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THE EDINBURGH
SONG CXXXVII.
SWEET POLL OF PLYMOUTH.
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear, When
forc'd from her to go, Adown her cheeks rain'd
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many a tear, My heart was fraught with woe
Our anchor weigh'd, for fea we flood, The laud
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we left behind : Her tears then fwell'd the bri-
x\ey flood, My fighs encreas'd the wind. Our an-
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