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 (5) This wak'd the Captain in a fright, Being the third watch of the night; Then for his Boatſwain he did call, And told to him his ſecrets all. When I in England did remain, The holy Sabbath I did profane, In drunkenneſs I did delight, Which doth my trembling ſoul affright. There's one thing more I've to rehearſe, Which I ſhall mention in this verſe, A 'Squire I flew in Stafford-ſhire, All for the fake of a Lady fairs Now 'tis his Ghoſt I am afraid, That hath to me ſuch terror bred, Although the King hate pardon'd me, He's daily in my company, O worthy Captain, since 'tis ſo, No mortal of it e'er ſhall know, So keep your ſecret in your breaſt, And pray to God to give you reſt. They had not failed a league but three, Till raging grew the roaring ſea, There roſe a tempeſt in the ſkies, Which fill'd our hearts with great ſurpriſe. Our main-maſt ſprung by break of day, Which made our rigging all give way! This did our ſeamen-fore affright, The terrors of that fatal night. Up then ſpoke our fore-maſt man, As he did by the fore-yard ſtand,