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Thirteen long weeks upon bread & water,
I liv’d, and had no other cheer!
Oh! cruel usage to give a daughter,
for loving of a Sailor dear.
Fortune befriend him, always attend him,
and still defend him where’er he goes;
By land and water may angels guard him,
while he’s at war with his Country’s foes.
O that I were a nimble Sailor,
no fears nor dangers would I fear,
But safely enter, and boldly venture,
to range the seas with my Sailor dear.
Since now my dear has crossed the ocean,
I grieve alone with a bleeding heart!
And fickle fortune, which is uncertain,
has caus’d my darling and me to part.
No man shall ever obtain my favour,
my heart is loyal in love sincere;
Till death destroy me, none shall enjoy me,
except my charming Sailor dear.
