I’ll do my endeavour thy fancy to please,
And there’s others to go where loud cannons roar.’
3
‘O Nelly, O Nelly, I must to the seas,
For there is no gold to be had upon shore;
There’s honour, and gold, and riches likewise,
To the man that doth die where loud cannons roar.’
4
‘Remember the winds, love, remember the waves,
Remember the dangers that are upon seas;