The two faithful Lovers.
To the Tune of, Franklin is fled away.
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FArewel my hearts delight,
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Lady adieu,
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I must now take my flight,
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what e're insue:
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My Country men I see,
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They cannot yet agree,
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Since it will no better be,
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England farewel.
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maid.
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Oh be not so unkind,
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heart love and joy,
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To leave me here beind,
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breeds my annoy,
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O have a patient heart,
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I'le help to bear the smart,
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E're I from thee will part,
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my Turtle Dove.
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man.
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I'le leave thee Gold good store,
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thee to maintian,
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What can'st thou wish for more,
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do not complain,
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Servants shall wait on thee,
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I'le give thee jewels three,
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That thou mayest think on me,
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when I am gone.
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maid.
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Your Gold I count but dross,
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when you are fled,
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Your absence is my loss,
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'twill strike me dead.
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Servants I will have none,
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When you are from me gone,
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I'de rather live alone,
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from company.
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man.
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I am resolv'd to go,
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Fortune to prove,
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Advise me what to do,
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my dearest love,
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For here I will not abide,
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What e're doth me betide,
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Heavens now be my guide,
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and lead the way.
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maid.
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Then let me with you go,
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heart love and joy.
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I will attend on you,
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and be your Boy,
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If you will go to Sea,
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I'le serve you night and day,
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For here I will not stay,
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if you go hence.
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Man. THe Seas are dangerous
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strangers unkind,
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The Rocks are perillous
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so is the wind,
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My care is all for thee,
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As thou may'st plainly see,
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Dear heart go not with me,
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but stay behind.
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Maid.
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Though Seas do threaten death,
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my hearts delight,
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With thee i'le spend my breath,
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nought shall affright,
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With thee i'le live and dye,
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In thy sweet company,
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Though dangers shall be nigh,
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both day and night.
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In mans apparel now,
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to Sea she went.
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Because with him she'd be,
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her hearts content,
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She cut her lovely hair,
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And no mistrust there were,
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That she a Maiden fair
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was at that time.
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To Venice they were bound
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with full consent,
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With sorrows compast round,
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away they went
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On an unhappy day,
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The Ship was cast away,
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Which wrought their lives decay,
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frien[d]s discontent.
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The Ship being cast away,
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fortune so frown'd
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He swam to land that day,
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but she was drown'd
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Oh! his true love was drown'd,
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And never after found,
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And he incompast round,
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with grief and care.
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O cruel Seas (quoth he)
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and Rocks unkind,
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To part my love and me;
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in love combin'd:
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O cast her on the shore,
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I may her death implore,
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And mourn for ever more,
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until I dye.
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You Loyal Lovers all
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that hear this ditty,
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Sigh and lament her fall,
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lets move you to pitty.
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She lies now in the deep,
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In everlasting sleep,
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And left me hear to weep,
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in great distress
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Dear love I come, quoth he,
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heavens me guide,
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I long to be with thee,
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my only Bride
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In Venice he did dye,
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And there his corps doth lye,
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And left his friends to cry,
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O hone, O hone.
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