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1. A maiden sat a-weeping / Down by the sea shore, / What ails my pretty mistress? / What ails my pretty mistress? / And makes her heart sore!
2. Because I am a-weary, / A-weary in mind, / No comfort, and no pleasure, love, / No comfort, and no pleasure, love, / Henceforth can I find.
3. I'll spread my sail of silver, / I'll loose my rope of silk, / My mast is of the cypress-tree, / My mast is of the cypress-tree, / My track is as milk.
4. I'll spread my sail of silver / I'll steer toward the sun / And thou, false love wilt weep for me, / And thou, false love wilt weep for me, / For me -- when I am gone.