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SANDGATE LASS'S LAMENT

I was a young maiden truly,
And liv'd in SandgateStreet,
I thought to marry a good man,
To keep me warm at neet;

Some good like body,
Some bonny body
To be with me at noon;
But last I married a keel man,
And my good days are done.

I thought to marry a Parson
To hear me say my prayers--
But I have married a Keelman
And he kicks me down the stairs,

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He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,
An ill-faur'd ugly loon,
But I have married a keelman
And my good days are done.

I Thought to marry a Dyer
To dye my apron blue;
But I have married a Keelman,
An' sair he makes me rue.

I thought to marry a Joiner
To make me chair and stool;
But I have married a Keelman,
And he's a perfect fool.

I thought to marry a sailor
To bring be sugar an' tea;
But I have married a Keelman,
And that he lets me see.