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 1 NAVAL SONGS. THE SAHE'S' NOTION. Poor Savage compared a lost friend to the eye, When losing, by accident, t'other Soon wept itself blind, thus poor Bob would descry The duty friends owe to each other; Now he may be right, yet as I think he's wrong: I'll tell ye dear messmates, my notion, Though, perhaps, 'twould do better in prose than in song, Were not we jolly tars from he oceau, 80 my notion is this, a true lad being dead, Who through life acts the man we first find him, Leaving grief to the women, a tear or two shed, 'Tie to cherish the wife left behind him. Sam Tempest, you know, when he saw his Poll weep, Thought as how as her heart was a-breaking: But scarce had the tar been three nights on the deep, When Miss Pull her fond Sam was forsaking, 8o 'tisn't the tears your fine feelings may shed, Which prove that a mn does his duty, Like preaching advice, when a shipmate wants brcad, 8ueh fellows glv all but their boot F. 8o my notion's this, &e. For what the wor!l 'kndness aad tenderness call, Are but the false c(lors to pity; She's an angel; but those, why they*re nothing at all But shoals to betray the unwitty. A true friend, my lads, like the oak in our ship, Should be me!low'd by age to prove steady; Then, too tough to warp, if luck gives you the sllp, To serve you he'll ever prove ready, So my notion'e this, such a one being dead, Who through.life, &c.

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