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A Sailors Lament
Your love dear lady I hold dear
And truly I would stay with thee.
But a mistress claims my love I fear
Who will not ever set me free.
The spell is cast, yet how or why,
It is a thing I'll never know.
That ship and sea I canst deny
And when she beckons I must go
And should I pledge my troth to thee
That never from you will I part.
Tis certain when she calls to me
Then surely would I break your heart.
Therefore sweet lass a kiss farewell
And do not shed sad tears for me.
But in your prayers remember well
That this lad's mistress was the sea.
Lou Trapasso
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Gallery II