“ I ne'er will be cloy'd with the charms of my love,
My love is a true as the sweet turtle dove.
And all that I crave is to marry my dear,
And when you're my own no danger I'll fear.
The life of a virgin sweet William I prize,
For marriage brings sorrow and trouble likewise:
I'm loath for to to venture and therefore forebear,
For I will not marry a ship carpenter. ”

“ Her hand white as lillies in sorrow she wrung,
Intreating for mercy saying What have I done,
To you my dear Will, what makes you so severe,
To murder your true love that you lov'd so dear.
He said, there's no time disputing to stand,
He instantly then took his knife in his hand,
He pierced her breast while the blood it did flow,
And into the grave her fair body did throw.
He covered the body and home he did come,
Leaving none but the birds her death to bemoan,
On board of the Bedford he enter'd sraightway,
Which lay at Portsmouth and bound for the sea. ”

“ Sheanswer'd sweet Willam to wed I'm too young,
For young men are fickle I see very plain,
If a maid she is kind they'll her quickly disdain,
They'll flatter and tell how her charms they adore
If they'll gain her consent they'll care for no more;
The most heautiful woman that ever was born,
If a man, has enjoy'd her her beauty he'll scorn. ”