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THE CHILD OF A TAR.
In a little blue garment, all rigged and tom
With scarce 'any shoes to hi5 feet,
His head quite uncover’d, a look qnite ter
lorn,
And a cold stony step for his scat;
A boy cheerless sat aud as p^serigers pass c
With a voice that might avarice bar.
Have pity, he cry‘d, let your bounty be cas
To a ptoor little child of a Tar.
No mother I have, no friend can 1 claim,
Deserted and cheerless I roam;
My father had fought for his country and 1
fame,
But, alas! he may never come home
Pinch d by cold and by hunger, now haples
my fate, ’ ‘
Distress must al! happiness mar;
Look down on my sorrows and pity the fat
Of a poor little child cf a far.
By cruelty drove from a neat rura1 cot,
Where once with contentment ho dwelt;
No friend to protect us, my poor mother’s