Rambling boy with the answer (1)/The Gallant Sailor

THE GALLANT SAILOR.

Farewell my dear and gallant sailor,
since you and I mull; parted be;
If you prove constant without failing,
I will still prove the same to thee.
May the winds and waves direct you,
⁠to the willful port design'd;
Tho' you leave me, do not grieve me,
⁠let your love be as true as mine.

For ail my father he proves cruel,
⁠you to lea must go once more:
With true love l will requite you,
⁠none but you I do adore.

Frightful dreams doth oft affright me,
⁠when on my bed l slumb’ring lie;
Dreadful horrors doth surprise me,
⁠when I dream you're cast away.

Then I'm started, and wake surprised,
⁠wishing that you were in my arms,
I would caress you, and embrace you,
⁠for to free you from all harms.

Sometimes my dear, in fatal battle,
⁠my thoughts give me that you’re slain,
So then there’s nothing that can eafs me,
⁠but my sailor’s return again