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go to church as grave’s a judge,
where many an honest wife I see,
Sit smiling by their husbands side,
who once has made as free with me.
Now with some blooming fair I’ll wed,
who has wit and beauty in great store;
If she proves kind to please my mind,
I’ll never be a rover more.
Lalta, la, tuvel, larel, &c.
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Bell’s unhappy Voyage.
WE loosed from the Downs,
out of fair London town,
And then we had pleasant fine weather,
For two days or three we had a fine sea,
And our good ship we wrought with pleasure.
There rose a fog, and our vessel did log,
You could scarce discern her mizen,
But to our surprise a storm did arise,
And the billows did foam thro’ the ocean.
As we past by Wales with close-reef sails.
And the point of land kept under,
The wind & sleet, with light’ning did meet,
With tremendous loud claps of thunder,
All things we made fast to stand the sad blast,
The pilot stood close by the helm;
Captain, pilot & mate on their stations wait,
But still the proud waves were a-swelling.
