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Altho' youth be wasting,
affection is lasting
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain.
But what if my Nancy
should alter her fancy,
And favour another,
for honour and gain?
would not compel her,
but plainly would tell her,
Begone you false Nancy,
ye'r ne’er be my ain.

MY SAILOR DEAR.

You maidens, pretty in town and city,
pray hear with pity my mournful strain
A maid confounded in sorrow drowned,
and deeply wounded with grief and pain:

All for the sake of a lovely Sailor,
I am still bewailing in melting tears;
Whilst other maidens are fondly playing,
I am grieving for my Sailor dear.

Thro’ dales and vallies thro’ shades and vallies;
and all around each lovely grove.
Roll’d in sweet flowers in shadow bowers,
we spent soft hours in mutual love: