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Propp'd with a wooden peg,
Poll I thought would bid me pack;
So I was forc'd dy'e see, to beg,
And 'twas-Pray remember Jack.
I ax'd, as folks hove by,
And shew'd my wooden pin;
Young girls would sometimes sigh,
And gaping lubbers grin.
In vain I'd often bawl,
My hopes were ta'en aback,
And my share of copper small;
So pray remember Jack.
One day, my lockers bare,
And tugs all tatter'd grown,
I twigg'd a pinnace fair,
Well rigg'd a bearing down.
'Twas Poll-she look'd so spruce:
"What thus;" says she, "come back!"
My tongue forgot its use,
And pray remember Jack.
What matters much to prate,
She'd shiners sav'd a few;
Soon I became her mate:
Wa'nt, Poll a sweetheart true?
Then a friend I sarv'd before,
From a long voyage trips back:
Shar'd I with his gold galore,
For he well remember'd Jack
