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Her chief care was to let him know
How she did love this Sailor so;
And as they met once on a day,
She to the Sailor thus did say.
I understand you have no wife,
What makes you lead a single life?
The Sailor thus to her reply'd,
I for myself can scarce provide.
And if I had a family.
Their wants I could not well supply,
Besides, Lady, there's one thing mote,
Was I to go where cannons roar.
And if any mischance should be,
There’s no one left to mourn for me
This is a sad argument, she laid,
Many a Lady would be glad.
Of such a brisk young man as you,
I'd have you bid the sea adieu
You are welcome, Lady then sa'd he,
Thus to joke and jest with me
No, I am serious, Sir, she cry’d,
And a match for you I will provide
