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I want none of your purse of gold,
you’ve told on a stone to me,
but I will have your fair body,
the King has granted me. And &c.
Then he’s ta’en out a purse of gold,
and told it in a glove.
Saying, Take you that my dearest dear.
go seek another love. And &c.
I want none of year purse of gold,
you told in a glove to me
but l will have your fair body,
the King has granted me. And &c.
Then he’s ta’en out a purse of gold,
and told it on his knee,
Saying, take you that my dearest dear,
you’ll get no more of me. And &c.
I wish I had drank of the water,
when I drunk of the wine.
That e’er a shepherd’s daughter,
should been a lover of mine. And &c.
O when he came to her father’s gate,
where she did reckon kin,
She was the Queen of fair Scotland,
and he but a goldsmith’s son. And &c.
THE SAILOR’S RETURN.
Let Fops pretend in flames to melt,
And talk of pain they never felt,
We Sailors scorn disguise and art,
And with our hands bestows our heart.
