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She wrung her hands and tore her hair,
Crying, alas! I'm near despair!
How can you slight me? Sir, she said,
Still for a silly chamber-maid
You know I have a good estate,
My father left to me of late,
And you the Lord of all shall be,
If you'll consent to marry me.
He said, If I from her was free,
Then I would love you tenderly;
But I am bound to her by oath,
Therefore I cannot wed you both.
O then, quoth she, If it be so,
I soon will work her overthrow;
For she my waiting-maid shall be,
And we shall cross the raging sea.
For pretty Sally she did send,
And said on you I do depend;
That you my waiting-maid shall be,
And we'll pass to West-Florida.
This Lady had contrived so,
And all to work her overthrow;
For as this maiden fell asleep,
So plung'd they her into the deep.
Unto the shore she did return,
Her conscience did as fuel burn,
For she could never be at rest
Until she had the deed confess'd.
