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3 Centuries Of Naval History In Shanties & Sea Songs With Lyrics & Notes

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Wholesome laws and human reason could not guide nor govern
me:v Therefore did I practice treason—nay, unto a high degree. In the Nightingale I sailed, and oppos'd our gracious Queen; Law has over me prevailed; justice now steps in between
Me and all those flights of honour which I eagerly persii'd, Fighting under the French banner; but this day I must
conclude My sad life, with tears of sorrow, which I in abundance shed. I can bid my griefs good morrow, but my joys are from me
Had I been but true and loyal to her present Majestie,
Then I had never stood the tryal or by lawes been doom'd to
dye; But I suffer as a traytor 'gainst the Queen and Government; Sure there cannot be a greater grief to make the heart relent.
O, that ship which I purloined was the Nightingale by name, In the which I once designed to have purchas'd lasting fame : But by chance she was retaken, for indeed we could not fly. Now of friends I am forsaken, since my death is drawing nigh.
When I pass along the city towards Execution Dock I shall meet with little pity, every one at me will mock: On me they will cast reflections, which will cause much discon­tent ; Let this quail the fond affections of the proud and insolent.
Farewell to the joy and pleasure which I formerly have had : Now my griefs are out of measure, my heroick heart is sad; All my comforts are departed, there is nothing left but grief, Conscience wounded, broken-hearted, Lord, afford me some relief.
Blessed Father, don't forsake me in the bitter pangs of death. Of thy tender mercy take me, when I shall resign my breath, To thy glorious habitations, which are free from care and strife. Farewel to all tribulations which attends our humane life.
Now the sad and dismal hour of my death is drawing nigh ; Tho' the fates may seem to lower let the loving standers-by Grant me now their prayers and pity, which does worldly wealth
excel. Now I end my mournful ditty and you see my last farewel.