The Hallow fair (2)/Homeward bound

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HOMEWARD BOUND.

LOOSE every sail to the breeze,
⁠the course of my vessel improve;
I've done with the toils of my sea,
⁠sailors, I'm bound to my love.

Since Emma is as true as she's fair,
⁠my grief I fling all to the wind,
'Tis a pleasant return for my care,
⁠my mistress is constant and kind.

My sails are filled to my dear
⁠what tropic bird swiftly can move,
Who cruel shall hold his career,
⁠that returns to the nest of his love.

Hoist every sail to the breeze,
⁠come shipmates and join in the song,
Let's drink while the ship cuts the sea,
⁠to the gale that may drive her along.

FINIS.