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( 4 ) Ah! cruel hard-hearted to preſs him,

and force the dear youth from my arms ;

Reſtore him, that I may careſs him,

and shield him from future alarms.

In vain you inſult and deride me,

and make but a ſcoff at my woes;

You ne'er from my dear ſhall divide me,

I'll 'follow wherever he goes.

Think not of the mercileſs ocean,

my foul any forrow can brave !

For ſoon as the ſhip makes its motion,

ſo ſoon ſhall the ſea be my grave.

The Sailor's Widow's Lament for his Death on Board the 'Trial.

FIRST when I met my ſailor bold,

was by yon fountain ſpring,

Where my true love to me be gave,

a locket and a ring;

A diamond-ring of the pure gold,

its motto was true love,

I thought nothing but death itſelf

ſhould ever it remove.

CHORUS. The-woods, the woods, the blooming woods,

ſo freſh and fair to ſee,

I wiſh I were with my ſailor,

in his ſweet company.