A dainty new Ditty of a Saylor and his Love,
How one the others constancy did prove:
Wherein is shown the S eamans constant mind,
Though at the first he seem'd to her unkind.
To a pleasant Sea-far-ing Tune.
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Maid.
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M Y only love thour't welcome to the shore,
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Thy absence long shall grieve my heart no more,
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Since thou art come thou must with me remain,
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A nd not as yet go to the Seas again.
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M an.
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Content thy self my dear, and make no strife,
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I am resolv'd to lead a singe life?
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I have a voyage for to take in hand,
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Which fits my humour better then the Land.
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M aid.
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Cast Anchor here, this harbour shall be thine,
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In Hymens Bands we will together joyn?
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So shalt I shelter thee from all annoy,
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The Tides of love shall be thy safe Convoy.
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Man.
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Great Neptune gave my mind such sweet Content,
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That I think time at Sea far better spent:
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The Land to me brings grief and sad annoys,
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The Ocean yields a multitude of joys.
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Maid.
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Instead of storms, and blustering blasts at Seas,
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Thou shalt with safety rest, and take thine ease:
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Nor shalt thou watch by night in dangers deep,
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Sweet Nightingals shall rock my Love asleep.
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M an.
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The lusty Ship in which I mean to go,
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Dares to encounter with the proudest foe;
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And when the bouncing Cannons bark apace,
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Then must I look mine enemies in the face.
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Maid.
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My bed shalt be the Ship wherein thou shalt sail,
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My breath shall also be the pleasant Gale:
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My strong affections and infolded arms,
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Shall be the Fort to keep thee from all harms.
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M an.
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My trusty Cutless and my Musket still shall be,
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The only refuge of defence for me:
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My diet shall be Beef and Bisket bread;
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My Cabin shall suffice to hold my head.
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M aid.
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T Hou shalt not need to fear the Pagans power,
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Which dayly seek good Christians to devour,
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Quick-sands, or any other dangers shall,
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Procure my death to work my loves downfal.
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M an.
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Bellonia's blustering shot gives me delight,
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When as the enemies appear in sight;
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The ratling drum and the melodious Fife,
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Brings comfort to a valiant Seamans life.
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M aid.
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Instead of D rums and rattleing Muskets sound,
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Which sturbs the air and makes the Sea rebound,
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Harps, Lutes, and Citeyrns shall most sweetly play,
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And flowers green shall crown thy head with bay,
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M an.
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What though the fight be tedious to endure,
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When all is ended then shall we be sure
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To be refresh'd then we to prayers fall,
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And heartily we give God thanks for all.
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M aid.
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Thy mean attire and cloathing stain'd with pitch,
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Shall be exchang'd for gold and silver rich;
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The choicest that for money can be bought,
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Shall (for thy sake) both far and near be sought.
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M an.
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My cloaths with pitch although they stained be,
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They are the garments that contenteth me:
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Thy gayest Robes cannot the same excell,
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Nor can they please my fancy half so well.
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M aid.
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A ll pleasant correspondent to thy mind,
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Shall be perform'd if I the same can find:
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And when thou hast the thing that likes thee best,
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Then shall I think my self more safe at rest.
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M an.
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Mo love is fixt upon the sounding Main,
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The Labrinth of the earth shall not obtain,
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My company for why? I mean to have,
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The Sea my wife, and therein make my grave
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M aid.
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O let the knot that no man can unty,
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Be quickly knit between my Love and I,
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Whereby all men may understand and prove,
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The firm affection of a maidens love.
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M an.
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Let this suffice for all & and say no more,
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I'le never wed while I remain on shore,
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In vain it is for you thus to complain
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I single am and so I will remain.
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Maid.
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W hy then dear love ten thousand times farewell,
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My life is spent go tole my passing Bell,
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Let all forsaken maids lament my death,
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Love is the cause for which I loose my breath.
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M an.
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Nay stay sweet heart, 'twas only for to try
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Thy love to me and faithful constancy:
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And now I find thou dost both say and hold,
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I will not leave thee for rich Croesus gold.
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M aid.
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My love quoth she then use no more delay,
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I long desire to see that happy day,
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That our hearts may be no longer twain,
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But linkt in love, and so for aye remain.
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