Note (oo) — Sot-weed Factor;
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May Canniballs transported o'er the Sea Prey on these Slaves, as they have done on me; May never Merchant's trading Sails explore This Cruel, this inhospitable Shoar; But left abandon'd by the World to starve, May they sustain the Fate they well deserve; May they turn Savage, or as Indians Wild, From Trade, Converse and Happiness exil'd; Recreant to Heaven, may they adore the Sun, And into Pagan Superstitions run For Vengence ripe———————— May Wrath Divine then lay those Regions wast Where no Man's (oo) Faithful, nor a Woman Chast.