Two Suffolk Friends

song; I wonder whether the remainder still exi

ng boys of

hey all d

but one p

hey burie

poor parson" is a matter of dangerous speculation, and had better be left in safe obscurity; else other p

rity I give a stanz

old hen she be

fox, 'You're a s

o strong, I do wis

ld hen she beg

for fine they certainly are, as an honest expression of op

wing sea-verses; but they are so good that I vent

aul to the 'D

s good liquo

d Archer w

my lads, 'tis wo

ur money's all

borrowed nor

d Archer wi

p, Jack, let J

hn Countryman too, when

.

his death, I received from a West Indian reader of 'Maga,' who had heard it sung b

Channel with th

sails nine kn

ng guns we w

ly over the t

are home

are home

rrive at the

ey will arou

Jack, with your

are homeward

are home

are home

come to the

her port

eets us wi

my lads, 'tis wo

are home

are home

ur money's all

borrowed, nor n

eets us wi

up, Jack, let

ou are outw

we are out