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The SAIL0R IN THE WEST. A Sailor lived in the weft, he was neither rich nor poor, When all his gold were gone and fpent, he’d boldly go to fea for more. His father being lately dead, He lov’d his mother as his life, He did maintain her gallantly, this lovely youth he had no wife.

O he was neither rich nor poor, but ftill kept company of the beft, A brifk young widow from the fhore, thefe words to him fhe did exprefs.

Young man I am in love with you, I never was the like before, And if you let ray love pafs by, I’m fure that I for you muft die.

I have five fhips upon the feas, and they are loaded to the brim, I am fo deep in love with you, I care not whether they fink, or fwim.

God blefs you and your fhips, he faid, and all the men that are on board, May God in heaven be their geide, whether they fail by wind or tide.

A chain of gold love I give thee, and round your neck pray let it be.