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6 Her chief care was to let him know

How she did love this Sailor so;

And as they met once on a day,

She to the Sailor thus did say.

I understand you have no wife,

What makes you lead a single life?

The Sailor thus to her reply'd,

I for myself can scarce provide.

And if I had a family.

Their wants I could not well supply,

Besides, Lady, there's one thing mote,

Was I to go where cannons roar.

And if any mischance should be,

There’s no one left to mourn for me

This is a sad argument, she laid,

Many a Lady would be glad.

Of such a brisk young man as you,

I'd have you bid the sea adieu

You are welcome, Lady then sa'd he,

Thus to joke and jest with me

No, I am serious, Sir, she cry’d,

And a match for you I will provide