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Arly one morning juſt as the ſun was riſing,

There I did hear a fair maiden ſay:

Crying, O Cupid, pray ſend my love unto me,

give me my ſailor or else I ſhall die.

How can you ſlight a ſweet girl that loves you,

falſe-hearted young man, come tell to me why:

'Twas your fond doing which cauſed my ruin,

’twas for a falſe-hearted young man I die.

Down in yon meadows and ſweet ſhady bower,

they can witneſs the vows to me you made;

Go you falſe pretender, for do you not remember,

when firſt my poor innocent heart you betray'd.

How can you ſlight a poor girl that loves you?

how would you like to be ſerved ſo?

You’re always a ranging, your mind’s ever changing,

you’re always a ſearching for beauty that’s new.

But when you have ranged and try’d many a fair one,

the truth of my love perhaps you will find:

Some they will cheat you, with falſe hearts they’ll meet you,

but my love to you’s of the pureſt kind.

Should you fall in love with a falſe hearted woman,

perhaps ſhe will ſlight you and treat you unkind,

With anguiſh, grief & ſorrow ſhe’ll bid you good morrow,

the torture of a lover you ſurely then will find.

HO'S that I hear making ſuch ſad lamentation,

ſurely it is the voice of my love,

I’ll be no longer cruel to my deareſt jewel,

but conſtant and true like the turtle dove.

Altho’ I’ve been plowing upon the wide ocean,

for honour and gold to bring to my dear,

Now the wars are over. I’ll be no more a rover,

but my heart to you ſhall be true and ſincere.