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My name is Gilbert Howelding, as you may understand. I was born in the town of Waterford in Erin's happy land. When I was young and in my prime and beauty on me smiled, My parents doted on me, I being an only child.
My parents bound me to a trade near Waterf ord's own town, They bound me to a cooper there whose name was William Brown. I served him true and faithful for eighteen months or more, When I shipped on board the Ocecm Queen bound for Belfrasia's shore.
When I reached Belfrasia I fell in with Captain Moore, Commander of the Flying Cloud, belonging to Try More. He asked me if I would consent on a sailing voyage to go To the burning shores of Africa where the sugar cane does grow.
The Flying Cloud was a Spanish ship, five liundred tons she bore, She could easily sail around any ship going out of Baltimore, Her sails they were as white as snow, on them there was no stain, And eight nine-pounder big brass guns she carried abaft her main.
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