( 5 ) I'll! give, cry'd littie Jack, my Poll, failing in comtly ftate, Top ga’nt-fails fet, fhe is fo all, fhe looks like a firft-rate fhe looks,&c. Ah! would fhe take her jack in tow, a voyage in life throughout, No better birth I'd wifh to know: then pufh the grog about, then pufh, &c,

I'll give, cry’d I, my charming Nan, trim, handfome ,neat, and tight, With joy, fo neat a fhip to man ! oh! fhe’s my heart’s delight, oh &c. So well! fhe bears the ftorm of life, I’d fail the world throughout. Brave ev’ry toil for fuch a wife, then pufh the grog about. then pufh, &c.

Thus to deferibe Poll, Peg, or Nan, each his beft manner tried, Till fummon’d by the empty cann, they to their hammocks hied : they, &c. Yet ftill did they their vigils keep, though the huge cann was out; For in foft vifion’s gentle deep, fill pufh’d the grog about fill, &c.

BUXOMNAN. THe wind was hufh’d, the ftorm was over, unfurl's was e--very flowing fail, From toil releas’d, when Dick of Dover, went with bis mefs-mates to regale.