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He ftarted as soon as her face he beheld,

With wonder and joy he was inftantly fill’d,

Oh! tell me faid he, ye bleft powers above,

Does my eyes deceive me or is it my love?

Oh. tell me, faid he, ye bleft powers above,

Does my eyes deceive me or is it my love?

They fay fhe’s been buried a twelve month almoft,

This is my love or her beautiful ghoft,

And ftraight he ran to her and found it was fhe,

Then none in the world was fo happy as he.

My deareft, fays William, ah, why do you roam,

What deftiny brought you fo far from your home?

The ftory fhe told him with tears in her eyes,

Concerning the farmer and ’fquire likewife.

They courted me long but I ftill faid them nay

And therefore my parents they fent me away,

To wait on a lady, with whom I am now,

Becaufe l refufed to be falfe to my vow,

He prefently told her of all his affairs,

His riches, his forrows, his troubles and cares,

And how be was going a voyage to make,

He did not know whither, and all for her fake.

But as he was failing the weather prov’d foul,

The winds they did roar and the billows did roll,

Yet neverthelefs on the turbulent fea,

The waves were fo kind they convey’d me to thee.

I’ll onto the lady and give her to know,

That thou fhall not ferve her any longer, but go

With me to fair Plymouth, where thou fhalt

As gay as herfelf, or a beautiful queen,