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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,
“Oh! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew.”
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: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark, high poised in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast.
And drops at once into her nest.
"O Susan, Susan! lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain ;
We only part to meet again.
“ Believe not what the landsmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
In every port a mistress find:
* If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy skin is ivory so white:
“ Though battle call me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn ;
William shall to his dear return.