Sweet William's farewel to Black-ey'd Sufan.

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BALLAD

Set by Mr. LEVERIDGE,

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By Mr. GAY.

LL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The ftreamers waving in the wind,

When black-ey'd Sufan came on board.

Oh! where fhall I my true love find?

Tell me ye jovial failors tell me true

If my fweet William, if my sweet William fails among

the crew.

K S

William

william, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard,

He figh'd, and caft his eyes below:

The cord flides swiftly thro' his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he ftands.

So the fweet lark, high-pois'd in air,
Shuts clofe his pinions to his breast,
(If chance his mate's fhrill call he hear)
And drops at once into her nest,

The nobleft captain in the British fleet,
Might envy William's lips thofe kiffes sweet.

O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,

My vows fhall ever true remain; Let me kifs off that falling tear,

We only part to meet again.

Change, as ye lift, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Believe

Believe not what the landmen fay,

Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind: They'll tell thee, failors, when away,

In ev'ry port a mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo,
For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go.

If to fair India's coaft we fail,

Thy eyes are seen in di'monds bright, Thy breath is Africk's spicy gale,

Thy skin is ivory, so white.

Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue.

Tho' battel calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Sufan mourn;

Tho' canons roar, yet safe from harms,.

William fhall to his dear return..

Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,

Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufan's eye.

William, who high upon the yard,
Rock'd with the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,

He figh'd, and caft his eyes below:

The cord flides fwiftly thro' his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he ftands.

So the fweet lark, high-pois'd in air,
Shuts clofe his pinions to his breast,
(If chance his mate's fhrill call he hear)
And drops at once into her neft,
The nobleft captain in the British fleet,
Might envy William's lips those kiffes sweet.

O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,

My vows fhall ever true remain ;

Let me kifs off that falling tear,

We only part to meet again.

Change, as ye lift, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Beliefe

Believe not what the landmen fày,

Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind: They'll tell thee, failors, when away,

In ev'ry port a mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo,
For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go.

If to fair India's coaft we fail,

Thy eyes are seen in di'monds bright,
Thy breath is Africk's fpicy gale,
Thy fkin is ivory, fo white.

Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue.

Tho' battel calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn;

Tho' canons roar, yet fafe from harms,.

William fhall to his dear return..

Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,

Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufan's eye.