When Late I wander'd/The Sailor's Return
For other versions of this work, see The Sailor's Return ('Behold, from many a hostile shore').
The Sailor's Return.
Behold, from many a hoſtile ſhore,
and all the dangers of the main,
Where ⟨billows⟩ mount, and tempeſts roar,
your faithful ⟨Tom⟩ return again;
Returns, and with him brings a heart,
That ne'er from Sally ſhall depart.
After long toils and troubles paſt,
how sweet to tread our native ſoil,
With conqueſt to return at laſt,
and deck our sweet hearts with the ſpoil,
No one to beauty should pretend,
But ſuch as dare it's rights dafend,
FINIS.