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Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing |
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Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd |
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Tuneful lark, as soaring high, The |
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When a little merry he |
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No more I'll court the town-bred fair |
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Behold a damsel in distress |
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At sixteen years old you could get little good of me |
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'Twas past meridian half past four |
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When first we hear the boatswain's bra[y] |
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When the rosy morn appearing |
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'Twas near a rock, within a bay |
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For England, when with fav'ring gale |
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My name's Tippy Bob |
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Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
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O have you seen my Arabell |
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Sea-worn tar, who in the war, The |
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Soldier is the noblest name, A |
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Freshly now the breeze is blowing |
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Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean |
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Charming village maid |
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While some do love full bowls of quaff |
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