Poematia latine partim reddita partim scripta a VBourne . Sweet W i l l i a m s Farewell t o Black-Ey^d Susan. L L io the Dotins the Fleet was moorM,The Streamers waving in the Wirtd,When black-^y*d Su« a w came on Soard jsuj©~©# Oh ! where fhall I my true Love fintl iTell me, ye jovial Sailors, tell me true,Does my fweet Wjlliam fail among the Crew ? II. William, who high upon the Yard, Rockd with the Billows to and fro,Soon as her well-known Voice he heard, He fighM, and caft his Eyes Cord flides fvviftly thro his glowing Hands,And (quick as Lightning) on thc Deck he ftands. III. S
Poematia latine partim reddita partim scripta a VBourne . Sweet W i l l i a m s Farewell t o Black-Ey^d Susan. L L io the Dotins the Fleet was moorM,The Streamers waving in the Wirtd,When black-^y*d Su« a w came on Soard jsuj©~©# Oh ! where fhall I my true Love fintl iTell me, ye jovial Sailors, tell me true,Does my fweet Wjlliam fail among the Crew ? II. William, who high upon the Yard, Rockd with the Billows to and fro,Soon as her well-known Voice he heard, He fighM, and caft his Eyes Cord flides fvviftly thro his glowing Hands,And (quick as Lightning) on thc Deck he ftands. III. S»
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