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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

HEN I was once in Baltimore

A man came up to me and cried,

Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,

And we will sail on Tuesday's tide.

"If you will sail with me, young man,

I'll pay you fifty shillings down;

These eighteen hundred sheep I take

From Baltimore to Glasgow town."

He paid me fifty shillings down,

I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;

We soon had cleared the harbour's mouth,

We soon were in the salt sea deep.

The first night we were out at sea

Those sheep were quiet in their mind;

The second night they cried with fear—

They smelt no pastures in the wind.

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