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Brisk young Tar from Sandy Flans,

in Wapping spent his money.

On jilts that gave him words as smooth

as oil, and sweet as honey:

Till failing, and his money gone,

his Landlady abus’d him;

Of meat and drink, and lodging too,

she utterly refus'd him

He being sick, and likewise drunk,

a Cobler’s Hall he mounted.

Having no place to sleep or lodge,

he lay, he snor’d, he grunted:

Which caused many that did pass,

to burst their sides with laughter;

Among the rest a noble Lord’s

charming young comely Daughter,

Who stood at her own Father’s gate,

conversing with her lover;

But soon the Sailor he awoke

and did the plot discover.

It was that she would let him in,

when all the house was sleeping:

My dear, said she, don’t injure me,

and so she fell a weeping.