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THE "BAB" BALLADS.
"To that Fust Lord I'll go
And say you love her dearly."
And Joe said (weeping low),
"I wish you would, sincerely!"
That sailor to that Lord
Went, soon as he had landed,
And of his own accord
An interview demanded.
Says he, with seaman's roll,
"My Captain (wot's a Tartar),
Guv Joe twelve years' black hole,
For lovering your darter.
"He loves Miss Lady Jane
(I own she is his betters),
But if you'll jine them twain,
They'll free him from his fetters.
"And if so be as how
You'll let her come a-board ship,
I'll take her with me now,"—
"Get out!" remarked his Lordship.
