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Ye gentlemen of England
Deep in a vale a cottage stood
It blew great guns, when gallant Tom
My lodging is in Leather lane
With study to fill up our leisure
Adieu, adieu-my native shore
Be mine, dear maid ! my faithful heart
The decks were cleared, the gallant band
Near where old Thames in ample tide
Still the lark finds repose
A boat danced on the Clyde's bonny
I leave my heart, with thee my love
Let ambition fire this mind
O'er the lawns, up the thills
Though dimpled cheeks may give
A Jew, they call’d him Issac Mo
I'm Simon Bore, just come from college
Jack Stedfast and I were both messmates
The woodman's life, tho' doom'd to toil
Oh! 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love
Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his

word
By the side of a brig that stands over a

brook
It was Dunois the young and brave
Ben Block was a man of ancient renown
When Vulcan forged the bolts for Jove
When the leaves had deserted the trees
Odd's blood, what a time for a seaman
I've kiss'd, and I've prattled to fifty fair

maids

PAGL

83 84 85 86 87 ib. 88 89 ib. 90 91 92 ib. 93 94 ib, 96 97 98 99

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