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 And if she would return to her father's bright hall, She might live in great splendour, but that she ne'er shall:

But says that she'll wander till death end the strife, In lamenting her Shepherd, that she was not his wife: And thro' many strange countries with her flock loves to go, For to show cruel parents, what true love can do.



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 that in Bristol lay, which we sailed from that bay, a Turkish rover o'ertook were we, all of us made slaves to be.