SEQUEL TO THE SAILOR's FAREWELL

No topsail shivers in the wind, Our ship's safe moor'd in port In Mary's arms my heart reclin'd, No more of waves the sport; And now to her return'd from far, Alone she prov'd my leading star.

Tho' landsmen flatter'd when I sail'd, And artful tales renew, But still my Mary never fail'd, To keep my love in view, From trying gales and bloody war, She still has prov'd my leading star.

Tho' Syrens strove to win my heart, From port to port the same, In vain my thoughts take Mary's part, And dwell upon her name, No sounds have charms but her dear voice, Her constant sailor's lovely choice.

But now return'd and Mary kind To care we'll bid adieu, And thou my dear shall steer my mind. All's joy when blest with you, Dear idol of thy sailor's heart, Let wedlock join us ne'er to part,