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7 If you prove constant without failing, I will prove the same to thee. May the winds and waves direct you, to the wistful part design'd; Though you leave me do not grieve me, let your love be as true as mine.

For all my Father he proves cruel, you to sea must go once more; With true love I will requite you, none but you I do adore. Frightful dreads doth oft affright me when, on my bed I slumbring lie; Dreadful horrors doth surprise me, when I dream you’re cast away.

Then I’m started, and wake surprised, wishing that you were in my arms, I would caress you and embrace you, for to free you from all harms, Sometimes my dear, in fatal battle my thoughts give me that you are slain, “So then there’s nothing that can ease me, but my sailor’s return again.

BONNY DUNDEE O whare gat ye that bonny blue bannet?

O silly blind body canna ye see?