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WHERE is sweet William, where is my dear?

toss’d by the billows to and fro,

Sometime as high as mountain tops,

then sinking in the waves below,

Thus like my troubled heart, the ship does move,

and like my wandering, and like my wandering

fancy it does rove:

Sometimes in silent sleep I see

the ship in full spread sails come in.

With watermen so neat and trim,

for to convey me safe to him.

Come hail the ship, ye sailors tell me true,

if my sweet William, if my sweet William's

now alive with you.

Then I see him swiftly fly,

for to receive me in his arms,

Susan says he, welcome on board,

I do admire thy beauteous charms;

A thousand kisses on me he does bestow,

while the ship softly, while the ship softly,

is waving to and fro.

Millions of raptures I enjoy,

fair Helen with all her beauty bright

By Paris could not be admired more,

than I by William, my heart's delight,

But when I awake, like Rosamond fair, I see

love’s but a fable, love’s but a fable,

all my contentments see.

How does my heart thus panting lie.

when I do find it out a dream,