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At last, 'twas in the month of May,
the crew, it being lovely weather.
At three A. M. discovered day.
And England's chalky cliffs together.
At seven up channel how we bore,
while hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy,
At twelve, I gaily jump'd on shore,
and to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.
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How sweetly smells the simmer green.
HOW sweetly smells the simmer green!
Sweet tastes the peach and cherry;
Pai(illegible text)ng and order please our een,
And claret makes us merry.
Bet finer coulers, fruits, and flowers,
And wine, tho' I be thirsty,
Lose a' their charms and weaker powers,
Compar'd with those of Christy.
When wandring o'er the flowery park,
Of natural beauty wanting,
How lightsome is't to hear the lark,
And birds in concert chanting!
But if my Chrysty tunes her voice,
