The cord glides ſwiftly thro’ his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he ſtands!
So the ſweet lark, high pois’d in air,
Shuts cloſe his pinions on his breaft.
If chance his mate’s ſhrill cry he hear,
And drops at once into her neſt:
The nobleſt Captain in the Britiſh fleet
Might envy William’s lips thoſe kiſſes ſweet.
O Susan, Suſan, lovely dear,
My vows ſhall ever true remain;
Let me kiſs off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again:
Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart ſhall be
The faithful compaſs, that ſtill points to thee.
Believe not what the landsmen ſay.
Who tempt with doubts thy conſtant mind;
They’ll tell thee, Sailors, when away,
In every port a miſtreſs find;
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee ſo,
For thou art preſent whereſoe’er I go.
If to fair India’s coaſt we fail,
Thine eyes are ſeen in diamonds bright;
Thy breath is Afric’s ſpicy gale,
Thy ſkin is ivory ſo white:
Thus ev’ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my ſoul ſome charm of lovely Sue,
Tho’ battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Suſan mourn;
