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 Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn: Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return: Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.

The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay on board: They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head; Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land: Adieu! she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.