The Seamans sorrowful Bride:
See here the constant Mournful Bride,
In sorrow doth complain:
For fear her joy and hearts delight,
Should ne'r return again.
Tune of, Ah! Jenny Gin.
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MY Love is on the brackish Sea,
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and I am on this side.
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Twould break a poor young creatures heart,
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that lately was a Bride,
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That lately was a joyful Bride,
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so pleasant to the Eye,
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But Hollands Land, doth me withstand,
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and part my Love and I.
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The Love that I in heart have chose,
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I therewith am content,
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Thy floating Sea shall drred be,
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before I will repent:
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But cruel fate my joys arrest,
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it cannot helped be,
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Whilst I do cry, most mournfully,
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fate parts my Love and me.
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O gentle Neptune be so kind,
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to send him back again,
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He ne'r will be out of my mind;
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that now hath crost the Main,
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Oh hapless Bride so soon to loose
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the pleasure of thine eye,
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But rigid fate, my bliss doth hate,
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and parts my love and I.
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No sleep shall give my troubled mind,
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a comfortable hour,
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For while my love is on the Main:
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fears do my joys devour,
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And e'ry blast that blows a fear,
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my Love should drowned lye,
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But 'tis a grief beyond relief,
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so Love for thee i'le dye.
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Oh! cruel Fate, too much unkind,
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why dost thou serve me so?
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Give ease to my distressed mind,
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and banish all my woe:
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For I shall never be at rest,
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till I my Love do see,
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Then [bi]tte[r] wind, be sure be kind,
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ne'r part my Love from me.
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You sturdy Rocks be sure give way,
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and let my Love sail by,
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For if he should be made your Prey,
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in what a case were I;
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Or if the Waves should cruel prove,
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which I ne'r thought to spy,
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I should be lost, and strangely crost,
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to part my Love and I.
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Blow wind and send a happy Gale,
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that he may home return,
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If thou but fill his prosperous Sail
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I need no longer mourn:
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My happiness will be compleat,
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when him I chance to see,
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Now I lament, in discontent,
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since Fate parts him and me.
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You powerful Stars that Mortals rule,
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mind but my sad complaint,
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And send me home my Love again,
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that now am like to faint:
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I sigh, I pant, I waste away,
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no pleasures can I see,
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Since my delight is out of sight,
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and [Fate] parts him and m[e.]
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Now must I blame the cruel wind
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that sent my love away,
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O fates, why were you so unkind,
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as not to let him stay:
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Just in the Bud of all my joys,
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could you so cruel be,
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To banish hence, my Love, my Prince
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and parts my love and me.
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It is in vain to sigh and mourn,
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unhappy then am I,
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Or now because I am forlorn,
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must I in sorrow dye?
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No, no, I hope there's joys in store,
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that I may live to see,
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Though now opprest, I may be blest,
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Heavens bless my Love and me.
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The Seaman's Answer.
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LEave off thy tears my only joy,
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since I am safe arriv'd:
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Let not this grief my Love destre[ss,]
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nor be of hopes depriv'd;
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For i'le imbrace thee in my arms
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and fill thee with such bliss,
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That Venus with her dallying charms,
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envies our happiness.
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Though I upon the Seas was tost,
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when absent from my dear,
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Fearing each moment to be lost,
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yet this my comfort were?
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That I should safe again return,
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which now I find is true;
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And since I in loves passion burn,
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I bid the Seas adieu.
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Now we will revel day and night,
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within each others Arms,
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In thee shall be my chief delight,
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i'le shield thee from all harms;
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Kindly thy Body i'le imbrace,
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and ever constant be
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No other joys shall e're take place,
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i'le live and dye with thee.
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