The Unfeigned LOVER,
OR,
The Loyal Seamans kind Farewell to his Beloved NANCY.
He to the Seas resolv'd to Sail,
And bid his Dear adieu,
For sighs and tears could not prevail,
And yet her Love was true.
To the Tune of, The Usurers Daught[er]
[Th]is may be Printed, R.P.
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Man.
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CEase my pretty Nancy do not thou bewail,
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though I here must bid thee now adieu;
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We have all things ready now to hoist up Sail,
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yet I evermore will think on you:
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And will prove as constant as the Turtle Dove,
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While I do return to thee my Love;
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Therefore take thy pleasure, treasure I will bring
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When I do return to thee at S pring;
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And wheresoe're I come thy praises I will sing,
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As a Pledge with thee i'le leave my Ring.
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Woman.
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Oh! what doleful tidings soundeth in my ear,
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must my Love and I be parted now,
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In the vail of sorrows I shall bear a share,
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if your presence here you dissalow:
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For my heart is wounded, I had rather dye,
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Then be parted from thy company:
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When my dearest Jewel cruel Seas do roar,
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Then thy absence I shall much deplore,
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And wishing thee ten thousand thousand times on shore,
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Fearing I shall never see thee more.
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Man.
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Say not so sweet creature, be not thou dismay'd,
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for I hope I shall return again,
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We must plow the Ocean to advance a Trade,
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sailing to the Indies, France, and Spain :
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Yet wheresoe're I go so long as life doth last,
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I will never break the vow that past:
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Therefore take thy pleasure, treasure I will bring,
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When I do return to thee at Spring,
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And wheresoe're I come thy praises I will sing,
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As a Pledge with thee I'le leave my Ring.
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Woman.
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TEll me not of pleasure, what can I enjoy,
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since I never do expect to see
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Thy return in safety, this will me destroy,
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prithee what is all the world to me:
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I have no enjoyment but in thee alone,
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And when thou art gone my joys are flown:
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When my dearest Jewel, etc.
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Man.
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Noble brave Commanders with me did prevail,
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unto whom I also did ingage,
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That along with them I to the Seas would sail,
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therefore Love let this thy grief asswage;
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Here's my hand, my Love I still will Loyal be,
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Wheresoe're I am I'le think on thee:
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Therefore take thy pleasure, etc.
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Woman.
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When he talkt of going, then her heart did bleed,
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sorrow did her sences so surprize,
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Many sighs and tears in her behalf did plead,
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which did trickle from her tempting eyes:
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With a sigh she said, Love is there no relief,
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Must my tender heart be kill'd with grief.
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When my dearest Jewel, etc.
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Man.
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Dearest cease thy weeping, set thy heart at rest,
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let not fears and fancies thee affright,
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Through those pathless waves o're Neptunes throbing breast,
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from my very Youth I took delight:
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When the hand of Heaven our Ship doth steer,
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In the greatest storm there is no fear.
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Therefore take thy pleasure, etc.
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Woman.
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Well my dear said she, and if thou needst must go,
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seeing thou in this must have thy will,
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When the storms and most tempestous winds do blow
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Heavens be thy guide and guard the still:
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That thou mayst indeed preserved be alive,
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Home again in safety to arrive:
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Though my dearest Jewel cruel waves may rore,
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When thou art in dangers far from shore;
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The Heavens may for thee a blessing have in store,
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To preserve my Dear whom I adore.
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