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 She on a bed of flowers sat,

her heart was fill'd with care,

And bitterly she did lament

for her jolly Sailor dear.

How could my parents so cruel be,

to rob me of my dear?

To send him to the raging seas,

to a place I know not where.

Thro' blust'ring winds and swelling waves,

no danger will I fear,

Till I find out the man I love:

he's my jolly Sailor dear.

How could my parents so cruel be,

to rob me of my rest?

Of all the young men in the world,

a Sailor I love best

Ye gods of love prove kind to me,

and send him safely here,

And on my snow white breast, his head

shall rest, he's my jolly Sailor dear.

How happy is the country girl,

who has the man she loves?

Contented with her homely food,

and blessing from above;

All worldly riches I despise,

no poverty I fear,

Could I enjoy the man I love,

he's my jolly Sailor dear.