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Since Emma is true as she's fair,
my grief I fling all to the wind,
'Tis a pleasant return for my care,
my mistress is constant and kind.
My sails are fill'd to my dear,
what tropic bird swiftly can move,
Who cruel shall hold his career,
that returns to the nest of his love,
Hoist every sail to the breeze,
come shipmates and join in the song,
Let's drink while the ship cuts the sea.
to the gale that may drive her along.
LISTEN to the VOICE of LOVE.
O Listen, listen to the voice of love,
he calls my Daphne to the grove,
The primrose sweet bedecks the field,
the tuneful birds invite to rove.
To foster joys let splendor yield,
O listen, listen to the voice of love.
Where flowers their blooming sweets exale,
my Daphne let us fondly stray,
Where whisp'ring love breaths forth its gale,
and shepherds tune their artless lay. &c.
Come share with me the sweets of spring,
and leave the town's tumultuous noise,
The happy swains will sweetly sing,
an echo fill repeat their joys. &c.
Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
