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The widow promiſe it is large
Why ſhould we thus complain,
For Providence will find a way
Poor widows to maintain
God bleſs all jovial ſailors bold,
That plows the raging main
For what they gain upon the ſea
Thro' the cold wind and rain.
A part of it they do beſtow,
Poor widows to maintain.
May health and wealth may they increaſe
With bleſſing manifold,
May heaven regard and ſtill reward
All jolly ſailors bold.
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BONNY JESSIE.
Now Edinbro' I'm gawn to leave,
And thee, my bonnie dear, Jeſſie,
A while a-tween us now maun roar,
A tumbling, ſwelling ſea, laſſie.
But when frae thee, my bonny fair,
For deareſt love I hae, Jeſſie,
l'll think on thee, when far awa,
O thou fae bonnie gay laſſie.
