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Boreas, instead of blustring winds,
Breath out a sweet and and pleasant gale.
That softly o'er the purling streams,
My dearest love may safely sail,
You mermaids with your harmony so sweet,
Charm my sweet Willia, charm my sweet William
to his silent sleep.
And when they to the harbour come,
Wind whisper gently in my ear,
Like unto light ning I will fly,
William thy constant heart to cheer.
The boat so willing rows to the ship's side,
Calling sweet William, calling sweet William,
to receive his bride.
Into my arms he straight will fly,
Saying, why doth my love complain;
Tho' I have been absent many a day,
Yes I have returned to my love again,
I am thy William join'd to thee by oath:
Nothing but death, nothing but death,
shall ever part us both.
PART. IV
SEEING sweet Susan's loyalty,
Years down his cheeks did drop amain.
My dear, beheld on my right breast,
You know there grows a certain mole,
Let not my heart before opprest;
There is the broken piece of gold,
Which we did break upon certain day,
When we did part, when we did part,
and I did sail away.
