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I am a youthful lady my troubles they are great |
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My tongue is scarcely able my grievance to relate |
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Since I have lost my true love that was ever dear to me |
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He's gone to plough the ocean on board the Victory |
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And many a pleasant evenings my love and I did meet |
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He clasped me round my slender waist and gave me kisses sweet |
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I gave to him my hand and heart and he vowed he'd marry me |
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But I did not know that my love would join the Victory |
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Mourn, England, mourn and complain |
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For the brave Lord Nelson's men |
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That died upon the main |
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My parents could not endure my love because he was so poor |
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Therefore he never did presume to come within the door |
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But had he been some noble lord born a man of high degree |
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They'd ne'er have sent the lad I love on board the Victory |
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There was thirteen on the press-gang they did my love surround |
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And four of that accursed gang went bleeding to the ground |
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My love was overpowered though he fought most manfully |
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They dragged him through the dark, wet streets towards the Victory |
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Your ship she lay in harbour |
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Just ready to set sail |
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May Heaven be your guardian, love |
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Till you come home from sea |
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Just like an angel weeping |
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On the rock sighs every day |
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Awaiting for my own true love |
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Returning home from sea |
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It's not for gold that glitters |
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Nor silver that will shine |
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If I marry to the man I love |
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I'll be happy in my mind |
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Here's success unto the Victory and crew of noble fame |
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And glory to the captain, Bold Nelson was his name |
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At the Battle of Trafalgar the Victory cleared the way |
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But my love was slain with Nelson upon that very day |
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