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They will get sweethearts enow my boys
And ris to please their minds,
But the ne'er will forget sweet Glasgow town,
And the pretty girls they left behind.


THE RAKISH SAILOR.

When I was a rakish young sailor,
I never took care in my life;
I travelled the country all over,
And every town a frseh wife.
But give me the girl that loves me,
And bless me for this happy life,
She will dance unto me a French caper;
O a countay girl for my wife.

I have sail'd in stormy cold weather,
I have been in both hot and cold,
I have sailed the ocean all over,
In venturing my life for bright gold.
Thank God, now the wars are all over,
And I myself safe on the shore,
Yet bless me for ever and ever
If I go to the seas any more.

I'll send for my friends and relations,
I will send for them every one;