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 My roving fancy dar'd to mock

the raging storms of ocean;

Thus braving fear, my mind became

well sheath'd with emulation;

Tight rigg'd on board the good ship Fame,

I took an ear y station,

Nor dream'd, when thus I went to sea

that after ha d enduri g,

It would so hap that Tom wou'd be

laid up in Greenwich moorings.

From boy to man, from c imeclime [sic] to c imeclime [sic],

in quest of g oryglory [sic] roaming,

Weather'd oft and many a time

rough gales and billows foaming:

Where ihtenings flash and thunders jar,

and fever d s asseas [sic] are rolling:

Where mermaids smile in liquid car,

'midst dread tornadoes how ing,

Still Hawser's heart was rigg'd with glee,

in spite of past end ri gs:

Nor harbour'd e'er a thought that he

should lie in Greenwich moorings.

Whate'er I ear 'd by sweat of brow,

was squander'd soon in folly

Nor one refl ction did bestow,

except on lovely Molly.

But tho' ove's com ass still my heart

to Molly’s charms direct d,

In ’er from duty did depart

n r B itain's fame neglected.

When gold grew scant, I went to sea,

and left her fond assurings;

Nor thought my batter'd hull should be

laid up in Greenwich moorings.