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Black-ey'd Susan.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When blaek-ey'd Susan came on board;
Oh! where shall I my true love find?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
Does my sweet William sail among your erew?
William, who high upon the yard,
Roek'd with the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voiee he heard,
He sigh'd, and east his eyes below:
The eord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deek he stands.
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts elose his pinions to his breast,
If ehanee his mate's shrill eall he hear,
And drops at onee into her nest:
The noblest eaptain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.
O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain;
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again:
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful eompass, that still points to thee.
Believe not what the landsmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy eonstant mind;
They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In every port a mistress find!
Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee so
