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Transcription:
Did I but purpose to embark
with thee
On the smooth surface of a
Summer's Sea
While gentle zephyrs play in
prosperous gales
And fortune's favors fill the
swelling sails
But would forsake the ship ever
makes the shore
When the winds whistle & the tempests
roar
with thee
On the smooth surface of a
Summer's Sea
While gentle zephyrs play in
prosperous gales
And fortune's favors fill the
swelling sails
But would forsake the ship ever
makes the shore
When the winds whistle & the tempests
roar