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let her be most in thy esteem,
Father, the Merchand them reply'd,
you most this single penny take,
When I have past the ocean wide,
a poof 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 merchandise.
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 II
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 sweet heart's delight
My ship and all I had is lost,
without thy help I'm ruin'd quite.
My loss is great, yet that's not all,
one of my servants I have slain,
As we did both at variance fall,
some shelter let me here obtain,
I dare not to go to my Wife,
whom I have wrong'd for many a year,
Into thy hands I'll put my life,
take pity on my melting tear.
