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And there my true devotion pay
To Delia's fleep-feal'd eyes j
So pious pilgrims nightly rove,
With tedioiis travel faint,
To kifs alone the clay cold tomb
Of fome IoyM favourite faint.
Oh tell, ye fliades that hold my fair,
And all my blifs contain.
Ah, why ftiouM ye thofe blefllngs fhare
For which I figh in vain :
But let me not at fate repine.
Or thus my griefs impart.
She's not 'your tenant, (he is mine,
Her manlion is my heart.
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The Bonny Sailor,
MY bonny failor's won my mind,
My heart is now with him at fea j
I hope the fummer's weftern breeze
Will bring him fafely back to me:
I wifli to hear what glorious toils,
What dangers he has undergone.
What forts he's ftorm'd, how great the fpoUs
From France and Spain my Tailor's won,
A thoufand terrors chill'd my breaft,
When fancy brought the foe in view,
And day and night I 've had no reft,
Left ev'ry gale a tempeft blew.
Bring, gentle gales, my failor homej
His ftiip at anchor may I fee :
Three years are fure enough to roam.
Too long for one that loves lils^e me.
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