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My reputation they diſdain’d,
their might I could not hinder,
Which caus’d me to be preſs’d away,
and ſent aboard the tender.
Peggy my jewel, Do not grieve,
ſuppoſe I muſt retire,
Since I’m oblig’d to go to ſea,
it’s you I do admire.
When I’m upon the raging ſea,
and in the midſt of ſtrangers,
The thoughts of you my deareſt dear,
will help me out of dangers.
THE ANSWER.
MY jewel’s gone to range the ſea,
to face the bluſtring ocean;
May the God of fortune on him ſsmile,
ſend him honour and promotion.
No rain, or hail, or lighting fly,
nor roaring claps of thunder,
Nor ſwelling billows loudly baul,
my darling to make wonder.
Great Alexander, God of war,
tenderly ſmile upon him ;
Let no diſappointment attend my dear,
ſend him honour and promote him.
