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This wak‘d our Captain in a fright,
It being the third watch of the night;
then for his boatſwain he did call,
and told to him his ſecrets all.
When I in England did remain,
he holy Sabbath I did profane;
a drunkneſs I took delight,
Which does my trembling ſoul affright!
There‘s one thing more I do rehearſe,
which I ſhall inention in this verſe,
ſquire I flew in Staffordſhire,
All for the love of a lady fair.
Now ‘tis his ghoſt I am afraid,
that hath me ſo much terror bred;
Altho‘ the King has parden‘d me,
se‘s daily in my company.
O worthy Captain, ſince ‘tis ſo
(illegible text)no mortal of it e‘er ſhall know;
(illegible text)to keep this feeret in your breaſt,
and pray to God for to give you reſt.
They had not failed a league but three
(illegible text)Till raging grew the roaring ſea;
here roſe a tempeſt in the skies
which fill‘d our hearts with great ſurpriſe!
