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Oung virgins all I pray draw near, A pretty ſtory you ſhall hear, It's of a Turkiſh Lady brave, Who fell in love with an Engliſh ſlave.

A merchant ſhip in Briſto' lay, As we were ſailing o'er the ſea. By a Turkish Rover took were we, and all of us made ſlaves to be.

They bound us down in irons ſtrong, They whipp'd and ſlaſh'd us all along, No tongue can tell, I'm certain ſure, What we poor ſailors do endure;

Come ſit you down and liſten a while, And hear how Fortune did on him ſmile, It was his fortune for to be, A ſlave unto a rich lady.

She dreſt herſelf in rich array, And went to ſee her ſlaves one day; Hearing the moan this young man made, She went to him, and thus ſhe ſaid,

From what country young man are you? I'm an Engliſhman, Madam, that's true. I wiſh you was ſome Turk. ſaid they, I'd eaſe you of your ſlavery,