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 To the East Indies we were bound,

our course we then did steer;

And all along I still thought on

my charming Molly dear.

Sometimes on deck, sometimes aloft,

sometimes I am below,

But Molly she's still in my eye,

fond love commands me so.

She’s charming, beautiful, and lair,

she's all my soul's delight;

The brightest day appears to me,

like to the shade of night.

By myself alone, I sigh and moan,

while others sport and play ;

Were Molly she along with me,

it would be always day.

My very heart’s lodg’d in her breast,

which does increate my pain ;

Both night and day I do think still,

we ne’er shall meet again

When we our loading had receiv’d,

and were from England bound,

We little thought it was our fate,

on Scilly rocks to drown.

On the rocks of Scilly we were cast,

by the tempest of the main,

Of all our good ship's jolly crew,

but four could reach the land.