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My safety thy fair truth shall be,
As sword and buckler serving,
My life shall be more dear to me.
Because of thy preserving.
Let peril come, let horror threat,
Let thund ring cannons rattle,
I'll fearless seek the conflict's heat,
Assur'd when on the wings of lore,
To heav'n above, &c.
Enough, with that benignant smile,
Some kindred god inspir'd thee,
Who saw thy bosom void of guile,
Who wonder'd and admir'd thee,
I go, assur'd, my life, adieu!
Tho' thund'ring cannons rattle,
Tho' murd'ring carnage stalk in view,
When on the wings of thy true lore,
To heav'n above. &c.
CATCH,
Jack, thou art a toper, let's have t'other quart.
Ring, we're so sober, 'twere a shame to part,
None but a cuckold, bully'd by his wife,
For coming late, fears a domestic strife •
H'm free, so are you : to call and knock,
Knock boldly, the watchman cries past two o'clock,