‘I have a ship in the North Countrie,
And she goes by the name of The Golden Vanity;
I’m afraid she will be taken by some Turkish gallee,
As she sails on the Low Lands Low.’
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Then up starts our little cabin-boy,
Saying, Master, what will you give me if I do them destroy?
‘I will give you gold, I will give you store,
You shall have my daughter when I return on shore,
If ye sink them in the Low Lands Low.’