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ANSWER.
My jewel’s gone to range the ſea,
to face the bluſt’ring ocean;
May the God of Fortune on him ſmile,
ſend him honour and promotion.
No rain, or hail, or light’ning fly,
nor roaring claps of thunder;
Nor ſwelling billows loudly baul,
my darling to make wonder.
Great Alexander, God of war,
tenderly ſmile upon him;
Let no diſappointment attend my dear,
ſend him honour and promote him.
May not my jewel be diſmay’d,
with cruel wars alarms,
Some things in view may turn a prize,
till it fill my love-ſick arms.
No curſed gold nor beauty bright,
ſhall ever gain him from me;
But like the turlte I ſhall remain,
until he returns unto me.
No coſtly robes, nor beds of down,
ſhall make me to ſurrender,
Although we part, he has my heart,
on board the Cambridge Tender.
