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[ 2 ] THE SAILOR'S RETURN.

AFAIR maid walking all in a garden, a briſk young ſailor ſhe chanc'd to ſpy; He ſtept up to her, thinking to have her, ſaid be, Fair maid, can you fancy I?

You ſeem to me ſome man of honour, ſome man of honour you ſeem to me; How can you impoſe on a poor young woman, that is not fit your ſervant to be?

If you are not fit to be my fervant, I've got a great regard for thee; I thought to marry you, make you my lady, for I've got ſervants to wait on thee.

I have got a ſweetheart all of my own, Sir, and ſeven long years ſince he's gone from me! And ſeven more I will wait for him, if he's alive, he'll return to me.

If it be ſeven years ſince your love went from you, ſurely he's either dead or drown'd. If he is alive, I love him dearly: and if he's dead, I can with him reſt.

But when he found that his Sally was faithful, it's a pity that love thould be croſs'd,- I am your poor and ſingle ſailor, that oftentimes the wide ocean croſs'd.

If you be my poor and ſingle ſailor, ſhew me the token I gave to thee; For ſeven years makes an alteration, ſince my true love has gone from me.