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THE LUCKY ESCAPE.
I THAT once was a ploughman a failor am now, No lark that aloft in the fky, Ee'r flutter'd his wings to give fpeed to the plough ;
Was fo gay and fo carelefs was I. But my friend was a carpenter on board a' king's fhip, And he alk'd me to go ju ft to fea for a trip, And hetalk'd-of fuch things, As if failors were kings, And fo tcafing did keep,
That I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep, No longer the horn, Call'd me up in the morn,
I trufted to the carpenter and the inconftant wind, That made me for to go and leave my dear behind..
I did not much like to be aboard a fhip,
When m danger there's no door to creep out ; I lik'd the jolly tars, I lik'd bumbo and flip,
But I did not like rocking about : By and by came a hurricane, I did not like that; Next a battle that many a failor laid flat,
Ah ! cried I who wou'd roam,
Thai like me had a home, T cou'd low, I cou'd reap, E'er I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep ;
Where fo fweetly the horn,
Call'd me up in the morn ; I trufted to the carpenter and the inconftant wind, That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.
At laft fafe 1 landed, and in a whole (kin,
Nor did I make any long ftay, E'er I found by a friend who I afk'd for my kin, ;
Fahter dead, and my wife ran away ;
Ah!
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