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Now if ten thousand fine girls there should I see,
There is none shall enjoy my poor heart but thee,
Then, says Polly, since you’ll be so true,
I’ll ne’er wed one,
I’ll ne’er wed one,
My charmer but you.
Now these young couple then they did part,
Few knows the grief of these two lover’s hearts,
He took shipping and away he went
Leaving poor Polly in fears to lament.
Now Fortune proved to him most kind,
Sent him a fair and a prosperous wind,
Sent him away from the Spanish shore,
Unto his charmer,
Unto his charmer,
Whom he did adore.
You’re welcome home my jewel from sea,
Many a long night I’ve been dreaming of thee,
When you was sailing round the Spanish shore,
I never thought to see you any more;
Now this couple’s married as we do hear,
In peace and plenty as it doth appear,
She proved kind,
She proved kind,
He proved loyal unto his charmer,
Whom he left behind.
