American Ballads and Songs

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He is in the field of Battle his foes he doth defy
He is like the kings of honor he is in the wars to try
It has been six months or better since lone left the shore A sailing the wide ocian where raging billows rore
A sailing the wide ocian with horror and great gain The ship has been recked as I have been told all on the cost of Spain.
When she heard this dreadful she sunk into dispair A ringing of her hands and a taring of her hair
Saying if lone he is drowned no other will I take In some lonesome grove or vally I will die for his sake.
When he beheld her royalty he could no longer stand
He flew into her arms crying Betsy I am the man I am your royal true love the cause of all your pain And since we have met on dowdy's banks we never shall part again.
As low in Cupid's garden for pleasure I did walk I heard two loyal lovers most sweetly for to talk It was a briske yong lady and her prentice boy And in private they were courting and he was all her joy
He said dear honord lady I am your prentice boy How ever can I thinke a fair lady to enjoy