DEATH REINCARNATE
. True love has grafted my heart, give me my sailor bold. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing that can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. Should he return to poverty, from o'er the ocean far. To my tender bosom, I'll press my jolly tar. My sailor is as smiling, as the pleasant month of May, and often we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway. Many a pretty blooming. Young girl, we did behold, reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing that can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. My name is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair. And I have left my parents, and three
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