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With full sail to sea they went,

Neptune the golden cargo bore,

Thro’ roaring waves. to their content

At length they reached the British shore.

The merchant put on poor array,

The very worst of ragged clothes,

And then without the least delay

He to his wanton harlot goes.

He cried no man was ere so crossed

As I have been, sweet heart delight,

My ship and all I had is lost,

Without thy aid I’m ruined quite.

My loss is great, yet that’s not all,

One of my servants I have slain,

As we did both at variance fall,

Some shelter let me here obtain.

I dare not now go near my wife

Whom I have wronged for many years,

Into thy hands I’ll put my life,

Take pity on my melting tears.

Ye bloody, villian, she replied,

Do’nt in the least on me depend,

Begone, or as I live, she cried,

I for an officer will send.