Mountains high. The Spotted Cow. And the Sailors Lamentation with the Merry Sailor/The Merry Sailor

The merry Sailor,

A Sailor walking throw the fields,
to see what pleasure summer yeilds,
where he spied a fair maid busy working
⁠and raking of her master’s hay.
I said, fair maid lay down your rake,
⁠and go with me to yonder wake,
If I would leave my master’s hay,
he'd give me no wage and turn me away.
With sweet compliments they both went
⁠this fair maid gave him whole consent
Cast off her gown and flung by her rake
and went with her sailor to yonder wake.
When they came to yonder wake,
he treated her with sweet wine and cake.
He bought her ribbans rings and gloves,
and soon he gain’d this fair maid’s love.
When twenty weeks were gone and past,
⁠her rosy cheeks were pile and wan,
She curs’d the hour likewise the day,
she went with the sailor to yonder wake.
When fourty weeks were gone and past
⁠her rosy cheeks as red as the rose,
She bless’d the hour likewise the day,
she went with the sailor to yonder wake.
Here’s a health to all these holand smocks
⁠red rosy cheeks and curly locks
And all the lassies that lies with a sailor,
⁠and is never affraid of a sailor's looks.

FINIS.