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When I in England did remain,
The holy Sabbath I did profane,
In drunkenneſs I took delight,
Which doth my trembling ſoul affright.
There is one thing more I ſhall rehearſe,
Which I ſhall mention in this verſe,
A 'Squire I ſlew in Staffordſhire:
All for the ſake of a lady fair.
Now 'tis his ghoſt I am afraid,
That hath to me ſuch terror bred,
Although the king has pardoned me,
He is daily in my company.
O worthy captain ſince it's ſo,
No mortal of it e'er ſhall know:
So keep your ſecret in your breaſt,
And pray to God to give you reſt.
They had not failed a league but three,
Till raging grew the roaring ſea
There roſe a tempeſt in the skies,
Which fill'd our hearts with great ſurprise.
Our mainmaſt ſprung by the break of day
Which made our rigging all give way,
This did our ſeamen ſore affright,
The terrors of that fatal night.
Up then ſpoke the foremaſt man,
As he did by the fore-maſt ſtand,
He, cried Lord have mercy on my ſoul,
So to the bottom he did fall.
The holy Sabbath I did profane,
In drunkenneſs I took delight,
Which doth my trembling ſoul affright.
There is one thing more I ſhall rehearſe,
Which I ſhall mention in this verſe,
A 'Squire I ſlew in Staffordſhire:
All for the ſake of a lady fair.
Now 'tis his ghoſt I am afraid,
That hath to me ſuch terror bred,
Although the king has pardoned me,
He is daily in my company.
O worthy captain ſince it's ſo,
No mortal of it e'er ſhall know:
So keep your ſecret in your breaſt,
And pray to God to give you reſt.
They had not failed a league but three,
Till raging grew the roaring ſea
There roſe a tempeſt in the skies,
Which fill'd our hearts with great ſurprise.
Our mainmaſt ſprung by the break of day
Which made our rigging all give way,
This did our ſeamen ſore affright,
The terrors of that fatal night.
Up then ſpoke the foremaſt man,
As he did by the fore-maſt ſtand,
He, cried Lord have mercy on my ſoul,
So to the bottom he did fall.
