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Orphan boy

(43) Orphan boy

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      The Orphan Boy.

AN orphan boy at ſea when I,
Aloſt was forc'd to hie up,
Ben Boatſwain bawl'd, My lad, don't cry,
But keep your weather eye up.
The captain too, and all the crew,
My ſorrow for to dry up,
They gave me grog till was blue,
And clos'd my weather eye up.

The voyage o'er, I went aſhore,
Freſh flops and grog to buy up ;
The caſh flew out, and Ben once more
Cried, " Keep your weather eye up."
The girls who knew well what to do,
My comelineſs wou'd cry up ;
They ſtole my heart and money too,
And clos'd my weather eye up.

Return'd once more, and wiſer grown,
Says I, my ſate I'll tie up ;
I'll take a wiſe ; when ſhe's my own,
I'll keep my weather eye up.
No ſooner ſaid, but Poll I wed,
And ſnug awhile did lie up ;
Nor ſhall I live to ſee her dead,
For grief wou'd cloſe my eye up.

W. and J. Shelmerdine, printers.

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