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JACK the Sailor parting with MOLLY,
EArly one morning, a jolly briſk Tar,
ſignal being made for ſailing,
Nimbly ſtept down, and told his dear,
who was of her loſs bewailing.
Orders are come, the ſhip s unmoor'd,
the boat along-ſide is waiting;
Haſte away, Molly, you muſt away,
here is no time for prating.
Molly, with her arms around his neck,
look’d as if life had left her;
So ſad a word from her dear Jack,
quire of her ſpeech bereft her.
Seeing her face look too ſo pale.
Jack laugh’d at the ſilly creature,
Till from her heart the blood began
to brighten every feature.
Molly, my dear, ſince I muſt go,
why ſuch recoils at parting;
You may be happy, you very well know,
with other men's wives comforting.
Oh no! my dear, there’s no ſuch thing,
I ne'er will ceaſe from crying;
For, perhaps, I may be merry and ſing,
when you by a ſhot may be dying.
