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| ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor’d, | |
| The streamers waving in the wind, | |
| When black-eyed Susan came aboard; | |
| ‘O! where shall I my true-love find? | |
| Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true | 5 |
| If my sweet William sails among the crew.’ | |
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| William, who high upon the yard | |
| Rock’d with the billow to and fro, | |
| Soon as her well-known voice he heard | |
| He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below: | 10 |
| The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, | |
| And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. | |
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| So the sweet lark, high poised in air, | |
| Shuts close his pinions to his breast | |
| If chance his mate’s shrill call he hear, | 15 |
| And drops at once into her nest:— | |
| The noblest captain in the British fleet | |
| Might envy William’s lip those kisses sweet. | |
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| ‘O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, | |
| My vows shall ever true remain; | 20 |
| Let me kiss off that falling tear; | |
| We only part to meet again. | |
| Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be | |
| The faithful compass that still points to thee. | |
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| ‘Believe not what the landmen say | 25 |
| Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: | |
| They’ll tell thee, sailors, when away, | |
| In every port a mistress find: | |
| Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, | |
| For Thou art present wheresoe’er I go. | 30 |
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| ‘If to fair India’s coast we sail, | |
| Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, | |
| Thy breath is Afric’s spicy gale, | |
| Thy skin is ivory so white. | |
| Thus every beauteous object that I view | 35 |
| Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. | |
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| ‘Though battle call me from thy arms | |
| Let not my pretty Susan mourn; | |
| Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms | |
| William shall to his Dear return. | 40 |
| Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, | |
| Lest precious tears should drop from Susan’s eye: | |
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| The boatswain gave the dreadful word, | |
| The sails their swelling bosom spread, | |
| No longer must she stay aboard; | 45 |
| They kiss’d, she sigh’d, he hung his head. | |
| Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land; | |
| ‘Adieu!’ she cries; and waved her lily hand. | |
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