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 * let her be most in thy esteem,

Father, the Merchand them reply'd,
 * you most this single penny take,

When I have past the ocean wide,
 * a poof of this I mean to take

And loving friend for ought I know,
 * I may this single penny prize,

May be the best I did bestow
 * in all my wealthy merchandise.

Taking his leave away they came,
 * both he and his brave hearts of gold,

To whom he said, I'll prove the same,
 * when I my native land behold

PART II WITH full spread sail to sea they went, Neptune the golden cargo bore, Through foaming waves to their content,
 * at last they reach'd 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

When she beheld him in distress,
 * she cry'd what is the matter now

Said he, I'm poor and penny-less,
 * with that he made a courteous bow.

Crying no man e'er was so crost,
 * as I have been sweet heart's delight

My ship and all I had is lost,
 * without thy help I'm ruin'd 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 to go to my Wife,
 * whom I have wrong'd for many a year,

Into thy hands I'll put my life,
 * take pity on my melting tear.