The two Lymas Lovers,
THOMAS and BETTY.
Set forth in a Dialogue between them at his departure.
Altho' they part, yet still his Heart
was true, he lov'd her dear,
And likewise she in Loyalty,
did perfectly appear.
Tune of, O so ungrateful a Creature. This may be Printed, R. P.
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F Airest of Creatures I leave thee,
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now for a Twelve-month or more,
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Yet I will never deceive thee,
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but will thy blessings restore:
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When I return from the Ocean,
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Gold I will bring to my dear,
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For my sweet Jewels promotion,
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there is no Perils i'le fear.
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Surely thy words they are killing,
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which to my sorrow I hear,
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Never was Maid more unwilling
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than I to part with my dear,
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Why wilt thou hazard the dangers
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of the Tempestuous Seas,
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With the abuses of Strangers,
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when thou might'st live at thy ease.
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Why should those dangers affright us,
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Seamen must near be dismay'd,
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There is nothing can delight us,
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more than a prosperous Trade:
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Sailing from Nation to Nation,
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travelling Seamen behold,
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Wonderful works of Creation,
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bring home the Indian Gold.
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Why dost thou tell me of treasure,
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threaten me that thou wilt roam,
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Can I possess greater pleasure,
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then to embrace thee at home,
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O that I might but enjoy thee,
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'tis what thy true Lover craves,
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Here there is none can annoy thee,
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no not the turbulent Waves.
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What tho' a while we are parted,
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Heaven still will be my guide,
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Why should I then be faint-hearted,
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since there is many beside?
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Captain, with valliant stout Seamen,
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Bowson with all the whole crew,
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Marryed Men as well as Freemen,
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fears not what Tempests can do.
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Dearest thy language does grieve me,
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being surrounded with fears,
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Hast thou the power to leave me,
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drowned in sorrowful Tears:
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When I consider my Jewel,
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whom I so dearly adore,
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Meet with those Billows so cruel,
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where I shall ne'r see him more.
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Love, when most terrible thunder,
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causes a Tempest to rise,
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Tearing your rigging asunder,
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tost between Billows and Skies:
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Weeping alas! must relieve me,
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while thou art sailing the Sea,
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Nothing in Nature doth grieve me
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more than the parting with thee.
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Prithee be patient my sweeting,
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let nothing trouble thy mind,
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There will be joy in next meeting,
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thou shalt assuredly find,
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When I return you shall flourish,
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Jewels to thee I will give,
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And in my arms I will nourish
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my love as long as I live.
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No one but thee I will marry,
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whom I so dearly adore,
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Tho I no longer can tarry
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with thee my jewel on shore:
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Let it be still thy endeavour,
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truly contented to be,
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Tho' for a while we shall sever,
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I will be Loyal to thee.
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Seeing we must be divided,
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and that thou wilt have thy will,
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May you by Blessings be guided,
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thus I shall pray for thee still:
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That nothing e're [?] annoy thee,
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while thou com'st safe to the shore,
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Love [I] sh[?] long to enjoy thee,
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and to b[?]d thee once more.
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