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8 Then ask each shepherd that you meet; If dear Susanna's fair

Say will the vulture quit his prey, and warble through the grove! Bid wanton linnets quit the spray; then doubt thy shepherds love.

The spoils of war let heroes share, let pride and splendor shine; Ye bards unenvy'd laurels wear, be fair Susanna mine.

The Sailor's Return.

Behold, from many a hoſtile ſhore, and all the dangers of the main, Where mount, and tempeſts roar, your faithful return again; Returns, and with him brings a heart, That ne'er from Sally ſhall depart.

After long toils and troubles paſt, how sweet to tread our native ſoil, With conqueſt to return at laſt, and deck our sweet hearts with the ſpoil, No one to beauty should pretend, But ſuch as dare it's rights dafend,