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I that once was plowman, a Saylor am now.

      Ho lark that aloft in the sky

Ever fluttered his wings to give speed to the plow

        was so gay or as cheerful as I.

unclear my friend was a uncear on board a Kings Ship And asked me to go just to sea for a Trip

   and he talked of such things, Thus saylors were Kings.
   and so teasing and keep and so teasing and keep
   thus I left my poor plough to go ploughing

No longer the horn, call me up the morn

                                       & the unconstant wind
   that made me for to go & leave my deer behind 
   I did not much like to be a board s Ship
       where in danger ther is no dore to creep out
   I like this jolly Tar? like good