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 And when your mess is almost out,
I'll help to steer your ship about.
   Fal-lal, &c.

And when you're on the raging main,
 Think on your Molly dear;
Constant I’ll be as the turtle-dove,
 No reason you’ll have to fear.
Hoist up your sails, push back your oars,
And turn'to your Molly’s arms once more.
   Fal-lal, lal-lal, lal.

 

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THE ANSWER.

Last Monday-morning we went to sea
 With a sweet and pleasant gale;
My lovely Molly's white and red
 Was turn’d to deadly pale!
But if Fortune send me safe on shore,
I'll cherish Molly’s heart once more.
   Fal-lal, lal-lal, lal.

She has a long and slender waist,
 Her breast as white as snow;
She has a kind and am’rous look,
 And her mind with wit doth flow:
She’s in her humour frank and free,
And sings with a sweet melody.
   Fal-lal, &c.