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And many times beyond the seas,
He'd buy fine things his love to please:
Cupid had given the wound so deep It made him oft-times also weep.
A piece of gold he broke in two,
And said, if e'er 1 prove false to you
May heaven's judgments from above
Fall on their heads, that slight true love.
Her answer was, my dear, said she,
If ever I prove false to thee, 1 wish my body ne'er a grave,
Nor soul a resting place may have.
Soon after this it happen'd so,
That he again to sea must go:
One night he came to her, we find, And thus began to tell his mind:
My tender love, said he, henceforth, Dear life, be mindful of your oath;
Oh, think of me when I am gone, For thee I'm comfortless alone.
She kissing him, and crying said,
My dearest dear, be pacified; If that I don't prove true, said she,
May heaven's judgments fall on me.
No sooner was he gone to sea,
But this poor wretched creature she
Was courted by another man,
Who did her yielding heart trepan.
This poor young man, who was her love, By stress of weather he was drove,
Upon the coast of Barbary,
When he had nine months been away.
The other being discontent,
This wretched maiden did consent
To match with him for riches' sake. And all her former vows to break.
The day was set for to be wed,
But the night before, as 'tis said,
The poor young Captain came to town, In poverty, and much cast do'wn.
Poor lad, by stress of weather, he
Had lost his substance in the sea;
Both ship and loading all were gone, Seldom one sorrow comes along. |
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