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THE SAILOR'S RETURN.
BEHOLD, from many an hoſtile ſhore,
and all the dangers of the main,
Where billow mount and tempeſts, roar,
your faithful (illegible text)m return again :
Returns, and with himm brings a heart,
That ne'er from Sally ſhall depart.
After long toils and troubles paſt,
how ſweet to tread our native ſoil !
With conqueſt to return at laſt,
and deck our ſweethearts with the ſpoil!
No one to beauty ſhould pretend,
But ſuch as dare its rights defend.
PRETTY SALLY.
WHEN late I wander'd o'er the plain.
From nymph to nymph, I ſtrove in vain,
My wild deſire to rally, to rally,
My wild deſires to ral-ly:
But now they're of themſelves come home;
And ſtrange! no longer wiſh to roam,
They centre all in Sally, in Sally,
They centre all in Sal-ly.
