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                            THE

            Shipwreck'd Tar.

C. Croshaw, Printer, Coppergate, York.

ESCAP'D With life tatters,
Behold me sale ashore,
Such trifles littlle matters.
I'll soon get tog's galore:
For Poll swore when we parted,
No chance her faith should jar;
And Poll's too tender hearted,

To slight a shipwrecked tar ;
To Poll Lis course straight steering,
He hastens on apace.
Poor Jack can't get a hearing,
She never saw his face :
From Meg, and Dolly and Kitty,
Relief is just as far :
Not one has the least pity,
For a poof shipwrecked tar,

This whom he thought lovers needle,
Now his sad misery mocks,
That wants to call the beadle,
To set him in the stocks:
Cried Jack this is hard dealing,
The elements at war;
Then this bad kinder feeling,
They spared a shipwreck'd tar.

But all their taunts and fetches
A judgment are on me,
I, for these harden'd wretches,
Dear Nancy slighted thee:
But see poor Tray assails me,
His mistress is not far.
He wags his tail and hails me,
Though a poor shipwrecked tar.

'Twas faithful love that brought him,
Oh! lessen for mankind ;
'Tis one cried she I taught him,
For on my constant mind,
Thy image dear was graven,
And now remov'd each bar.
My arms shall be the haven.
For my poor shipwreck'd tar.

Heaven and my love reward thee,
I'm shipwreck'd but I'm rich;
All shall with pride regard thee,
Thy love shall so be rich;
With wonder each food fancy,
That children near, and far,
Shall lisp the name of Nancy,
That sav'd her shipwreck'd tar.