For London is like to a mill going round,
Glorious the ray glancing over the ocean,
He has left me, the youth, the dear youth I adore,
It chanc'd one day, that a crow so black,
I'm teaz'd to hear from morn to night,
I'm in my teens, I have lovers in great plenty,
In France I attended the dames, and noblesse,
In Spain I have been, where as travellers tell us,
I rise with the morn and I contemplate the sun,
If a landsman wou'd know the true creed of a tar,
In the model I'm bringing before ye,
In a neat little cabin not far from Kilkenny,
In circling eddies whirl'd the tide,
Let the churlish spectre fly,
Let fools follow pleasures,
My massa he buy me a negro in Guinea,
My boys wou'd you know how our ship got her name, 77
Maidens listen, I'll discover,
Monopoly, sir, is the theme of my song,
Master Abraham Newland's a monstrous good,
Mark when beneath the western main,
My cruel love to danger go,
Ma'am, behold in me a loyer
Oh! red look'd the sun, on that sad fatal day,
Oh! what a great flutter is here at my heart,
Oh, where, and oh, where is your Highland laddie,
Oh, what a most horrid sensation,
Och! botheration, about preservation,
Oh! the delights of delay,
Oh! whacks! Cupid's manniklin,
Tho' Turks, Christians and Jews, so flatly refuse,
The steed where on my lover rides,
'Twas in June, rosey June,
Tother day as I sat by the
Thou'rt gone awa' frae me, Mary,
They tell me I am grown too proud,
Thro' fortune's fav'ring brezes fan,
Tom Starboard was a lover true,
The hope which animates my heart,
Tho' the poets of yore,
When once by the clear gliding stream,
While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose
When, my very first day, to the field I had got,
When dry first, a droll little creature,
When at school not a fool e'er was I,
When to ogle the lasses, I make a beginning,
When the moon shines o'er the deep,
Willy Wastle dwalt on Tweed,
Why, what's that to you if a trifle I'm giving,
Ye true Sons of Britain, whose valour and zeal,
You never did hear of Mandingo king?
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