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she cried oh! the waves they do prove so cruel,
They ⟨have⟩ robb d me of him I estemed so dear,
My mind it is tortur'd ⟨with grief and⟩ vexation,
While from her bright eye fell may a ⟨tear⟩.
It was wrote in these lines my love, don't be ⟨surprised⟩,
Once more I am compelled for to plough the ⟨rough sea⟩,
But ⟨nevertheless⟩, my dear girl don't be ⟨griev'd⟩,
To you ⟨and⟩ to you only true and constant I'll be
Though ⟨many a fair⟩ one I shall see.
There is no doubt on it when our ship is in port,
Or harbour she lies no one shall induce me,
To think of another, while I am away.
And I hope in return you will do so by me,
So adieu my dear Sally till the next time I see you
Our ship's bound to India all with a fresh gale,
⟨Early⟩ to morrow the day is appointed
So heaven protect you until the next meeting,
Which I hope will be soon now the wars are all o'er
And when my dear Sally we will be united,
In sweet harmony and lead our lives happy,
While secure on the shore.
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