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Built my love a gallant ship,

and a ship of northern fame

And such a ship as I did build,

sure there never was seen :

For her sides were of the beaten gold,

and the doors were of block tin,

And sure such a ship as I built,

there sure never was seen

And as she was a sailing,

by herself all alone,

She spied a proud merchant man,

come plowing o'er the main.

Thou fairest of all creatures,

under the heavens said she,

I am the Lass of Ocram,

seeking for Lord Gregory.

If you are the Lass of Ocram,

as I take you to be,

You must go to yonder island,

there Lord Gregory you'll see.

It rains upon my yellow locks,

and the dew fall on my skin,

Open the gates Lord Gregory

and let your true love in.