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 He said, that he would nothing do,

contrary to her liking,

But that he would precisely come,

when the clock, was one a striking.

Till then my dear, a kiss, he said,

and surely I will love thee.

Beshrew my heart, the Sailor said,

but now I will deceive thee.

He straight got up, and at a pump

he wash'd himself all over,

For fear of any smell of tar,

the Lady might discover.

The hour of one a-drawing nigh,

he repair’d unto her chamber,

She let him in all in the dark,

the better to shun danger.

Then he prevail'd with whispers low,

to ly within her arms,

And straight to bed, with her consent,

he riffled all her charms.

Soon afterwards the 'Squire came,

and whistled at the casement.

My dear, said she, who can this be:

I'm filled with amazement!

He said, it is the drunken Tar,

that surely overheard us,

And now comes with his silly noise,

endeavouring thus to scare us: