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 Then by the press-masters had him prest away, Which made this young damsel in tears for to say, Dear honoured father, your pardon I crave, No one on this earth but young Henry I'll have.

Then her cruel father unto her did say, What mean you, base creature, come tell me I pray, From my presence for ever you banish’d shall be. If you marry with one of so mean a degree.

The ship had not sail’d more than 2 months to sea, When a most dreadful storm there happ'ned to be, Each man to’s station, ship and lives for to save, When Henry & six more were drown'd in the waves.

Soon this young maiden this sad news did hear, Her heart was o’erwhelm'd with sorrow and care, In a few days after frse took to her bed, When the learned Doctors gave her over for dead.

And when that she found her death hour was nigh, These words she did say to her friends that were by, My heart it is broke for the youth I admire'--- Then she stretch down her hands, & instantly expir’d.

When unto the grave this fair maid was convey’d, Number's did attend to see’er in the ground laid, Six maidens in white her pall they did hear, And from many an eye there dropt a salt tear.

OLD ENGLAND TURNED NEW.

TUNE—THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND.

NOW Britons attend, while I give you a song, The words are all right, tho’the nation’s wrong, The heads you'll allow are grown very headstrong.

O the sorrowful cafe of Old England,

And ’tis poor England sorrowful cafe.