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So the l\veet lark, high poif M in air,
Siiuts clofe his pinions to his breaft, If chance his note's (brill voice he 1.
And drops at once into her neft ; The nobleft captain in the Britiih fleet, Might envy William's lips thofe Rifles fweet.
O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear !
My vows (halt ever true remain, Let me wipe off that falling tear;
We only part to meet again. Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart fliall be The faithful compafs 1 that ftill points to thee.
Believe not what the landmen fay,
Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind ;
They'll tell thee failors when away, In every port a miftrefs find :
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell th^p fo,
For thou art prefent wherefoe'er 1 go.
If to fair India's coaft we fail,
Thine eyes are feen in di'monds bright ;
Thy breath is Afric's fpicy gale } Thy fkin is ivory fo white :
Thusev'ry beauteous obje& that I view,
Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue.
Tho' battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Tho' cannons roar, yet fafe from harms,
William fliall to his dear return : Love turns away the balls that round me fly, Left precious tears fhould drop from Sum> eye.
The boatfwain gave the dreadful word, The fails their fuelling bofom fpread ;
No
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