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My love he built a bonny ship,
and set her on the sea,
With sevenscore brave mariners,
to bear her company:
There’s threescore of them were sunk,
and threescore di’d at sea,
And the lowlands of Holland
hath twin’d my love and me.
Their main-mast was hewn down,
their yards and rigging’s gone,
Their ropes and their anchors,
out o’er ship-board were thrown,
Out o’er the ship-board were blown,
by tempest in the sea,
And the lowlands of Holland,
hath twin’d my love and me.
My love hath built another ship,
and set it on the main,
let hath not twenty mariners,
now for to bring her hame;
The weary wind did rise again,
the seas began to rout,
My love then and his pretty ship,
turn’d widdershins about..
New Holland is a barren place,
in it there grows no grain,
Nor yet no habitation
within for to remain;
The sugar canes are plenty,
the wine drops from the tree,
