All in the Downs.
All in the Dowrs the fleet lay moor’d, the flreamers waving in the wind, When black-ey'd Sufan came on board. Oh! where fhall my true-love find ? Tell me yejovial Sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet Wiiiiam fail among your crew?
William, then high upon the yard, rock'd with the billons to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, he sigh'd and caft his eyes below, The cold glid sfwiftly thr'o his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he ftands.
So the fweet lark high pois'd in air, fhuts clofe his pin ons on his bresft. If chance his mate fhrill cry he'll hear,| and drops at once into her neft The e n b el captain in the Britifh fleet, Might env ed Willam's lips thofe kifses fweet,
0 Sufan, Sufan. lovely dear, my vows fhall ever true remain. Let me kifs off that failing tear, we only part to meet-again: Change as ye lift ye wirds, my heart fhall be The faitful compafs that ftill points to thee.
