Since now my dear has croſs'd the ocean, I grieve alone with a bleeding heart; And fickle fortune, which is uncertain, has caus'd my darling and me to part. No man ſhall ever obtain my favour, my heart is loyal in love ſincere! Till death deſtroy me none ſhall enjoy me, except my charming Sailor dear.
THE PRETTY SAILOR. There was a pretty Sailor, all in his blooming years, He came unto his true love with bitter ſighs, and tears, And he came to his true love, to let her underſtand That he was going to leave her, and fail to foreign land. Why, ſay you ſo, dear Billy! theſe words do break my heart ! Come let us now be married : before that w do part;
