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 With a few swivel guns, and three hundred tons,

was the burden our good ship did carry,

Our crew twenty five as brave men as e'er alive,

and made up of young men so merry;

But alas! now no more will they come to our shore,

to visit the girls so pretty,

Oar good ship was bound to Belfast's fair town,

and belonged to fair London city.







Oung Roger the miller he has courted of late,

A farmer’s young daughter call’d beautiful Kate,

Whose wealthy portion was full fifty pounds,

Besides store of riches with forbela gowns.

Silk ribbons, fine laces, with diamonds and rings,

With sumptuous apparel, and twenty fine things,

This amorous beauty, and money likewise,

Has tickled his fancy and dazzled his eyes.

That he was obliged to tell her his mind,

Desiring that she would prove loving and kind,

For no other woman should e’er be his wife,

For she was the jewel and joy of his life.

He often repeated fine stories of love,

How constant he’d be, and how faithful he’d prove;

Until this loving creature began to relent,

And with her friends liking she gave her consent.

All things being agreed that the wedding should be

With Roger her lover, and soon they agreed;

The day was appointed, the money was told,

Which was a bright portion of silver and gold.