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If thou wilt promise and be true to me,
To give the first Babe that is born to thee,
When thirty months old, to that court I’ll thee bring,
I will not release thee without that very thing.
The Factor consider’d that thing would cause grief,
And without it for him there was no relief:
He cry'd, Life is sweet, and my life for to save,
Carry me to that place and your will you shall have.
So soon he was carry’d to the court, and when
He came to the gates, he saw his Lady then,
Looking out of her window, who seeing him there,
From sorrow transported to joy they were.
He into the court then with joy was receiv’d,
Where the lady met him, who for him had griev’d,
And said my jewel, my joy, and my dear,
O where have you tarry'd! I pray let me hear?
Where so long he tarry’d, he then did relate.
And by what means he came to her Father’s gate;
He said, I was thrown over board in my sleep,
I think ’twas the Captain threw me in the deep.
With that the Captain was sent for with speed,
And hearing the Factor was come there indeed,
To show himself guilty, like a cruel knave,
Leapt into the ocean which proved his grave.
Next day with great triumph and joy as we find,
This Factor and Lady in marriage were join’d;
And within the compass and space of three year,
They had a fine Son and Daughter we hear.
The Son was the first born a perfect beauty,
And was well belov'd of the whole family;
When thirty months old, came the man for his child,
Who released the Factor from the desart isle.
When the Factor saw him, his eyes they did flow.
