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frigate went a-sailing, Mon joli cur de rose, Far o'er the seas away, ''Joli cur d'un rosier. ''

A gentle maid was weeping Beside the smiling bay.

"Ah, tell me, Sweet, what sorrow Bedims your eyes to-day?"

"Ah, Sir, I've lost my ring of gold Deep 'neath the waters grey."

"And if I find it, gentle maid, What will you give, I pray?"

"Alas, kind Sir, I'm poor, and nought Have I to give away;