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CAPTAIN GLEN. THere was a ship and a ship of fame, Launchd off the stocks bound to the main, With a hundred and fifty brisk young men, Was pickd and chosen every one. William Glen was our captains name, He was a tall and a brisk young man; As good a sailor as went to sea. For he was bound to New Barbary. The first of April when we set sail, Blest with a sweet and a pleasant gale, For we were bound to New Barbary With all our whole ships company. We had not sailed one day but two, Till all our whole ships jovial crew All fell sick but sixty three As we went to new Barbary. One night the captain he did dream There came a voice and said to him, Prepare you and your company, Tomorrow night you must be with me. This wakd the captain in a fright, It being the third watch of the night, Then for his boatswain he did call, And told to him the secret all. When I in England did remain The holy sabbaths I did prophane, In drunkenness I took delight, Which doth my trembling soul affright. Theres one thing more Ive to rehearse, Which I shall mention in this verse, A knight I slew in Staffordshire All for the love of a lady fair. Now its his ghost, I am afraid, That hath to me these tidings bred; Altho the king has pardond me Hes daily in my company. O worthy captain, since its so, No mortal of it eer shall know: So keep the secret in your breast, And pray to God to give you rest. They had not sailed a league but three, Till raging grew the roaring sea Ther rose a tempest in the skies, Which filld our hearts with great surprize.
Our main mast sprang by the break of day, Which made our rigging all give way This did our seaman sore affright, The terrors of the fatal night. Up then bespake our foremast man, As he did by the fore-yard stand, He cryd the Lord receive my soul: So to the bottom he did fall. The sea did wash both fore and aft, Till scarce one soul on board was left, Our yards was split and our rigging tore, The like you never seed before. The boatswain then he did declare The captain was a murderer, Which did enrage the whole ships crew, Our captain overboard we threw. Our treacherous captain being gone, Immediately there was a calm, The winds did cease and the raging sea As we went to new Barbary. Now when we came to the Spanish shore Our goodly ship for to repair, The people all amazd to see Our dismal case and misery. But when our ship was in repair To fair England our course did steer, And when we came to London town Our dismal case was there made known. Now many wives their husbands lost, Which they lamented to their cost, And caused them weep bitterly, Their tidings from new Barbary. A hundred and sixty brisk young men Did to our goodly ship belong; Of all our whole ships company, Our number was but seventy three. Now seamen all where eer you be, I pray a warning take by me: As you love your lives still have a care You never sail with a murderer. Tis never more I do intend For to cross oer the raging main, But live in peace in my own country. And so I end my tragedy.
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