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THE KENT-SHIRE TRAGEDY.
A Lady lov'd a gallant Sailor,
and she ador'd him as her life,
With solemn vows and faithful tokens,
she promised to be his wife.
But cruel parents, and deep at variance,
to think she lov'd the young man so,
By the hard hearted, they soon were parted,
which was the cause of his overthrow.
To the Indies then this handsome young man,
was forc'd to quit the British shore,
For many a day as I heard say,
but he never saw his true love more.
In deep distraction this lovely Lady,
to Bedlam then she was confin'd;
Crying, Death come ease me, grief hath seiz'd me,
Oh! what can ease a troubled mind.
O! what shall I do? or what shall I say?
or what shall I do since my love's gone?
From Carolina to Pensylvania,
I'll search the Indies round and round.
On board I'll enter, my life to venture,
for the young man whom I do adore;
From Pensylvania to Carolina
I'll search the Indies o'er and o'er.
