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15 Now smile on my charmer ye birdies around Rejoice with the echoes ye mountains in M And I of my lover will sing since I found her The beauty of fair ones, and pride of the Sp

THE IRISH CONTRADICTON.

All you that are nigh at a distance, and you that are distant at hand, . Ill sing of a dreadful sea battle Which happen'd one day upon land. We sailed from England to Plymouth in the year of our Lord eighty five, Our ship was as handsome a frigate as ever was dead or alive.

We hoisted our sails for the ocean, and so briskly we pushed along, But durst not go out from the harbour, because that the wind blew so strong. Our Captain, a tall little fellow, who long had been plagu'd with a wife, who died with a stop in her windpipe as soon as she closed her life.

And O how the clouds roll'd beneath us, the billows did over us roar, I gript for my head and my shoulders, I wish'd I had left them on shore. I being confounded and speechless, I utter'd a terrible wail,

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