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Farewell my home and countrymen,
and the ancient hills of Tarrow,
Kind Providence may rest the soul,
of Allan Tine o’ Harrow.
JACK IN HIS ELEMENT.
Bold Jack the Sailor, here I come,
pray how do you like my nib,
My trowsers wide and trampers rum,
my nab and flowing nib ;
I sail the seas from end to end,
and lead a roving life,
At every mess we find a friend,
at every port a wife.
I have beard the talk of constancy,
of grief and such like fun,
I have constant been to ten cry’d I,
but never griev’d for one.
The flowing, sails we tars unbend,
to lead a roving life,
At every mess we find a friend,
at every port a wife
I have a spanking wife at portsmouth gates,
a Pigmy at Goree;
