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11 o Songs and Ballads
4 Said William drive him all from your mind, Some other sailor as good you'll find, Love turns aside, and soon cold does grow,
Like a winter's morning when lands are cloth'd with snow.
5 These words did Phoebe's fond heart inflame, She said on me you shall play no game,
She drew a dagger and then did cry,
For my dark-ey'd sailor, a maid I '11 live and die.
6 His coal-black eye, and his curly hair, And pleasing tongue did my heart ensnare, Genteel he was but no rake like you
To advise a maiden to slight the jacket blue.
7 But still said Phoebe, I '11 ne'er disdain, A tarry sailor, but treat the same,
So drink his health — here's a piece of coin, But my dark-ey'd sailor still claims this heart of mine.
8 Then half the ring did young William show, She seem'd distracted 'midst joy and woe, Oh, welcome William, I 've lands and gold,
For my dark-ey'd sailor, so manly, true, and bold.
9 Now in a village down by the sea,
t They're joined in wedlock, and well agree, All maids be true when your love's away, For a cloudy morning oft brings a pleasant day. |
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