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An abbey-tow'r, an harbour-fort,
 * Or beacon, to the vessel true:
 * While oft the lead the seaman flung,
 * And to the Pilot cheer'ly sung,

"By the mark SEVEN!"

And, as the much-lov'd shore we near,
 * With transport we behold the roof,

Where dwelt a friend, or partner dear,
 * Of faith and love a matchless proof!
 * The lead once more the seaman flung,
 * And to the watchful Pilot sung,

"Quarter less FIVE!"

Now to her birth the ship draws nigh,
 * With slacken'd sail she feels the tide;

Stand clear the cable" is the cry,
 * The anchor's gone, we safely ride.
 * The watch is set, and through the night,
 * We hear the seamen with delight,

Proclaim—" ALL'S WELL!"

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
 * The streamers waving in the wind,

When Black-ey'd Susan came on board,
 * "Oh! where shall I my true love find?