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a merchant's daughter fair
Come all you pretty fair maids
three hundred-tho
usand in gold
And he frowns upon his daughter
whoever you may be
cause she loves a sailor bold
A fig for his riches
And I have left my parents and
Who love a jolly sailor bold
his merchandize
and gold
that ploughs the raging sea
True love is grafted in my heart
give me my sailor bold
