Anonymous

“ Now her Shepherd's no more,
and her father soon died,
For the loss of his child,
and the murder beside.
But still she keeps a-wandering
with the sheep, for to show
That true love is more powerful
than old misers do know. ”

“ By a Turkish rover o'ertook were we,
And all of us made slaves to be.
⁠They bound us down in irons strong,
They whip'd and slash'd us all along;
No tongue can tell, I am certain sure,
What we poor Sailors do endure. ”