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I would not change this foolish heart.
That learns from her to joy or smart,
For his that burns with love of glory,
And loses life to live in story.

Yet in themselves, my heart, my cote,
My mote, my bowl, I value not,
But only as they, one and all,
My lovely Rosalind recal.

Poll of Horsely-down.

Ye landsmen and ye seamen,
Be you a-head or astern,
Come listen unto me,
And a story you shall learn;
It's of one Captain Oakum
That you shall quickly hear,
Who was the bold Commander
Of the Peggy Privateer;
And he his colours never struck,
so great was his renown,
No never to one soul on earth,
But Poll of Horsely-down.

Miss Polly was a first-rate,
Truck'd out in flashy gear,
And Captain Oakum met her,
As to Wapping he did steer;