The Unconstant Maid of Portugal:
OR, THE
Forsaken young Man of HORSAM: Being a true
Relation of a young Man of HORSAM in SUSSEX, who
Courting a beautiful Maid of Portugal; who after she had made
many Vows, Promises, and contracted Marriage with him,
left him Languishing for her sake. To an excellent new Tune.
Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.
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WHen out of England first I went,
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It was my will and heart's content;
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And having of a pleasant Gale,
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Soon got unto, soon got unto, fair Portugale.
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When first unto fair Port I came,
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O there I spy'd a comely Dame;
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A Damosel of fair beauty bright,
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Which soon became, which soon became, my hearts de-light.
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This loving Couple soon agreed,
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For to be married with all speed;
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O! but this Damsel did not know,
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That her kind love, that her kind love, to Sea must go,
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Unto a Captain's house he went,
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Sent for his love and heart's content,
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That she unto him would come straight;
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He there for her, her there for her, long time did wait.
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Unto this house at length she came,
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Calling for her kind love by name;
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What is [you] will, my Dear, said she,
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That here thou hast, that here thou hast, now sent for me?
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Unto his Love a ring he gave,
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Desiring her pardon to have;
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For he to New-found-land must go,
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Which fill'd her heart, which fill'd her heart, with grief and woe.
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O come my Dear now stay on shore,
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And n'er return to Sea no more;
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O! for if thou dost 'twill break my heart,
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To think my dear, to think my dear, and I must part.
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If you unto the Sea will go,
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Do not forget your former Vow,
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That thee and I my Dear have made,
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But thou wilt forget, thou wilt forget, I am afraid.
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O let some Writings now be made,
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For of my Love I am afraid;
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That he some fairer Lass may see,
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And not prove true, and not prove true, but false to me.
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Some writings then straightway was drawn,
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This loving Cupple to be sworn;
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That to each other should prove true,
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O do but mind, O do but mind, what did ensue
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This young Man went to New-found-land,
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And was to be married when he return'd;
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But when he return'd to Port again,
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He could not see, he could not see, his comely Dame.
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Unto her Sister straight he goes
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Enquiring for his lovely Rose,
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That in the Garden grew so fair,
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But now she's gone, but now she's gone, the de'il knows where.
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You pritty Maidens now take heed,
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Do not defile your Marriage-bed;
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As this fair Damsel now hath done,
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Which forc'd her from, which forc'd her from her love to run.
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Into the Country now she's gone,
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And left her Lover all alone;
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A pox take all such Maidens now,
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That takes no care, that takes no care, but brakes her vow.
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