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          Loose ev'ry Sail.

Printed for W. Armstrong, Banastre-st.

Loose ev'ry sail to the breeze,
The course of my vessel improve,
I'v done with the toils of the seas,
Ye sailors, I'm bound for my love.

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

My sails are all fill'd to my dear :
What tropic bird swifter can move ?
Who, cruel, shall hold his career,
That returns to the nest of his love.

Hoist ev'ry sail to the breeze ;
Come, shipmates, and join in the song,
Let's drink while our ship cuts the seas,
To the gale that may drive her along.

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