My father is amerchant — the truth I will now tell,
And in great LondonCityin opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, ‘cause sheloves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me mysailor bold:

