| I am a sailor, both stout and strong
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| To a goodly vessel I do belong
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| Well guard and anchored and well equipped
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| Sir William Gower and a very fine ship
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| Our captain in his cabin lay
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| When a dreadful voice to him did say
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| «This night with me in the deep you’ll be
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| So prepare yourself and your company»
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| The sky grew dark and the sea grew still
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| Though the men were fearful and the air was chill
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| Sir William rose to meet his men
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| Saying «Hear me now for I’ll not speak again»
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| «I loved my mother when she was alive
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| And to my sister I gave babies five
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| I killed my wife and her children three
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| So I now must face what has come for me»
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| «You'll lash a timber close to my side
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| And throw me out on the water wide
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| And if I swim then let me be
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| But if I sink them pray for me»
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| So we tied his head and we tied his feet
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| And around his middle a winding sheet
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| At every knot the sea did stir
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| Grew ready for the murderer
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| And then we saw his open grave
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| The likeness of a single wave
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| That swept our ship from her stern to her bow
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| And bore away Sir William Gower |