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Sometimes as high as mountain top:
Then sinking in the waves below,
Thus like my troubled heart the ship doth move,
And like my wanderning, and like my wandering
fancy it doth rove.
Sometimes in silent sleep I see,
The ship is full spread sails come in,
With watermen so neat and trim,
For to convey me safe to him,
Come, hail the ship, ye tailors tell me true.
If my sweet William it my sweet Wiliam's
now alive with you
Then I see him swiftly fly,
For to receive me in his arms,
Susan, says he, welcome on board,
I do admire thy beauteous charms,
A thousand kisses on me he does bestow.
While the ship softly, while the ship softly:
is waving to and fro,
Millions of raptures I enjoy,
Far Helen with all her beauty bright,
By Paris could not be admired more,
Then I by William, my hearts delight,
But when I awake like Rosamdond fair I see,
Loves but a fable, lov's but a fable
all my contentments flee.
How does my heart thus ⟨panting⟩ lie,
When I do find it out a dream,
William is on the ocean wide,
Not by his Susan to be seen.
O Neptune, pray be kind unto my dear,
And quick convey him, and quick convey him,
here my soul to chear,
