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 But as we sail'd before the wind,

and thought all danger past,

On the rocks of Scilly, we poor souls,

that fatal night were cast.

The first stroke that our ship did get,

our Captain he did cry,

The Lord have mercy on our souls,

for in the deep we die.

Of eighty gallant sailors bold,

but four could reach the shore;

Our gallant ship in pieces split,

and never was seen more.

But when the news to Plymouth came,

our gallant ship was lost

This caused many sailors fear,

the danger of that coast.

Now Molly dear she may lament

for the loss of her sweetheart,

By the tempest of that stormy wind,

the deep their love did part.

When Molly heard the fatal news,

her tender heart did break,

And like a faithful lover she,

died for her lover's sake.

GLASGOW

Printed by J.& M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket, 1802