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( 6 ) I'll come and call you gentle swain,

I've lost my spotted cow; &c.

Sailor’s Lamentation.

I'll set myself down and I'll mourn

to think upon what I have done,

I fixed my mind on a comely young lass

when I was a boy so young.

Passing fourteen years of age,

I fixed my mind so sure,

I fixed my mind on a comely young lass

O the torments I endure.

When into my hammock I do go,

thinking  rest to take,

She runs then so fresh in my d

I float on her white snowy breast

And when to h'er fathers I do go,

to kiss her sweet lips I do crave,

And if that fortune will not smile me,

O the sea shall be my watery grave.

Her cheeks are like the cherry so red,

that grows on yonder fine tree,