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- let her be most in thy esteem.
Father, the Merchant then reply'd,
- you most this single penny take.
When I have past the ocean wide,
- a proof of this I mean to take,
And loving friend for ought I know,
- I may this single penny prize,
May be the best I did bestow,
- in all my wealthy mercandise.
Taking his leave away they came,
- both he and his brave hearts of gold,
To whom he said, I'll prove the same,
- when I my native land behold.
PART. III.
WITH full spread sail to sea they went,
Neptune the golden cargo bore,
Through foaming waves to their content,
- at last they reach'd the British shore.
The Merchant put on poor array;
- the very worst of ragged clothes,
And then without the least delay,
- he to his wanton Harlot goes,
When she beheld him in distress,
- she cry'd what is the matter now,
Said he, I'm poor and penny-less,
- with that he made a courteous bow.
Crying no man e'er was so crost,
- as I have been my sweet heart's delight,
My ship and all I had is lost,
- without thy help I'm ruin'd quite.
My loss in great yet that's not all.
- one of my servant's I have slain,
As we did both at variance fall;
- some shelter let me here obtain,
I dare not now go to my Wife,
- whom I have wrong'd for many a year,
Into thy hand I'll put my life,
- take pity on my melting tear.
