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4 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 dreams doth oft affright me, when on my bed I slumb'ring 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 case me, but my sailor's return again.

NATURE'S RICHEST MINE.

Pursuing beauty, men descry, the distant shore, and long to prove, (still richer in vanity,) the treasure of the land of love.

We women, like weak Indians, stand ting from our golden coast,