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18 Thus I’ll never cease but spend my days,

to hear news from my darling swain.

There nothing strange in nature’s change,

since parents show such cruelty:

They caus’d my love from me to range,

and know not to what destiny:

The pretty kids and tender lambs,

may cease to sport upon the plain:

But I’ll mourn and lament in deep discontent,

for the absence of my darling swain.

Kind Neptune, let me thee intreat,

To send a fair and pleasant gale;

Ye Dolphins sweet, upon me wait,

for to convey me on your tail:

Heavens bless my voyage with success,

while crossing o’er the raging main;

And send me safe to that distant shore,

to meet my darling lovely swain.

All mirth and joy at our return,

shall then abound from Tweed to Tay:

The bells shall ring, and sweet birds sing,

to grace and crown our nuptial day:

Thus bless’d with charms in my love’s arms,

my heart once more I will regain:

Then i’ll range no more to a distant shore,

but will enjoy my darling swain.

YLVIA, Sylvia, Sylvia, one day,

She dress’d herself in man’s array,

With a brace of pistols by her side,

To meet her true love, to meet her true love

away did ride.