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Up I rose, O mother, early / On the blest Saint Juan's morn; / By the sea I saw a damsel, / Saw a damsel all forlorn.
Lonely there she wash'd her garments / And upon a rose-tree hung; / Whilst the garments there were drying / She a plaintiff ditty sung.
"O my love, my fickle lover -- / Where to find him shall I stray?"
Up and down the strand she hurried / Singing, singing this sad lay.
In her hand a comb she carried, / All of gold, to comb her hair; / "Tell me, tell me, gentle sailor -- / Heaven take thee 'neath it's care -- / Hast thou seen my fickle lover, / Hast thou seen him any where? "