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26H                              SONGS, ETC.
Perhaps thou hadst a family
From which thou hast been torn, Who mourn the loss of thee, alas !
That never will return ; Perhaps, when dragg'd from out thy bed,
They clung unto thy shell, Willing to share all danger, with
Their parent fond to dwell. Perhaps just then they'd been chipp'd off,
To meet a watery grave, Or seen their father shipped off,
And sold just like a slave.
Thou wert happy in thy native bed,
Where the blythesome billows play, Till the ruthless hsher stole thee from
Thy own dear home away ; He laid thee in his cobble,
Then rowed thee to the land ; Thou art sold, and wash'd, and open'd,
And placed in my right hand ; E'en I, the friend of all thy race,
When I think on what thou art,— When I ponder o'er the witching joys
Thy swallowing will impart, Can delay thy fate no longer—
One look—it is my last! One gulp ! one more ! a silent pause—
One sigh ! and all is pass'd.
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