Saylors for my money
A new Ditty composed in the praise of Saylors and Sea affaires, briefly shew-
ing the nature of so worthy a calling, and effects of their industry.
To the tune of the Joviall Cobler.
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C Ountrie men of England,
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who live at home with ease:
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And litle thinke what dangers,
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Are incident o'th Seas:
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Give eare unto the Saylor
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Who unto you will shew:
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His case,
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His case:
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How ere the winde doth blow.
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He that is a Saylor,
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Must have a valiant heart:
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For when he is upon the sea,
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He is not like to start:
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But must with noble courage,
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All dangers undergoe.
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Resolve,
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Resolve:
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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Our calling is laborious,
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And subject to much woe:
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But we must still contented be:
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With what falls to our share.
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Wee must not be faint hearted,
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Come tempest raine or snow:
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Nor shrinke:
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Nor shrinke:
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How ere the winde doth blowe.
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Sometimes one Neptunes bosome
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Our ship is tost with waves
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And every minite we expect,
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The sea must be our graves
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Sometimes on high she mounteth,
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Then falls againe as low:
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with waves:
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with waves:
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When stormie winds do blow.
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Then with unfained prayers,
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As Christian duty bindes,
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Wee turne unto the Lord of hosts,
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With all our hearts and minds,
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To him we flee for succour,
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For he we surely know,
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can save:
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can save,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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Then he who breaks the rage:
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The rough & blustrous seas,
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When his disciples were afraid,
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Will straght the stormes apease
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And give us cause to thanke
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On bended knees full low
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who saves:
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who saves,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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Our enemies approaching,
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When wee on sea espie,
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Wee must resolve incontinent
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To fight, although we die,
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With noble resolution
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Wee must oppose our foe,
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in fight,
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in fight:
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How ere the wind doe blow.
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And when by Gods assistance,
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Our foes are put to'th foile,
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To animate our courages,
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Wee all have share o'th spoile,
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Our foes into the Ocean,
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Wee back to back do throw,
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to sinke,
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or swimme,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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The Second part. To the same tune.
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T Hus wee gallant seamen,
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In midst of greatest dangers,
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Doe alwaies prove our valour,
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Wee never are no changers:
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But what soe ere betide us,
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Wee stoutly undergoe,
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resolv'd,
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resolv'd,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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If fortune doe befriend us.
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In what we take in hand,
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Wee prove ourselves still generous
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When ere we come to land,
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Ther's few that shall out brave us,
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Though neere so great in show,
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wee spend,
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and lend,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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We travell to the Indies,
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From them we bring som spice
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Here we buy rich Marchandise,
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At very little prize;
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And many wealthy prises,
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We conquer from the foe:
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In fight:
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In fight,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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Into our native Country,
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With wealth we doe returne:
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And cheere our wives & children,
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Who for our absence mourne.
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Then doe we bravely flourish,
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And where so ere we goe:
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We roare:
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We roare:
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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For when we have received,
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Our wages for our paynes:
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The Vintners & the Tapsters,
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By us have golden gaines.
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We call for liquor roundly,
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And pay before we goe:
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and sing:
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and drinke,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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Wee bravely are respected,
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When we walke up & downe,
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For if wee meete good company,
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Wee care not for a crowne,
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Ther's none more free then saylers
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Where ere he come or goe,
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th'eile roare,
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o'th shore,
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How ere the winde doth blow.
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Then who would live in England
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And norish vice with ease,
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When hee that is in povertie,
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May riches get o'th' seas:
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Lets saile unto the Indies,
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Where golden grasse doth grow,
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to sea,
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to sea,
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How ere the wind doth blow.
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FINIS.
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