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THE UNFORTUNATE FAIR.
FAREWEL to the ocean, ſince I have return'd,
Hardſhips I've ſuffer'd,many nights I've mourn'd,
For my deareſt Maria, my joy and delight,
But I hope to my troubles I may bid goodnight.
In the arms of my charmer to ſpend all my days,
Bid adieu to the troubles and toils of the ſeas,
In hopes to live happy with her I adore,
’Tis my deareſt Maria, I deſire no more.
When this Captain landed, to her father he went,
To enquire for his true love it was his intent;
He ſaid, Sir, Your Daughter. I am come to demand,
To be join'd in wedlock ſtraightway out of hand.
Her Father reply'd, I've no Daughter I'll own,
For the laſt I heard of her ſhe was on the town;
Cruel fate ſaid the Captain, is it true that I hear!
I'll ſearch ev'ry bagnio till I find out my dear.
Then in ſearch of his true love he inſtantly went,
with his heart full of trouble in ſad diſcontent:
He ſoon found out the bagnio that harbour'd his dear,
And to his diſcomfort this news he did hear;
When he aſk'd for Maria, the old Beldam reply'd,
She's gone ſick to the work-houſe to leſſen her pride;
If 'tis ſo, ſaid the Captain, I'll make her my wife,
For my deareft Maria's the joy of my life.
In haſte to the work-houſe he ſtraight did repair;
O, ſhocking diſafter! this news he did hear,
He enquir'd for Maria, his joy and delight,
When for anſwer was giv'n, She dy'd, Sir, laſt night.
Then raving diſtracted, let me ſee her did cry,
On the corps of his true love he wept bitterly:
He ſaid, Take this purſe; let her coffin be lead;
Farewel, dear Maria, then turned his head,
