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THE SAILOR'S TRAGEDY.
I am a sailor, and home I write,
And in the the seas took great delight,
The female sex I did beguile
At length two were by me with child.
I promised to be true to both,
And bound myself under an oath,
To marry them if I had life,
And one of them I made my wife.
The other being left alone
Saying you false deluding man,
To me you've done a wicked thing,
Which public shame will on me bring.
Then to the silent shade she went,
Her present shame for to prevent,
And soon she finished up the strife,
And cut her tender thread of life.
She hung herself upon a tree,
Two men a-hunting did her see;
Her flesh by beasts was basely tore,
Which made the young men weep full sore.
