The Seamans Wives ranting Resolution, OR,
Make use of time, while time serves.
It is a Proverb old some P eople say,
While the Cat is gone the Mouse hath leave to play;
Just so this witty Seamans wife,
She is resolved to live a merry life:
And while her Husband is abroad for gain,
A loveing Friend she'l kindly entertain.
Tune of Couragio, Or If by your good leave I may, etc,
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MY good-man is gone to Sea
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on the long Voyage O:
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My Good-man is gone to Sea
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on the long Voyage O,
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He hath left me no money,
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I'le get some with my Coney:
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Couragio, Couragio, Couragio,
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Let him have good Wind and Tide
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and I do presage O:
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Let him have good Wind and Tide
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and I do presage O:
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For my self I will provide,
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And Cornute his head beside,
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Couragio, etc.
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If he brings home Gold and Pearl,
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from his long Voyage O:
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If he brings home Gold and Pearl,
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from his long Voyage O:
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I shall be a ranting Girl,
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Fit for either Lord or Earl:
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Couragio, etc.
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I'm a young and lively Dame,
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twenty years of age O:
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I'm a young and lively Dame,
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twenty years of age O:
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And I say it is no shame
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For to play at Venus Game,
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Couragio etc.
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NOw the brave young-man is come
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my love to asswage O:
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Now the brave young-man is come
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my love to asswage O,
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Prethee dearest strike it home,
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Sound the Trumpet, beat the Drum
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Couragio, Couragio, Couragio,
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Beat allaram beat it well,
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and I will ingage O:
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Beat allaram beat it well,
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and I will engage O:
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Tho you make my belly swell
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Never fear that I will tell:
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Couragio, etc.
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Now the fight goes on amain,
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on the pleasant Stage O,
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Now the fight goes on amain,
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on the pleasant Stage O:
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We will have the other strain,
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Rally up and play't again,
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Couragio etc.
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Little thinks my own Good-man,
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that my Sails are spread Jo ,
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Little thinks my own Good-man
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that my Sails are spread Jo ,
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We will do the best we can
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In the Rear and in the Van.
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Couragio, etc.
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Methinks I feel a little Bird
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stirring in my Cage O:
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Methinks I feel a little Bird
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stirring in my Cage O:
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Methinks I feel a little Bird
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Pierceth me much like a sword.
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Couragio, etc.
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Now my eyes are dazled quite,
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whilst we ingage O:
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Now my eyes are dazled quite
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whilst we ingage O:
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Never Mars the God of fight,
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Better pleas'd his Venus bright,
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Couragio, etc.
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But our joys must have an end
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which doth me inrage: O
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But our joyes must have an end
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which doth me inrage O:
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Fare thee well my dearest Friend,
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Till again for thee I send.
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Couragio, etc.
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My Good-man is come on shore,
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from his long Voyage O:
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My Good-man is come on shore
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from his long Voyage O:
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He will kiss me ten times more,
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Then perhaps he'l tell you more
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Couragio, Couragio, Couragio,
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