Slave Dealer's Daugther

I've been trying for so longTrying to forgetThe ports of northern Africa and the man I metHe said he had a daughterMaybe I could meet herHe thought I was a traderOh, that was how I metThat slave dealer's daughterHer eyes were black her hair was ravenHer skin was soft and brownEighteen years she looked a womanI thought she'd been aroundShe'd never met a jailbird???I knew that she was lonelyShe offered me her bodySo I fell in loveWith that slave dealer's daughterHer father's men came after meTrying to hunt me downFor three long years I've hid my faceAnd run from town to townShe never met a jailbirdI knew that she was lonelyShe offered me her bodySo I fell in loveWith that slave dealer's daugther