AN EXCELLENT NEW
SONG
ENTITULED,
The Distracted Sailor,
OR,
His Courtship to Mally his perjured Lover.
To an Excellent New Tune, much in Request.
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OH! how pleasant are Young Lovers,
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When their Courtships first begin,
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And their faces oft discovers,
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The great pleasures they are in;
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When one seems to like the other,
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Hand in hand these lovers move,
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What sweet kisses they do smother
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And they pratle tales of Love.
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Just so Billy the Sailor Courted
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Mally, and she was as kind,
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For they had often kiss'd and sported,
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A[nd] [b]oth per[s]waded were in mind,
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She consented for to have [?]
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He made Vows to her again,
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He wou'd Wed if she'd not leave him,
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When he did return from Spain
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Then a piece of Gold was broken,
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And each other took a part,
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And these words by her was spoken,
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Billy thou hast won my heart.
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May the Heavens bless you thither,
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And your safe return again,
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Mallys your alone for ever,
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When you do return from Spain.
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Arm in arm they kis'd each other,
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And repeated Vows did make,
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Ever to love one another,
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But said Billy my heart does ake,
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Least in absence you should leave me,
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Then my heart will burst in twain,
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Curse on Mally if I deceive thee,
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But will wait till thou com'st from Spain.
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Billy a Gold'n Locket gave her,
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And beg'd of her to be true,
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Mally reply'd as I'm a Sinner,
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I will ne'er be false to you.
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Then they parted with Eyes weeping
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And he sail'd away for Spain,
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For two Years he's been a missing,
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But is now return'd again.
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Several Letters he had sent her,
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From Portugale and Spanish shore
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With Tokens hoping wou'd content her
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Untill England he came o're,
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But no answer he received,
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Till with Admiral Leak he came,
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Then his heart was sorely grieved,
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Oh! that I had stay'd in Spain.
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For he found his sweet Heart Marry'd
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And he curst false Lovers all,
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Since his Mally now was carry'd,
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By her Husband to Black wall,
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He cry'd out then in Vexation,
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Now [?]nd I'll find,
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Where wild Beasts have more Compassion,
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Then deluding Women kind.
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But alas, he's sore tormented,
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And crys out I am undone,
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For my Soul is discontented,
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And I shall distracted run,
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Mallys talle and has deceiv'd me,
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Oh! ye Furies why d'ye stay,
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Of my Torment soon relieve me,
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Take my wretched Life away.
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Now he rents his Cloaths asunder,
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And into distractions run,
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In Bedlam to all Peoples wonder,
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This distracted Sailors gone,
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There in Links of Iron Chained,
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And in Straw alone does ly,
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Against Mally he exclaimed,
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For her wretched Perjury.
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Day and Night his Chains he rattles,
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As if Bedlam he'd pull down,
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Come my Sailors think of battles,
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And of Boaming Spanish Towns,
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Ho lo you Sir bedlam Porter,
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Bring false Mally here again,
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I will ram her in a Mortar
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And will shoot her into Spain.
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