4o.—THE DARK EYED SAILOR.
1 'Tis of a comely young maiden fair Was walking out for to take the air; She met a sailor upon the way, So I paid attention to hear what they would say.
2 "Why are you walking," he said, "alone; The night is coming, the day is done?'
0 then her tears they began to flow,
" For a dark-eyed sailor am I so full of woe.
3 "Three years are pass'd since he left the land; A ring of gold he took off his hand,
He broke the token, gave half to me,
But the other half now is beneath the sea."
4 "O drive him, maiden, from out your mind, For men are changeful as is the wind, And love inconstant and cold will grow
As the wintry landscape that is white with snow."
5 "O no!" she answered, "that cannot be;
1 loved my William and he loved me; A broken token and a broken heart
They are mine, and never from this I'll part!'
6 Then half the ring did the sailor show, She was distraught between joy and woe. "O welcome, William! I've lands and gold
For my dark-eyed sailor, so manly and so bold !'