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I've been where ſtormy winds do blow,
And often fac'd the deadly foe,
Say, will you have me, yea or no.
And wed poor Jack the Sailor?
Two hundred pounds left by your aunt,
three hundred more I'd give you,
But if you marry without, conſent,
a farthing I wont leave you:
Beſides to marry ſhe's too young.
And Sailors have a flattering tongue.
So from my pretence quick be gone,
If you wed that.tarry Sailor.
Says Jack. I don’t regard that ſum,
my dear, I've gold in plenty;
Believe me, Sir, I do not come
to court with pockets empty;
Five hundred guineas in bright gold,
Upon the table there he told,
And ſwept them in her apron-fold.
Take that and Jack your Sailor.
Her father ſeeing his honeſt heart,
that he behav'd ſo clever:
Said. 'Tis a pity you to part,
