The Algier slaves releasment: or, The unchangeable boat-swain No prison like the jayl of love, nor no such torments found; to those that loyal mean to prove, whose loves are firm and sound; this loyal person ne'r would change, like a true lover he; indur'd his fetters and his chains, and Betty's captive be. To the tune of, Awake, oh my Cloris.
Printed for J[onah]. Deacon, at the Rain-Bow near Davids-Inn, in Holborn,
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