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 My deareſt dear you have no cauſe to fear,

the hardſhips of any woman's caſe,

There's Providence all on the raging main,

in battle we’re as ſafe as here at eaſe.

For in Hymen's bands, thus far from lands,

perhaps may land a voting virgin's friend:

But let me die, I had rather thee than I,

I ſhou’d like to tell the ſtory of their ends.

My deareſt dear, you need not to entertain,

the hardſhips that we go through on board;

Your tender pallat it will not be pleafed,

our ſhip it ſeldom dainties does afford.

We watch our guard, our lodging’s hard,

we are debarr’d of beds of down:

For the raging ſea is not a place of eaſe,

it is only fit for heroes of renown.

With kiſſes ſweet and ſolemn vows I’ll make,

to you who are my turtle dove;

I’ll venture for my King and Country’s fake,

much rather yet than ſtay with you my love.

So farewel your charms, theſe loud alarms,

thoſe warlike alarms call me away;

Farewel, adieu, thoſe charms I will renew,

when I return, but now I cannot ſtay.

Oung Jocky he courted ſweet Maggy the fair,

The laſs ſhe was lovely, the ſweet debonair;

They hugg’d, & they cuddl’d, & tarlk’d with their eyes,

And look’d, as all lovers do, wonderful wife.

A fortnight was ſpent e’er dear Maggy came too,

For maidens a decency keep when they woo,

At length ſhe conſented, and made him a vow,

And Jockey he gave, for her jointer, his cow.