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 8 ien the stormy winds are blowing, And tempests so loudly do rise, r sails and our rigging are tearing, And we're toss'd between pillows and skies,

y parents unto me prov'd cruel, And they banish'd me over the main, here I am depriv'd of my jewel, I never shall see her

hen the drums they beat unto arms, And the trumpets so loudly do call, ur Captain commands us before him, 'Tis march on my merry men all.

ard was the fate to confine me, we And keep me from my heart's delight, m in strong iron chains and confinement, Cold stones for my pillow at night.

ere's once fare you well to my sweet heart, Here's twice fare you well to my joy, hree times farewell to my Polly, I will see you no more he did cry.

on shadyi grove I was walking amenting the loss of my love, wandering alone, I was talking hinking she inconstant would prove.

mes have I wish'd that the eagle uld lend me his wings for to fly nto the arms of my Polly dear, more in her bosom to lie.