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 Her father hearing of the sad news,

greatly then did him confuse;

He wrung his hands and tore his hair,

Crying, Now, alas! I'm in despair.

YNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her,

Yet she's vex'd if I give over,

Much she fears I should undo her,

But much more to lose her lover;

Thus in doubting she refuses.

and not winning thus she loses.

Prithee, Cynthia, look behind you,

Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you;

Then too late. desire will find you,

When the power must forsake vou.

Think upon the sad condition

To be past, yet wish fruition.

AM a Sailor and home I write,

And in the seas took great delight,