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The Sailor and his
Truelove.
Printed by Jennings, Water-lane, Elect-
street. London.
As a young sailor and his truelove one
morning in May.
Where walking together in the fields blithe and
gay ;
Says the sailor to his truelove, my dear life for
your sake,
I'll away unto the Indies whatever does betide,
And when I do return, my love, I'll make you
my bride.
Then a heavy sigh she gave him, saying, Jemmy
my dear,
While down her sweet rosy cheeks ran many a
salt tear,
What will you go and leave me in sorrow to
remain,
Till you from the Indies return back again.
O then from off his fingers a golden ring he
Sauing, take this as a token for more you shall
I'm bound unto the ocean where the billows
loud do roar,
For the sake of lovely Nancy, the girl I adore.
Then farewell my dearest Nancy, no longer
can I stay,
For our top-sails are loos'd, and our anchor is
weigh'd ;
Then thousand kisses, then down her cheeks
the tears fell,
May the heavens protect you—dear William
farewell.