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(illegible text)odge cross his shoulder from the barn bears a flail,
(illegible text)lst Nest crosses the stile, on her head a full pail,
(illegible text) cattle well fodder’d, to the cottage let’s haste
(illegible text)other pains take on brown bread make a feast.

(illegible text)her courtly nor costly, nor book learnt we shew,
A dressing, plain dealing is all that we know,
(illegible text)ares run across us, but those loves we find,
(illegible text)e cured if your sweetheart proves but kind.

The Sailor’s Return.

Behold, from many an hostile shore,
and all the dangers of the main,
Where billows mount, and tempests roar,
your faithful Tom return again;
Returns, and with him brings a heart,
That ne’er from Sally shall depart.

After long toils and troubles past,
how sweet to tread our native soil,
With conquest to return at last,
and deck our sweet hearts with the spoil,
No one to beauty should pretend,
But such as dare it’s right defend.

When Late I wander’d.

When late I wander’d o’er the plain,
(illegible text) nymph to nymph I strove in vain;
(illegible text)y wild desires to rally, to rally,
My wild desires to ral—ly: