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She me forsook for a great Duke, And to endless care has left me, Oh! A star and garter have more art Than youth, a true and faithful heart; For empty titles we must part, And for glitt'ring show she's left me, Oh!

No cruel fair shall ever move My injur'd heart again to love; Thro' distant climates I must rove, Since Jeanie she has left me, Oh! Ye pow'rs above! I to your care Commit my lovely charming fair; Your choicest blessings on her share, Though she's for ever left me, Oh!

For England when, with fav'ring gale,
 * Our gallant ship up channel steer'd,

And, scudding under easy sail,
 * The high blue western land appear'd;
 * To heave the lead the seaman sprung,
 * And to the Pilot cheer'ly sung,

"By the deep NINE!" And, bearing up to gain the port,
 * Some well-known object kept in view;