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A NEW SONG.
MY love waits on a lady fair,
And I do belong to a ſtout privateer;
Rich prizes we have taken ſince the war did begin,
From the lofty Monſieur and brought them ſafe in.
And all thoſe rich prizes my true love ſhe ſhall ſhare,
And richeſt of apparel my true love ſhall wear,
With gold rings & diamonds my true love I'll deck,
With a broad chain of gold to wear round her neck.
I'll ſet my love a lodging in yonder valley ſo fair,
Near ſome chryſtal fountain to take the freſh air,
And I'll buy my love a ſpinnet for to play upon,
And we'll live as happy as Darby and Joan.
And when that money begins to grow ſcant,
I'll away to the ſeas, for my love ſhall not want;
I'll away to the ſea boys, where loud cannons do roar,
And we'll bring home rich prizes as we've done before.
So fare you well father, and fare you well mother,
Fare you well ſiſter, and adieu to my brother;
Fare you well friends and comerades alſo,
For I am bound a ſailing where I do not know.
All you noble ladies wherever that you be,
Don't you ſlight a bold ſailor that ſails on the ſea,
Don't you ſlight a bold ſeaman that ploughs on the main
For richly he'll clothe you when he returns again.
O the moon ſhall be dark'ned & give no more light,
The ſtars in the firmament ſhall melt in one night,
The tide in the ocean it never ſhall be,
If ever I prove falſe to my charming Polly.
FINIS.
