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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 |
5-6 |
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| Tuneful lark, as soaring high, The |
6 |
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| When a little merry he |
6-7 |
1 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair |
7 |
5 |
| Behold a damsel in distress |
7-8 |
3 |
| At sixteen years old you could get little good of me |
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| 'Twas past meridian half past four |
13-14 |
12 |
| When first we hear the boatswain's bra[y] |
14-15 |
4 |
| When the rosy morn appearing |
15-16 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a rock, within a bay |
16-17 |
4 |
| For England, when with fav'ring gale |
17 |
3 |
| My name's Tippy Bob |
18-19 |
2 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
19-20 |
3 |
| O have you seen my Arabell |
20-21 |
3 |
| Sea-worn tar, who in the war, The |
21 |
3 |
| Soldier is the noblest name, A |
21-22 |
1 |
| Freshly now the breeze is blowing |
22 |
1 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean |
22-23 |
1 |
| Charming village maid |
23 |
3 |
| While some do love full bowls of quaff |
24 |
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