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 How can you impose on a poor young woman,
 * that is not fit you servant to be?

If you are not fit to my servant,
 * I've got great regard for thee.

I thought to marry you make you my lady,
 * for I've got servants to wait on thee.

I have got a sweetheart of my own sir,
 * and seven long years since he's gone from me.

And seven more I'll wait for him,
 * if he's alive, he'll return to me.

If it be seven years since he went from you,
 * surely he's either dead or drown'd.

If he's alive I love him dearly. and if he's dead I can wish him rest.

But when he found that his Sally was faithful,
 * it's a pity that love should be cross'd,

I am your peer and single sailor,
 * that often times the wide ocean cross'd.

If you be my poor and single sailor,
 * show me the token I gave to thee;

For seven years makes an alteration,
 * since my true love has gone from me.

He pull'd his hand out af his bosom,
 * his fingers being long and small,

He show'd the ring that was broke between then,
 * no sooner she saw it, than she down did fall.