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When my money was all gone I gain’d at the wars,
and the world it did frown at my fate,
What matters my zeal or my honoured ſcars,
when indifference ſtood at each gate.

The face that would ſmile when my purſe was well lin’d,
ſhew’d a different aſpect in me;
And when I could nought but ingratitude find,
I hied me again to the ſea.

I thought ’twas unjuſt to pine at my lot,
or to bear with cold looks on the ſhore,
I pack’d up the trifling remains I had got,
and a trifle, alas! was my ſtore.

A handkerchief held all the treaſure I had,
which over my ſhoulder I threw:
Away then I trudg’d with a heart rather ſad,
to join with ſome jolly ſhip’s crew.

The ſea was leſs troubled by far than my mind,
and when the wide ocean I ſurvey’d,
I could not help thinking the world as unkind,
and Fortune’s a ſlippery jade.

I ſwear if once more I can take her in tow,
I’ll let the ungrateful world ſee
That the turbulent wind and the billows could ſhow,
more kindneſs than they did to me.