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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The SEAMANS
Return to his Sweetheart;
OR , The Constant Lovers happy Agreement.
When he return'd for whom she mourn'd
They both in Love Combine,
And did agree most lovingly
In Marriage for to joyn. To the Tune of, Dub a Dub
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Man.
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T Is this eighteen months now since I,
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Bid adieu to my Dear and my native Country
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My Fortune on the Sea to try;
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but now I'm return'd again,
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I do enjoy my chief delight
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My heart rejoyces at the sight
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Of her whom I thought on day and night
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when I sailed on the Main.
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Maid .
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Welcome my Dearest to the shore
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Thy absence I lamented whom I do so adore,
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But thou dost all my Joys restore
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now with sweet Company,
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O how I was opprest with fear
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When blust'ring Winds I us'd to hear
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Least they should rob me of my dear
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when you sailed on the Sea.
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Man .
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O my dearest I joy to see
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That thou art so loyal, true and constant unto me
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As I likewise have been to thee
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since that I from thee did part,
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Though many Beauties I have seen
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In France and Spain , and where I've been,
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Yet thou excell'st them all as Queen,
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and dear Mistress of my Heart.
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Maid
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Happy am I my dearest then
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To place my affections on the Loyalest of men
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Who love Reward with love again,
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which makes all my joys compleat
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And in Requital here do I
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Yield to be thy Bride most joyfully,
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In Nuptial Bonds our Hearts to tye,
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and in marriage Joys so sweet.
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Man.
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Well since that thou dost then agree,
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That in lawful Matrimony joyned we should be
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This Ring a Pledge I give to thee
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let's appoint the wedding-day,
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I'll work my Dear on Sea or Land
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Or fight for Gold whilst I can stand
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And all shall be at thy command
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to maintain thee fine and gay.
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Maid.
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You may cast Anchor for a while
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In my Arms is safe harbour all sorrow to beguile
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Since Fortune now on me doth smile.
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in the enjoyment of you,
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But oh what Grief 'twill be to part;
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That word strikes Terrour to my Heart,
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And will I fear cause future smart
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when thou biddest me adieu.
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Man
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Let not such sad thoughts cause thy fear
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I'll send thee loving Letters thy troubled Heart to cheer
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I always shall think on my Dear
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when I'm sailing on the Main,
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I'le Plow the curled Ocean o're,
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And sail from foraign shore to shore,
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To bring thee Gold and Silver store
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when I do come home again.
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Maid
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But while thou art here free from harms
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All night I'le infold and embrace thee in my arms
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Where no raging Wave nor Storm Alarms
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which S eamen do oft annoy
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And when that thou art gone to S ea
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I'll pray Heaven to prosper thee
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And keep thee from all dangers free,
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'till you come again with Joy.
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This may be Printed, R.P.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in
Pye-corner.
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