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6 :let her be most in thy esteem. Father, the Merchant then reply'd,
 * you most this single penny take.

When I have past the ocean wide,
 * a proof 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 mercandise.

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. III.

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 my sweet heart's delight,

My ship and all I had is lost,
 * without thy help I'm ruin'd quite.

My loss in great yet that's not all.
 * one of my servant's I have slain,

As we did both at variance fall;
 * some shelter let me here obtain,

I dare not now go to my Wife,
 * whom I have wrong'd for many a year,

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