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Her answer was, my dear, said she,
If ever I prove false to thee,
I wish my body ne'er a grave,
Nor soul a resting place may have.
Soon after this it happen'd so,
That he again to sea must go:
One night he came to her, we find,
And thus began to tell his mind:
My tender love, said he, henceforth,
Dear life, be mindful of your oath;
O think of me when I am gone,
For thee I'm comfortless alone.
She kissing him, and crying, said,
My dearest dear, be pacified;
If that I don't prove true, said she,
May heaven's judgments fall on me.
No sooner was he gone to sea,
But this poor wretched creature she
Was courted by another man,
Who did her yielding heart trepan.
This poor young man, who was her love,
By stress of weather he was drove
Upon the coast of Barbary,
When he had nine months been away.
The other being discontent,
This wretched maiden did consent
To match with him for riches sake,
And all her former vows to break.
