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SONGSTER. 21i
The ship she sang us all tc sleep tUl they came to
the place of landing,
And those .hat was the most fatigued the sails were
out a handing.
They looked so smart, they won my heart—says I,
You fools of riches,
Althougn you've no tails to your coats, you've money
in vour britches.
With my phillaloo, &c.
I met an honest gentleman a-travcling the road, sirs.
Good morning, «ays I, pray how do you dol bu* he
proved a nuirhty rogue, sirs,
For at the corner of a lane a pisti^l he pulled out, surs,
And h'* rammed th