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( 7 ) Her veins are like the violet so blue,

what a lovely fine creature is she.

Her hair is as black as a sloe,

which doth my heart suprise,

Her skin is like the velvet so soft,

she has diamonds in both her eyes.

Her breath is as sweet as a rose,

her breast is like the ivory so white,

And when in her company I did sing

my heart was ravish'd with her delight.

But now she has left me to mourn,

no comfort in her I can find,

I will go down till my heart turn,

since she will not alter her mind.

The merry Sailor,

Sailor walking throw the fields,

to see what pleasure summer yeilds,

where he spied a fair maid busy working

and raking of her master’s hay.

I said, fair maid lay down your rake,

and go with me to yonder wake,