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 ‘ O Mary dear, cold is my day,

‘ it lies beneath a stormy sea,

‘ Far, far from thee; I sleep in death,

‘ so Mary, weep no more for me.

‘ Three stormy nights and stormy days,

‘ we toss'd upon the raging main:

‘ And long we drove our bark to save,

‘ but all our driving was in vain:

‘ Even then, when horror chil'd my blood,

‘ my heart was fill’d with love to thee:

‘ The storm is past and I am cast,

‘ so Mary, mourn no more for me.

‘ O maiden dear, thyself prepare

‘ we soon shall meet upon that shore,

‘ Where love is free from doubt and care,

‘ and thou and I shall part no more.'

Loud crow'd the cock, the shadow fled,

no more of Sandy could she see,

But lost the passing Spirit said,

‘ sweet Mary, weep no more for me’

The distressed Sailor on the Rocks of Scilly.

COME all you jolly sailors bold,

that plow the raging main,

And listen to my tragedy,

whilst I relate the same.

I parted from my wedded wife,

whom I did still adore,

To the seas we were commanded,

where the lofty billows roar.