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THE

SAILOR'S FAREWELL.

LOVE, I am come to take my leave,

Therefore my charming girl do not grieve,

For I am going to the Spanish shore,

To leave you my girl whom I adore,

To leave my charmer,

To leave my charmer,

To leave my charming girl whom I adore.

O Billy, Billy, hearken unto me,

How many ships there is lost at sea.

You'd be safer sleeping in your true love's arms,

Free from all dangers,

Free from all dangers,

Free from all dangers, and cold bitter storms.

No storms nor danger love, will I fear,

I will go to sea in a privateer,

And if I be spared to return in life,

I will make you my lawful wife.

There is one thing more that disturbs my mind,

Some other fine girl I'm afraid you'll find,

While you are sailing round the Spanish shore,

You ne'er will think,

You ne'er will think,

On your true love any more.