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140 THE EDINBURGH
What then, all's a hazard, come don't be fo foft,
Perhaps I may laughing come back,
For d'ye fee there's a cherub fits fmlling aloft.
To keep watch for the life ef Poor Jack.
D'ye mind me, a failor fliould be every inch
All as one as a piece of a fhip,
And with her brave the world, w ithout offering t©
flinch,
From the moment the anchor's a trip :
As for me, in all weathers, all times, fides, and ends,
Nought's a trouble from duty that fprings,
For my heart is my Poll's, and my rhino my friend's>
And as for my life 'tis the king's.
Even when my time comes ne'er believe me fo foft
As with grief to be taken aback:
That fame little cherub that fits up aloft,
Will look out a good birth for Poor Jack,

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