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Molly my charmer,
Your cruel father
Was the informer did me betray,
And caus'd our parting.
But now most certain,
I've made a fortune by going to sea.
And now no longer
I dread his anger,
His spite nor power I do not fear,
Let sorrows vanish
Your cares I'll banish,
And heal your anguish sweet Molly dear.
I hear long time
You've been confin'd,
By your Father's cruelty,
On bread and water,
He kept his daughter,
O hard unequall'd barbarity!
Was I but nigh yon,
I'd made a trial.
And venture my life for to set you clear,
My dearest female,
I would release you,
Of grief I'd case you, sweet Molly dear.
With me your parents
Were at variance,
Which was because they had gold in store,
