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Believe not what the landsmen say.
With doubts they'll fill your constant mind,
They'll tell that sailors, when gone away.
In every port a mistress find
Believe them not whene'er they tell you so,
For thou art present for thou art present, where
e'er I go.
If to fair India's coast we sail.
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breasts are like Africa's spices small,
Thy skin as evory white,
Those ev'ry beauteous obj ct that I veiw,
Wakes in my soul wakes in my soul, some charms
of lovely Sue.
Though battle call me from thy arms,
William shall to his dear return,
Though cannons roar yet safe from harm,
My pretty Susan do not mourn,
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Least precious tears, least precious tears should
drop from Susans eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadfull.
The sails their swelling bosoms spread,
No longer must she stay on board,
They kiss'd; she sigh'd, and hung her head,
The list'ning boat unwilling rows to land,
Adieu she cried, adieu she cried, and wav'd her
lilly hand.
PART. II.
AS through a grove I took my way,
