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( 2 ) THE SAILOR'S COURTSHIP

It happen'd on a morning clear,

as down the quay I walked,

I chanc'd to meet a maiden fair,

who with her father talked,

Said he Your love is come on hore,

The only man you do adore,

Your folly now you mut give o'er,

Don’t wed that tarry Sailor.

O father dear, do not us part,

or trive to eperate us,

For if you do, 'twill break my heart,

great grief it will create us;

His love to me is mot ecure,

And mine to him hall firm endure,

Beide me life or death. I'm ure,

I'll wed no other Sailor.

Up comes young Jack as brik's a bee

and aving, My dearet Nancy,

Now I am afe return'd to thee,

my heart's delight and fancy: