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Now all for to encreaſe her pain.
He lent her true love to the main
To aft the part of a gallant tar.
On board the terrible man of war.
He had not been two months at ſea,
Before he fell in a bloody fray;
It was tins young man's lot to fall.
And loſe his life by a cannon-ball.
The very night that he was ſlain,
His Ghoſt unto her father came,
With diſmal groans at the bedſide ſtood,
Neck and bread all beſmear'd with blood.
Her father ſeeing this ſtrange ſight,
It very ſore did him affright.
It was ſo dark, and look’d ſo grim,
It made him tremble in every limb
That day three weeks his love did hear,
What happ'ned to her deareſt dear;
That very night on a beam of oak,
She hung herſelf in her bed-rope.
Her father hearing of the ſad news.
It greatly then did him confuſe;
He wrung his hands and tore his hair.
Crying, Now, alas! I'm in diſpair
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THE GALLANT SAILOR.
Farewell my dear and gallant ſailor,
ſince you and I mull; parted be;
If you prove conſtant without failing,
