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             THE

    Sailor's Farewell.

       A new SONG.

Sung this Seaſon at Sodlers Wells.

A Sailor bold, the beſt of hearts,
Who ever fail'd the world about,
Wrote to his love to let her know,
That he once more was forc'd to go,
In the purſuit of honor ſtill,
And begg'd ſhe might not take it ill.

Theſe words did almoſt ſtrike her dead,
Her viſage turned as white as lead,
Then burſting out in floods of tears,
What have I loſt my blooming years !
I'm left in ſorrow, grief, and care,
Now I'm dying in deſpair.

My deareſt dear pray do not grieve,
The while I croſs the raging ſeas.
I have you always in my mind,
Nor never was I yet unkind,
Nor never will while breath remains,
While blood it runs within my veins.

Pray ſtay at home, my deareſt dear,
And do not go where loud cannons roar,
You may meet with broken ſhattered bones
Then you will lay under grievous groan,
Honour won't cure your limbs again,
But you muſt undergo the pain.

Do ſtay at home my dear, therefor
Pray ſtay at home and caſt your anchor here
And ride in that ſafe road of mine,
Where you and I may twiſt and twine,
And imitate the ſportive dove,
That's call'd the pleaſant Joys of Love.

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