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Your parents are sleeping, before they awaken,
Stir, my dear creature, and straight come away.
O Jemmy, she cried, if my father should hear thee,
We shall be ruin’d, pray therefore repair,
At the sea-side I will instantly meet you,
With my two maids I will come to you there.
Her night-gown, embroidered with gold and silver,
Carelessly round her body she throws,
With the two maidens who did attend her.
To meet her true-love she instantly goes.
Close in his arms the spirit did enfold her,
Jemmy, she said, you are colder than clay;
Sure you can never be the man I admire,
Paler than death you appear unto me.
Yes, fairest creature, I am your true lover,
Dead or alive, you know you are mine:
I come for my vow, my dear, you must follow
My body now to a cold watery tomb.
I for your sake refus’d gold and silver,
Beauty and riches for you I despis’d,
A charming young lady for me did expire,
For thinking of you I was deaf to her cries.
Your cruel parents have been my undoing,
And I do sleep in a watery tomb,
Now for your promise, my dear, I am suing,
Dead or alive, love, you are my own.
