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[6] (illegible text) SAILOR JACK. LAST Sunday morn I failed front Cork, in board of the Montague, TI:ere's one on board I dearly lore, And hope that he'll prove true; Kind heaven fend him ſafely back, My life, my joy, my ſailor Jack. Falla, &c. The firſt time he came for to court me, He was dreſt in his rich array, He was dreſt all in it's rich brocades, With other garments gay ; I'Nceive me not becauſe I am young, You've got a falſe and a flattering tongue. The ſecond time he came to court me, He was dreſt in ſailor's array: He was dreſt all in his ſpeckled ſhirt, With other garments gay ; So ſweet he lat and ſung by me, With his good humour our frank and free. if I on board with you ſhould go, Don't be angry with me my dear; Your cabin I will cloſely keep, No ran will I come near; And when your meſs is almost out. P'll help to ſteer your ſhip about