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[ 5 ] She went to his Captain and to him did ſay, For this young man's diſcharge 40 guineas I'll pay, Reſolved to marry the man I adore, For I never can ſtay till the wars are all o'er.

What can be ſo ſtrong in the heart as true love, When deck'd in beauty by the Powers above, It never will latter, diſſemble, nor fly, With my love l'Il live, with my true love I'll die.

THE FORSAKEN NYMPH.

A Walking, a talking, and a walking was I, To meet my ſweet Billy, he'll come by and by, To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, A walking and talking from morning till night.

Meeting is a pleaſure, but parting is a grief, And an inconſtant lover is worſe than a thief, A thief can but rob me and take what I have, But an inconſtant lover ſends me to my grave.

The it will rot me and bring me to duſt, But an inconftant lover no maiden can truſt, They'll kiſs you, and court you, poor girls to deceive There's not one in twenty that you can believe.

The cuckoo's a fine bird, the ſings where ſhe flies, She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies, She ſucks of ſweet flowers to keep her voice clear The more ſhe ſings cuckoo, the ſummer draws near.

Come all ye pretty maidens wherever ye be, Don't ſettle your mind in a ſycamore tree, The leaf it will wither, and the root it will die, And if I'm forſaken, I know not for why.