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 O will you wed, her Mother ſaid,

a man you do not know,

For to break your Parent's heart,

with ſorrow, grief, and woe!

Yes, I will go with him, ſhe ſaid,

either by land or ſea,

For he's the man I've pitched on

my husband for to be.

O let her go, her father ſaid,

for ſhe ſhall have her will;

My Curſe and Malliſon ſhe's get,

for to purſue her ſtill.

Your Curſe, Father, I don't regard,

your Bleſſing I'll ne'er crave;

To the man I love I'll faithful prove,

and never him deceive.

On board with him fair Marg'ret's gone,

in hopes his bride to be:

But mark you well and I ſhall tell,

of their ſad deſtiny.

They had not ſail'd a league but five,

till the ſtorm began to riſe;

The ſwelling ſeas ran mountains high,

and diſmal were the ſkies.

In deep deſpair, that Lady fair,

for help aloud ſhe cries,

Whilſt cryſtal tears like fountains ran

down from her lovely eyes.