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Young Jemmy was comely in every feature,
A Barbadoes Lady whose fortune was great,
So fix’d her eyes that she cried, If I have not
This brave English sailor I die for his sake.
She dressed herself in gallant attire,
With costly diamonds she plaited her hair,
And a hundred slaves well dressed to attend her,
She sent for this young man to come to her.
Come noble sailor, she cried, can you fancy
A lady whose riches are very great
hundred slaves you shall have to attend you,
And music to charm you in your silent sleep.
In robes of gold, my dear, I will deck you,
Pearls and rich jewels I’ll lay at your feet,
In a chariot of gold you shall ride for your pleasure,
If you can fancy me answer me straight.
Amazed with wonder a while he stood gazing,
Forbear noble lady, at length, he replied,
In flourishing England I’ve vow’d to a lady,
At my return for to make her my bride.
She is a charming young beautiful creature,
She has my heart and I can love no more;
I bear in my eye her sweet lovely feature,
No other creature in earth I’ll adore.
Hearing of this, she did rave in distraction,
Crying, Unfortunate maid thus to love,
One that does basely slight all my glory,
And of my person he will not approve.
Lords of renown I their favours have slighted,
Now I must die for a sailor so bold:
