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 AILORMAN, I'll give to you
 * My bright silver penny,

If out to sea you'll sail me
 * And my dear sister Jenny."

"Get in, young sir, I'll sail ye
 * And your dear sister Jenny,

But pay she shall her golden locks
 * Instead of your penny."

They sail away, they sail away,
 * O fierce the winds blew!

The foam flew in clouds,
 * And dark the night grew!

And all the wild sea-water
 * Climbed steep into the boat;

Back to the shore again
 * Sail they will not.

Drowned is the sailorman,
 * Drowned is sweet Jenny,

And drowned in the deep sea
 * A bright silver penny.