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Stark staring with joy I leap'd out of my skin, Buss’d my wife, mother, sister, and all of my kin.
Now, cried I, let them roam
Who want a good home; I am well, so I'll keep, Nor again leave my plough to go ploughing the deep:
Once more shall the horn
Call me up in the morn, Nor shall any damn’d carfindo, nor the inconstant
wind, E’er tempt me for to go and leave my dear behind.
HE wind was hush'd, the fleecy wave
Scarcely the vessel's sides could lave,
Tom Clueline, taking, spied the land.
Soft as the sighs of Zephyr flow,
« Oh, what avails,” cried she, “my pain ?
Now high upon the faithful shroud,
Near to a cliff, whose heights command
What now remains were easy told :
JACK COME HOME.
JACK just come home, his pockets lined,
In search of Poll, his only pleasure, To Pickle Stairs his course inclined,
In her fair lap to pour his treasure; But scarce arrived at famed Rag Fair,
Where the keen Jew the clodpole fleeces, His whistle turn'd into a stare
At, “ Come, who'll buy my water-cresses ?”
He starts, and trembles at the sound,
Which now is heard, and now obstructed, And now his hopes are all aground,
And now 'tis to his ear conducted : “ Zounds !” cried out Jack, “ I know that phiz
But then such togs—they're all to pieces ! Why, it can't be damme it is—
'Tis Poll a-bawling water-cresses.
And now she's in his arms, while he
Bids her relate Fortune's reverses ; The world finds faithless as the sea,
And loads false friends, in troops, with curses. • They took,” cried she, “ my very bed;
The sticks they seized, and sold in pieces ; So to get a bit of honest bread,
I cries, Who'll buy water-cresses ?”
“ Still art thou rich, my girl,” cried Jack,
“ And still shall taste each earthly pleasure; Thou’rt true, though rags are on thy back,
And honour, Poll,'s a noble treasure. In this gay tog-shop rigg'd so neat,
Ill-fortune from this moment ceases;" This said, he scatter'd in the street
Basket, and rags, and water-cresses.
POOR SHIPWRECKED TAR.
SCAPED with life, in tatters,
Behold me safe ashore;
I'll soon get togs galore:
No chance her faith should jar,
To slight a Shipwreck’d Tar.
To Poll his course straight steering,
He hastens on apace;
She never saw his face.
Relief is just as far,
For a poor Shipwreck'd Tar.
Now his sad mis’ry mocks,
That wants to call the beadle
To set him in the stocks.
The elements at war
They spared the Shipwreck’d Tar.
But all their taunts and fetches
A judgment are on me;
Dear Nancy, slighted thee.
His mistress is not far,
Though a poor Shipwreck’d Tar.
'Twas faithful love that brought him—
Oh, lesson for mankind ! 'Tis one, cried she, I taught him;
For on my constant mind Thine image, dear, was graven ;
nd now, removed each bar, My arms shall be the haven
For my poor Shipwreck’d Tar.
Heaven and my love reward thee!
I'm shipwreck’d, but I'm rich; All shall with pride regard thee
Thy love shall so bewitch With wonder each fond fancy,
That children, near and far, Shall lisp the name of Nancy,
Who saved her Shipwreck’d Tar!