THE SAILOR DEAR. You maidens pretty, in town and city, pray hear with pity my mournful ſtrain, A maid confounded, in ſorrow drowned, and deeply wounded with grief & pain, All for the ſake of a lovely Sailor, I am fill be wailing in melting tears. Whilſt other maidens are fondly playing, I am grieving for my Sailor dear! Thro' dales & allies, thro' ſhades & vallies, and all around each lovely grove, Roll'd in ſweet flowers, in ſhady-bowers, I ſpend for hours in mutual love. Since he did leave me, I do not blame him, becauſe my darling was preſs'd away; It was for my fortune my greedy parents cratriv'd to have him ſent to ſea. Five thouſand pounds left by my uncle, beſides four hundred pounds a-year, It is for that reaſon they do diſdain him, as he's beneath them, my Sailor dear.
