Disconsolate Judy's Lamentation for the Absence of her True Love ... on Board the Victory . . . now Missing

Come pity me, young maidens all,
Who am brought into wretched thrall,
My love was prest away to sea,
And is on board the Victory.

When of him I did take my leave,
He said, ' Dear Judy, do not grieve ;
Altho' I absent from you be,
Stout is our ship, the Victory.

'Brave Balchen is a gallant man,
And will conduct us safe to land ;
Then my dear Judy I shall see,
When safe returns the Victory.'

Ah ! John, indeed my heart did fail,
When you to Lisbon was to sail,
For dangers they are great at sea,
Oh ! now where is the Victory.
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O John, my lovely sailor dear,
My heart is sore opprest with fear;
A letter, true love, send to me,
From on board the Victory. .

No cruel balls has hurt my dear,
No fatal rocks you have come near,
Nor taken by an enemy,
You nor the gallant Victory.

Nine hundred men on board you have,
A jolly crew both stout and brave
As ever did go out to sea,
God send safe home the Victory.

Dear Johnny, I at Portsmouth wait,
And watch for you early and late,
Wishing each moment for to see
Come sailing in the Victory.