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 Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,

Heav'n gave me more it made thee mine.

While day and night can bring delight,

Or nature aught of pleasure give;

While joy above my mind can move,

For thee and thee alone I live.

When that grim foe of life below,

Comes in between to make us part,

The iron hand that breaks our band,

It breaks my blissit breaks my heart.





To Davy Jones old dad was gone,

And mother likewise dead,

When little I was left alone,

To labour for my bread.

No matter, I ne'er pip'd my eye.

Thof care attach'd me sore,

But soon become a sailor boy,

And left all care on shore.

All danger did I smiling scorn,

And swiggʻd the flowing can,

And prov'd myself from stem to stern,

A sailor and a man.