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American Ballads and Folk Songs
I murdered William Moore, and left him in his gore, Not many leagues from shore, as I sailed.
And being cruel still, as I sailed, as I sailed, And being cruel still, as I sailed, And being cruel still, my gunner I did kill, And his precious blood did spill, as I sailed.
My mate was sick and died, as I sailed, as I sailed, My mate was sick and died as I sailed, My mate was sick and died, which me much terrified, When he called me to his bedside, as I sailed,
And unto me did say, "See me die, see me die," And unto me did say, "See me die," And unto me did say, "Take warning now by me, There comes a reckoning day, you must die.
"You cannot then withstand, when you die, when you die, You cannot then withstand when you die, You cannot then withstand the judgment of God's hand, But bound then in iron bands you must die."
I was sick and nigh to death, as I sailed, as I sailed,
I was sick and nigh to death, as I sailed,
I was sick and nigh to death, and I vowed at every breath,
To walk in wisdom's ways as I sailed.
I thought I was undone, as I sailed, as I sailed, I thought I was undone as I sailed, I thought I was undone and my wicked glass had run, But health did soon return, as I sailed.
My repentance lasted not, as I sailed, as I sailed, My repentance lasted not, as I sailed,
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