The Loyal Seamans Happy
Return.
The Seamans safe return, has made
his love-sick Mistris glad;
Of every storm she was afraid,
his Death would make her sad.
To the Tune of, Young Jemmy.
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NO longer will I grieve,
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since my Love is returned,
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He's Loyal I perceive,
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for whom so long I mourned:
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Sad dreams no more my mind torment,
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nor fill my heart with fear,
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For now again to my content,
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I do enjoy my Dear.
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You Fates that prove so kind,
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to you I am indebted,
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Your favour now I find,
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and never shall forget it;
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But while my love was out at Sea,
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each storm procur'd my fear,
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And now I needs must happy be,
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enjoying of my Dear.
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Now brackish tears no more,
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from my poor eyes shall trickle,
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Since he whom I adore,
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doth scorne for to prove fickle:
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Him in my arms I will imbrace,
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who doth so kind appear,
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And I am in a happy case,
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enjoying of my Dear.
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The Waves seem'd to be proud,
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as my poor Love was Sailing,
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And Neptune to him vow'd,
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my Prayers were so prevailing:
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That Heaven to him did prove so kind,
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that banish'd all my fear,
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And eas'd my once tormented mind,
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by sending back my Dear.
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Now shall I dye in peace.
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and never matter trouble,
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For when my Life doth cease,
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my Comforts will be double:
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And in the very pains of Death,
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I shall be free'd from fear,
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And as I spend my Latest breath,
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I'le cry God bless my Dear.
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MY Dear I do Rejoyce,
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to see thou art so pleased,
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For when I heard thy Voice,
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my Troubles were appeased:
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Those sighs & killing groans which I
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did use upon the Sea,
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Are now forgot, for certainly,
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I'le live and dye with thee.
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Now must I leave the Main,
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and tarry with my Dearest,
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I past through France and Spain ,
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but still my Love's the Fairest:
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More beautiful my Love then thou,
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mine eyes yet ne're did see,
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Believe me Love, I now do vow,
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to live and dye with thee.
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No pleasure can I find,
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like my true Lovers kisses,
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And in my loving mind,
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they are the only blisses,
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He that such comfort doth enjoy,
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doubtless must happy be,
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And nothing shall my Love destroy,
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I'le live and dye with thee.
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You Lovers that are true,
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come help me to commend her,
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That she may have her due,
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since Heaven did so befriend her:
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That she all Mortals doth exceed,
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there's none so fair as she,
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Thou art so just in word and deed,
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I'le live and dye with thee.
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Now farewel, Fortunes frown,
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since happy's my condition:
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And Cupid hath been kind,
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by granting my petition:
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Oh! that my joy and hearts delight,
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might live from Sorrow free,
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I'de never be out of her sight,
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but live and dye with thee.
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