?ome foll? may envy foreign parts, And wish to gain a foreign shore: W?i let them go with all our hearts, shall be plagued with them no more. Then while on shore, let's all agree, The song, the toast, ? TIlE LASS THAT LOVES A SAILOIL T?z moon on the ocean was dimm'd by a r/pple, Affording a chequer'd light; The gay jolly tars pass'd the word for a tipple? And the toast for 't was Saturday night. Some sweetheart or wlfo, He 1ov'd as his life, Each drank, and wish'd he could hail her; But the standing toast, That pleased the most, Was the wind that blows, The ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor. Some drink the king, some .his brave shi!? And some the Constitution; Some, may the French, and all such rips, Yield to English re?olution. That fate'might bless Some Poll or Bess, And that they soon might hail her; But the standing toast, Some dran? the prince, and some our land, This ?1orions land of freedom; Some, that our tars may never want Heroes brave to lead them, That she who's in distress may find Such t?,ds that ?'er will fail her; But the taad
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