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 ( 6 ) The failor wan five thoufand pounds, at which her father fretted: The more he loft, the more he wan, the more and more he betted.

A coach and horfes houfes end land, this failor bold obtained. Which griev’d her father very much, and at his lot exclaimed ! For with a forry heart he fhook, and cried, I am undone, fir! O no, you have a jewel yet, worth all that I have won, fir;

I mean your lovely daughter fair, (at which her father fmiled) Againft her I'll lay all I’ve won. It’s done, the Lord replied. The failor won the Lady too, and by confent was married; And while the aged Lord did live, with him he dwell’d and tarried :

And when he did, they were poffefe'd of all his wealth and treafure; And now the jolly Sailor’s bleft with plenty, joy and pleafure.