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Enough with that benignant fmile'
Some kindred god infpir'd thee ; Who faw thy bofom void of guile,
Who wonder'd and adrnir'd thee. I go afiur'd, my life, adieu,
Though thund'ring cannons rattle, Though murd'ring carnage flalk'd in view,
When on the wings, of thy true love,
To heav'n above, &c.
��JACK THE GUINEA PIG.
'HEN the anchor's weigh'd and the ihip's un-
moor'd, And landmen lag behind, fir j The failor joyful fkips on board, And f wearing prays for a wind, fir. Towing here, Yehoing there, Steadily, Readily, Chearily, Merrily,
Still from care 'and thinking free,
- Is a failor's life at fea.
When we fail with- a frefh'ning breeze,
And landmen ail grow fick, iir ; The failor I ,'ls with his mind at eafe, And the fong and the can go quick, fir. Laughing here, quaffing there, Steadily, &c.
When
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