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I'm come, my dear, for to take my leave,
I'm going to sail, love, and do not weep;
I'm going to sail to the Spanish shore,
To leave that fair one, to leave that fair one,
To leave that fair one whom I do adore.
Now, hark, dear Jimmy, hearken unto me,
How many a brave ship was wrecked at sea;
You'd better take leisure in your true love's arms,
Free from all dangers, free from all dangers,
Free from all dangers and those cold winter storms.
No cold nor danger, love, need I fear,
I'm going to sail in a privateer;
And if God pleases to spare me my life,
When I'll return, love, when I'll return, love,
When I'll return, love, I'll make you my wife.
There is one thing more that disturbs my mind,
Some other fair one I'm afraid you'll find;
Now when you're rambling on the Spanish shore,
You ne'er will think on, you ne'er will think on,
You ne'er will think on your poor Polly Moore.
Had I ten thousand bright girls to see,
I could enjoy oh none, love, but thee;
Go then, said Polly, since you're so true,
I'll wed with no man, I'll wed with no man,
I'll wed with no man, my jewel, but you.
At length those two loving young couple did part,
With sobbing sighs and two breaking hearts;
He then to ship turned, and away he went,
And he left that fair one, he left that fair one,
He left that fair one in tears to lament.
Collected in 1951 from Jack Myrick of St. Shott's, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
