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The Turkish Lady You young and bold I pray draw near And a pretty story you shall hear It was of a Turkish young lady brave Who fell in love with an English slave He was a merchant's young son of late As he was sailing up the Straight It was by kind fortune he came to be A slave unto some rich lady She bound him in chains and fetters strong She whipped and scourged him all along It's no tongue can tell that I am very sure The hardships that we poor slaves endure She does dress herself all in rich array And walked forth to view her flowers one day Hearing a moan that the young man made It's to him she goes and there she said O what country man what country I pray are you An English man madam it is true Ah I wish you was some Turk said she I'd free you from your slavery I'd free you from your slavery work If that you would but turn Turk And I would yield myself your lawful wife For I do love you as my life O madam O madam then said he That I'm sure can never be I'd sooner be burnt unto a stake Before my God I will forsake She straight unto her chamber went And spent that night in discontent Young Cubed with his piercing dart Soon gained this fair young lady's heart Now to all her friends she bid adieu For she loves an Englishman 'tis true O now she is landed on the English shore With silver and gold in great store And now she is turned to an English dame And married unto one of her slaves. From Songs the Whalemen Sang, Huntington Collected from the journal of Two Brothers, 1768 See LORDBATE Child #53 Laws O26 RG
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