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 And forc'd me from your breaſt amain,

into ſome foreign nation.

My reputation they diſdain'd,

their might I could not hinder,

Which caus'd me to be preſs'd away,

and ſent aboard the tender.

Peggy, my jewel, do not grieve,

ſuppoſe I muſt retire,

Since I'm oblig'd to go to ſea,

it's you I do admire.

When I'm upon the raging ſea,

and in the midſt of ſtrangers,

The thoughts of you my deareſt dear,

will help me out of dangers.



Y jewel's gone to range the ſeas,

to plow the bluft'ring ocean;

May the God of Fortune on him ſmile,

ſend him honour and promotion.

No rain, or hail, or light'nings fly,

nor roaring claps of thunder,

Nor ſwelling billows loudly baul,

my darling to cauſe wonder.

Great Alexander, God of war,

tenderly ſmile upon him;

Let no diſappointment attend my dear;

ſend him honour and promote him.

May not my jewel be diſmay'd,

with cruel wars alarms,