Love and Loyalty;
OR,
A Letter from a Young-Man, on Board of an English Privateer,
to his beloved Susan in the City of London .
To the Tune of, Tender hearts of London City. Licensed according to Order.
SUsan, I this Letter send thee, let not Sighs and Tears attend thee; we are on the Coast
of France , taking prizes from those Nizeys, my sweet Jewel to advance.
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Since we London have forsaken,
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Five Rich Prizes have we taken;
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two of them Nantz Brandy Wine,
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Chests of Money, my sweet Honey,
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with rich Silks and Sattin fine.
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The first Merchants Ship we Boarded,
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Which great store of Wealth afforded;
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we fell on most eagerly;
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Search and Plunder, burst in sunder,
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[making] Chests and Cabins fly.
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Where the Treasure was inclosed,
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We wan't in the least opposed;
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rich Embroidered Silks we found,
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Other Treasure, out of Measure,
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worth near seven thousand pound.
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Fortune she did still befriend us,
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And another Booty send us;
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twice the worth of that before,
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Though we gain'd it, and obtain'd it,
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yet our Guns was forc'd to Roar.
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While we did both Charge and Fire,
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They endeavour to retire;
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but the Contest was not long
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E'er we enter'd, bravely ventur'd,
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yet received but little wrong.
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Love, we'll plunder French and Tory
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For to raise great Britains Glory,
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and to pull proud Lewis down;
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Each great spirit then will merit,
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double honour and renown.
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Dearest, when I first did leave thee,
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Parting with thy Love did grieve thee,
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But I vow'd I'd Letters send,
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To improve thee, for I love thee,
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as a true intire Friend.
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Love this Promise is not broken,
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Here I have sent thee a Token,
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A rich Chain and Diamond Ring,
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And ten times more I have in store,
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which I to thee in time will bring.
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Like a Lady thou shalt flourish,
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Thy poor drooping heart I'll nourish,
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and they former Joys restore:
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Gold and Treasure, Love and Pleasur[e]
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if I live to come on shore.
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Love, the world shall now admire,
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When they see thy rich attire,
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like a youthfull Lady Gay;
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I declare it, thou shalt wear it,
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yet proud France for it shall pay.
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Dearest, though we now do sever,
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Yet I will be thine for ever;
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I prefer no one beside,
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E'er before thee, I adore thee,
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none but Death shalt us divide.
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