The Marriners Delight
The constant Seaman leaves his Love,
to sail upon the Main,
Ingaging for to Wed his Dear
when he returns again.
To the Tune of Philander. This may be Printed, R.P.
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Man.
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FArewel my Dearest Dear,
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for thee and I must part,
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And I do greatly fear
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that it will break my heart:
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But yet if I return alive
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Old England for to see,
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Thou need'st not fear, my ownly Dear
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but I'll be true to thee.
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Maid.
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Alas (my Love) quoth she
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wilt thou be so unkind
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To go away to Sea
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and leave me here behind?
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Both night and day I shall complain
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for my Beloved Dear,
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and e'ry Storm will do me harm,
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possessing me with fear.
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Man.
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When stormy winds do blow,
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and Billows they do roar,
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Our true Loves then we know
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are fright'ned on the Shore,
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And fear we should be cast away
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by Fortune too unkind,
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At length do we return from Sea
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to ease their troubled mind.
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Maid
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Well, since it must be so,
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I must contented be,
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For certainly I know
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thou wilt be true to me.
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No forreign land will change thy mind
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nor alter thee my Love,
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And I will be, assuredly,
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true as the Turtle Dove.
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Man.
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THen Neptune I implore
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assistance from thy hand
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Now I must leave the shore
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keep me from Rocks and sand
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That I may safely home return
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to my beloved Dear
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Who for my absence long will mourn
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and part with many a tear.
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Maid.
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Can Maidens tears prevail
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i'le part from them good store
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W hen thou art under Sail
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though I am on the shore.
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All Comforts I will sure refuse
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till thee I see again;
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For Night and Day, I'll for thee pray
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when thou art on the Mayn.
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Man.
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Nothing shall me affright
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when from thee I am gone
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'Twill be my hearts delight
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my Love to think upon.
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I'll write thy Name upon the Mast
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and paint thee in the Ship
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That when I see the shape of thee
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my very heart may leap.
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Maid
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I'll do the like on shore,
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where e're I chance to be
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The Element shall rore
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of my true Constancy.
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I'll sing thy praise where e're I go
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thy Vertues I'll applaud
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And spread thy name on wings of fame
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at home, and eke abroad.
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Man.
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My Voyage is but short
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and soon I shall return;
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I shall be joyful for't
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lest thou my dear, shouldst mourn:
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Then Hymens Rites we will perform
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to joy each others heart;
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Till cruel death shall stop our Breath
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there's nothing shall us part.
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maid.
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That hour I long to see
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O twould my joys encrease
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W ere I but match'd to thee
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my Soul would be at peace.
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Till then I ne'r shall be at rest
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by night nor yet by Day,
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A nd so adieu, my Love most true,
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long from me do not stay.
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