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When Jack was on the giddy mast,


And lightpings iiash'd adown the shrouds'
When every moment seemed the last,


And death frcwnd threatEing from the ciona:
He cast a wishful eye around,


While thinking on his native valley,
And mid the pealing thunder sounds,
His voice was heard, farewell my Sally
When wars red pennon wav'd on high,


Appeared the signal for attack,
New courage beamed in every eye,


And not soul more brave than Jack;
One PRAYER alone to heaven he sighed,


While thinking ofhis native valley,
care not for my fate he cried,


But if / fall, oh, bless my Sally
His guardian angel heard the prayer,


And wept that il was breath'd too late,
For. at that moment, from afar,


Flew the shrill whistling ball of fate.
Lack wounded fell, but fainting cried,
Adieu. my dear. my native valley,
hrd as life's current ebbed, he sighed


Farewell forever, lovely Sally.