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⟨Who⟩ range the roaring ſeas,
⟨To⟩ bring home foreign treaſure,
⟨To⟩ thoſe who live at eaſe.
With fine ſilk from the Indies,
⟨With⟩ paper ſilk and blue,
⟨Yet⟩ all these ſhips for bread depends,
⟨Upon⟩ the painful plow.
⟨Tea⟩, paper and tobacco
⟨That’s⟩ uſeful in their kind,
⟨Are⟩ all brought from the Indies,
⟨By⟩ virtue of the wind,
⟨But⟩ yet the men that brings them,
⟨Will⟩ own to what is true,
⟨They⟩ cannot ſail the ocean,
⟨Without⟩ the help of the plow.
They muſt have beer and biſket,
⟨Rice⟩ pudding flour and peaſe
⟨To⟩ feed the jovial Sailors
⟨Upon⟩ the roaring ſeas.
⟨Likewiſe⟩ they muſt have cables,
⟨With⟩ ropes and ſails anew;
⟨And⟩ things like thoſe we cannot have,
⟨But⟩ by the painful plow,
The gentry of great Britain,
⟨With⟩ Ireland, France, and Spain,
⟨The⟩ Turk and his Seraglio,
⟨And⟩ all his gorgeous train,
⟨And⟩ every new plantation,
⟨With⟩ Pagan, Turk, and Jew,
⟨There’s⟩ none of them can live without
⟨The⟩ virtue of the plow.