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 I want none of your purse of gold,

you’ve told on a stone to me,

but I will have your fair body,

the King has granted me. And &c.

Then he’s ta’en out a purse of gold,

and told it in a glove.

Saying, Take you that my dearest dear.

go seek another love. And &c.

I want none of year purse of gold,

you told in a glove to me

but l will have your fair body,

the King has granted me. And &c.

Then he’s ta’en out a purse of gold,

and told it on his knee,

Saying, take you that my dearest dear,

you’ll get no more of me. And &c.

I wish I had drank of the water,

when I drunk of the wine.

That e’er a shepherd’s daughter,

should been a lover of mine. And &c.

O when he came to her father’s gate,

where she did reckon kin,

She was the Queen of fair Scotland,

and he but a goldsmith’s son. And &c.





Fops pretend in flames to melt,

And talk of pain they never felt,

We Sailors scorn disguise and art,

And with our hands bestows our heart.